The woman didn’t realize how close he was to tossing out his good intentions and taking her until they were both sated. Inhaling a steadying breath, he sauntered to the bed, the bottle of lotion in his hand, and climbed in after her. He straddled her ass, then poured a hefty dollop of lotion into his palm, then began kneading the knots in her shoulders.
“Oh god,” she moaned with a throaty sigh, making his dick twitch.
He began with her neck and shoulders, then traveled down her body. Slowly but surely, he felt her body unwind. He avoided her ass. The firm globes were far too tempting.
She groaned when he reached her feet and dug his knuckles into her arches. When he finished with her backside, he helped her roll over. Beginning at her feet, he worked his way back up her body while avoiding her sex and her tits.
When he finished, she sighed. Lifted heavy lids and spread her legs. “You missed a spot.”
“Freya,” he warned, his control badly frayed.
With her gaze trained on his, she slid her hands down her torso to her spread thighs. Then parted her slit with her fingers. “See how wet I am?”
He ground his teeth. “Freya.”
“Well, if you won’t sleep with me, I’ll just need to take care of myself.” She swished her fingers through her folds until he shook with the force of his need.
His vaulted control snapped. With a growl, he snatched her hands from her pussy and snarled, “This is my pussy. You doona get to touch your pussy without my permission and you doona have it, lass.”
“Is that so?” She quirked a dark brow.
“It is. You’re tired and need sleep.”
“And what about my other needs? It’s not my fault that you’ve spent the last hour touching me in the bath and then caressing my entire body. Of course I’m going to be turned on. And then you expect me to go right to sleep when my body aches for release. How is that taking care of me?”
His gut clenched at her challenge. This woman would be the death of him. If she really wasn’t that tired, who was he to stop himself from taking her. Especially when he wanted nothing more than to slide into her sweet heat and lose himself.
“Arms above your head.”
She didn’t move them. Instead she scowled. “What for?”
He gripped her wrists and tugged them above her head. “Keep your hands here.”
“Or you’ll what?”
“Are you aching for a punishment? Are you wanting me to spank your ass raw and then fuck you?”
“Maybe.” Her breath shuddered from her lungs.
“Just for that, your punishment is no spanking for you. I’m in charge here. Now keep your arms above your head, or I will restrain you, drive your body to the brink and leave you there. What’s it to be?”
She blew out her breath. “Fine. You’re no fun.”
“I’m going to make you eat those words, lass.” He leaned down and took her mouth. Fuck, she had the sweetest damn mouth, with the most succulent lips he could kiss from now until judgment day.
He teased her with his kiss, drawing it out, waiting for the moment she handed her control over. It didn’t take long before she sighed, and her entire body went fluid beneath him. Her surrender went straight to his groin.
His free hand dipped between her thighs and cupped her pussy.
Shite! She was drenched.
Teasing her clit, he swallowed her little whimpers. Need unfurled inside him. His wife was full of surprises. The way she responded to his touch only added fuel to his lust. His cock was so hard he could pound nails with it.
But he took his time, in no rush because he wanted to take care of her. From all indications, his wife had never been made love to properly. It sounded as if Maddie’s father only cared about his pleasure. And that Freya had done whatever he asked to keep the peace.
Once again, he wanted to throttle the man.
Freya was a woman that a man cherished. He gentled his caress. He lifted his mouth as he pressed a finger inside her channel. She gasped, her back arching. Her eyes glazed with lust. And in that moment, he vowed, he would do just that—cherish her for as long as she belonged to him.
He dipped down and sucked a pert bud into his mouth while his finger slowly thrust in and out. He kept an eye on her face, noting the passion etched into her features. In the small gasps and the way her hips undulated, tilting and begging him for more.
He added a second finger as he switched, kissing a path from her right to her left breast.
Her gaze grew heavy, and her mouth parted with a whimpered sigh. He took his time, thrusting his fingers until she gasped and quivered beneath him. Only then did he travel down her torso with his mouth until his face hovered above her sex. He inhaled her musky fragrance. He’d never tire of the way she looked with pleasure riding her. He lowered his mouth to her pussy.
Fuck, she tasted like sin and his every fantasy brought to life. It was his turn to groan.
He could eat this pussy every day for the rest of his life, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Her gasps and mewls went straight to his dick. He pressed his hips against the mattress, trying to stave off his own release. The woman could unman him just by her sweet taste alone.
He lapped at her flesh, in no hurry. Enjoying the way her chest rose and fell with shuddered breaths as her desire rose. Her hips tilted, her thighs widening further, inviting him in.
“Jasper, please,” she begged as she writhed.
“Not yet. Give me more.” Because he wanted her at the tipping point, on edge, ready to come, and only then would he slide his cock into her tight heat.
Her cries grew in strength and tenor. Her juices coated his bearded chin. He plunged his tongue inside her, thrusting again and again until she wailed. Then he withdrew, swishing his tongue over and around her clit before journeying back to thrust as deep as his tongue would reach.
“Jasper, if you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m going to shove you off and take care of it myself.”
He lifted his mouth. “You can try, but you won’t be successful, lass. And do you think you’ve earned my cock? Have you forgotten what you’re to call me in our bed?”
“Yes, Daddy. I did as you asked and kept my hands above my head. What else do you want from me?”
“Surrender, lass. Stop trying to control everything. Give yourself to me fully.”
“How?” she asked, her bottom lip quivering.
“Just let go and know I will be there to catch you when you fall.” He hadn’t meant to turn their lovemaking into an exercise in trust. But it was what she needed. And for this to work between them, he needed her to surrender.
She stared with her bottom lip trembling, like she was holding on by her fingernails.
“Come on, my brave lass. Just let go, and I swear I will be there to catch you.” He waited. The importance of this moment wasn’t lost on him. If he jumped the gun or ignored it for the sake of their mutual lust, it would be a lost opportunity.
And he needed her trust.
He plunged his fingers back inside her sheath, observing the play of emotions across her face. Waiting for the moment she stopped fighting him. But his wife was a stubborn lass. He slowly finger fucked her.
Tears formed along her lashes. “Daddy, please.”
“Just let go,” he commanded sternly, needing to push her because she was resisting for all she was worth.