I cupped them together, going from nipple to nipple before my wife bashed me into the heavy barn door. I grunted as the large door slid under the weight of us and we stumbled inside the barn.
We’d been using the renovated barn as a secret hookup place since last year. My brother was often out of town thanks to his own tour schedule. And the loft space reminded me of our island getaway.
That wasn’t exactly on the schedule right now between the safety protocols concerning the drama surrounding my band, Oblivion, and our sold-out tour. Thankfully the barn was perfect when we needed a place to reconnect.
That and it was far enough away from family that Margo gave me all the good screams.
Which I was determined to find and release. My wife was as pent-up as I was.
We had a few hours to ourselves before Ian and Zoe were to arrive tomorrow. My best friend and bandmate Nick and his wife Lila were watching our daughter, and I knew for a fact our kid was getting spoiled rotten.
For one shining moment I could concentrate on Margo. No bodyguard killing the mood, no kid interruptions, no phones, just her and me.
I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up. She squeaked, but just wrapped those long strong legs around my waist. We’d come a long way in our years together. She trusted me in every way and I would never take that for granted again.
Swinging her around, I crossed the small living room, but before I could get to the stairs, she shook her head. “Couch.”
“Couch?”
She toyed with my hair, then tugged with a little more force. “Couch.”
I wasn’t going to argue. No, ma’am. My wife wanted the couch, and couch sex she would get.
I dropped down on the sectional and she straddled me. She lifted a hand to her hair and all that chocolate brown honeysuckle-scented hair slithered out of her very proper twist to curtain around us.
It was dark, save the dim light from the small lamp by the door. Just enough to let me see her big dark eyes shine for me. Her kiss gentled as my hands slid over the generous curve of her hips.
I dragged at her skirt as she rolled her hips, my shaft aching to get under her clothing. When I felt the smooth skin of her thigh, I groaned.
Thigh-highs.
“You know what these do to me.”
She grinned against my mouth. “I do.” Then she wiggled back down my thighs. I tried to grab for her, but she got to her feet.
My mouth dried as she shimmied the skirt up and I realized it was actually a dress. My woman was prone to wearing layers, so I never knew just how to get her out of her clothes some days. There was nothing better than finding my way under her prim little sweater sets to find…
“Jesus,” I hissed.
She tossed the dress aside, leaving the lacy camisole, crimson-red panties, and opaque black thigh-highs with a black lace cuff hugging her toned and very tanned legs.
Her hair fell forward, hiding half her face as she slowly turned around. “I went shopping with Lila last week. Like?”
The stockings had little red bows at the back that were like a red flag to a bull. I leaned forward and nipped at the lace, my nose dragging along the curve of her ass.
Her laugh was low and sultry as I dragged her back down onto my lap. She rolled her hips, rubbing her ass along the metal pipe in my goddamn pants.
She draped herself along my chest, arching her back as I found her rhythm, rubbing my cock along the silk and lace. My fingertips dragged up her thighs, widening her legs to tug her panties aside.
I needed to feel her slick center. Knowing it was all for me, for the woman who’d been slowly healing every single day and returning to the sexual, sensual woman I’d married all those years ago.
I dipped my fingers into her warmth and buried my nose into all that silky hair around her shoulders and resting on my chest. She arched her back and my other hand found her breast, flipping the camisole back down again to get to bare skin.
“Ride my hand.”
She softly moaned, lost to the pleasure where there was only instinct to find more. She lifted her hips, telling me what she needed.
I widened my knees which in turn widened her legs, letting me get deeper. As deep as I could go until I got my cock inside of her. But right now I just wanted to follow her moans and find that elusive scream.
I slipped two fingers inside of her, riding her stiff little clit along my palm. I knew just what friction she needed. What she could withstand.
Plucking at her nipples, pressing against the heart of her, then I found that little spot behind her ear and the trembles started.
Patience.
I locked down my own needs, my raging cock that tried to override my brain, and the need to cover her and pound inside of her. I waited out the tremble until it became a quiver.
Her breath hitched and my name became a murmur between the sighs. My hand slid up from her breast to her neck as I tipped her chin up and lightly stroked down her throat, then to chest, demanding her to let me set the pace—showing her that she could trust me to get her there.
When my other hand slid under her panties and ripped at the fragile lace, she jerked and the first flood of her release soaked through to my dick.
She arched and a soft, mewling cry built as I widened her legs, sitting forward so I could shift her onto my cock.
We both groaned as I slid inside of her. My arms surrounded her middle as I dragged her back to take all of me. Her long legs draped over each leg, exposing her to the air as I took her. My hand dropped between her legs to rub at her roughly.
The sweet was over.
I knew she was done with that first softness. Was beyond the gentle now. She turned her face to meet my lips in a messy, rough kiss between the pounding thrust of my hips under her.
I had never appreciated the days that Nick dragged me to the gym more than that very moment. Where my strong core muscles could withstand the punishing snap of my hips against her softness.
She reached back for me, arching her back as our hips met in tandem. The shadows swallowed all the details of her lush body, but it didn’t matter. I knew my Margo’s body, knew what it could withstand even if I demanded a little more now than I normally would.
My fingers dug into her inner thighs to drag her back to get deeper. The keening edge of too much was right there for both of us. My muscles quivered for mercy but I didn’t want it to end.
I needed her like oxygen, like water, and like the alcohol that used to rule me. Now it was only her and the love between us that fueled this perfect, reckless passion.
In a flash, the heat wasn’t enough. I wanted her facing me, surrounding me. I pushed her forward and spun her around. She climbed onto my lap and took me back inside of her, knowing before I even had to ask—knowing me as I knew her.
Her nails scored my shoulders, dug into my scalp, then those strong fingers dug into my shoulders as she rode me. She found my mouth, her teeth and lips as wild as my own.
I devoured her, demanded everything, offered all.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and rose over me, holding onto the back of the couch as we chased the end. The edge was right there, cavernous and black but as always, she was the light in my darkness.
I gripped her hips, driving into her again and again until the couch shook with it. My arms went around her waist, my hands moving up her sweat-soaked back to pull her down against me one last time.
My eyes snapped open to find her there waiting, watching me with those huge fathomless eyes.