I swallow and nod, because the tone of his heady voice is doing incredible things to my insides.
“I see the beautiful woman who caught my eye across the student union all those years ago and has held it every day since.” He rakes a hand into my hair, pulling my face to his, and tugs at my lower lip. “The same pouty kissable lips I couldn’t resist then and still can’t today.”
My breath catches when he presses his mouth to mine briefly, a tease that has me desperate for more.
“Creamy caramel skin that I’ll never stop wanting to cover every inch of with my tongue.”
His hands trail along my back, coming to rest at my waist, where he finally unties my suit bottom and tosses it to the side. He cups my ass, giving a gentle squeeze. “And nothing compares to this ass,” he growls.
I rest my hands on the front of his chest to keep myself balanced, feeling his heart beating out of control.
“When I look at you, I see the woman I’ve grown to love, where I once lusted after a girl.” His knuckles trace the side of my body from my breast to my thigh, leaving me trembling with need. “Your body is a gift—one I feel lucky to unwrap over and over again. The excitement I feel when you give yourself to me…” He shudders. “It’ll never get old. I’m absolutely enamored with every curve…every dimple…”
“Every dimple? Really?” I squeak, slapping his chest. Way to screw that up, husband.
He chuckles low in his throat. “Mm-hmm… especially the ones right here.” He touches the little indentations where the small of my back meets my bottom.
“Ass dimples are not sexy.”
“They are on you,” he counters. He smooths both hands over my stomach. “There is nothing more womanly than being with child…than watching your belly expand and your body change while my baby grows inside of you. Fuck, baby…that’s the sexiest thing there is.” He grips the back of my neck, growling against my lips. “It makes me feel all primitive and caveman-like. I can’t even explain it.”
“I love it when you go all caveman on me.”
Liam
Checkmate.
This woman is the embodiment of temptation. How can she not see the affect she has over me? My God, I crave her like an addict—every hit leaving me wanting… needing more. Her obvious insecurity is hitting on a personal level—bringing to light the realization that I must not be doing enough to show her how desired she is.
Well, it ends tonight.
I’ll take my time, worshiping every inch of her body, leaving no spot untouched. There’ll be no question in that pretty head of hers by night’s end that this pregnancy has done nothing to curb my need for her. That I want her more now than ever.
I dip a hand between her thighs, gliding two fingers through her slick folds, a slight tease that I find isn’t really needed. She’s so wet for me already. I coat my fingers with her arousal before thrusting them inside. Her insecurity seemingly forgotten, she begins to tremble in my hold. My dick hardens as she whimpers and writhes, grinding her swollen clit against my palm as I slide in and out of her warm channel. Her long nails bite into my shoulders, and she murmurs a string of garbled Spanish into my ear.
Fuck, she knows how wild that makes me. Desire rages like a wildfire as it hurtles through my veins, heating my blood.
Nya’s entire body tenses and spasms as her walls begin to collapse around my fingers. She’s so close already. I almost can’t bring myself to do it—almost.
Without warning, I withdraw, holding her climax hostage.
My wife’s hand curls around my wrist as she attempts to guide my fingers back to finish the job. “¿Qué chingados?” What the fuck?
“Tell me.” I glide my tongue along the column of her throat, trying to keep her teetering on the edge. I have every intention of finishing what we started…after I’ve made use of the leverage I suddenly hold over her.
“Put your fingers back inside of me.” She doesn’t hesitate to tell me exactly what she wants. Pride swells in my chest. Fuck, but I’ve trained her well.
“I know what you want, darlin’.” I reach out, pinch her nipple and lightly tug. “And I intend to give it to you.” I rub the tip of my painfully hard cock along her slit, barely resisting the urge to slip inside. “But first, I want you to tell me what I’ve been dying to know.”
“Huh?” She’s so damn sexy, all wanton and flushed, her brows crinkled with confusion.
I bring my lips to her ear. “Pink or blue?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” she growls, shoving me away. She’s so angry that if she had a weapon, I’d be running the opposite direction.
She doesn’t, so I nod. “’Fraid so.” The frustration in her features lets me know I’ve got her right where I want her. Victory is within my grasp—so close I can almost taste it.
Then, as quickly as it came on, the tides begin to turn. Right before my eyes, her irritation transforms to something else entirely. With a devilish gleam aimed right at me, she trails a hand along her body, settling it between her thighs, refusing to be bested. The other lifts to tease one pert nipple. Watching her manicured nails tweak that rosy bud has heat pooling in my groin. I could come from the sight alone.
Checkmate.
My dick nearly explodes as her head falls back and her lips part. Her body heaves with each labored breath as the little siren makes it clear she intends to finish what I started, with or without my assistance.
Fisting my swollen cock, I begin to pump in slow deliberate strokes while studying my wife as she indulges herself. It’s without a doubt the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, baby. That’s so hot.” My voice is gravelly, thick with need.
Her hungry eyes drop to the hand gliding up and down my hard length. She lets out a soft mewl and begins to work her fingers faster. “Ay Dios mío…” Oh, my God.
I’m harder than steel when her whimpers turn to full-fledged moans and her eyes start rolling back in her head. I can’t take it anymore. I can hardly remember why we’re pleasuring ourselves instead of each other. Oh, yeah… because I’m a fucking idiot. Removing her hand from her pussy, I replace her fingers with my own.
While staring into her hooded eyes, I drive my first two fingers in and out, using my thumb to massage her clit. With the other hand I knead her breast. I thrust my tongue between her lips, claiming her mouth with a guttural groan.
“I need to be inside you,” I rasp, withdrawing my fingers a second time, immediately making my intent clear so she doesn’t assume I’m toying with her again.
I feast on her neck while maneuvering us to the steps, pulling her lush body down to straddle my lap.
Her ravenous pussy squeezes my dick as I slide into her with haste, capturing her rapture-filled moan with a kiss.
I continue pumping into her, guiding her rocking movements with my hands on her hips. I feast on her breasts as she bounces in my lap with her hands fisted in my hair. We find our rhythm—our bodies moving in perfect harmony. We’re completely and wholly synced.
When I feel her walls clenching, I dip a hand between us, working my fingers—circling her nub—pinching her hard nipple—until my beautiful wife can go no more. She molds her mouth to mine, tangling our tongues together as she falls over the edge. I keep rocking into her, whispering against her ear how much I love her. How beautiful she is. How amazing it feels to be buried inside her. I don’t stop until the last wave of pleasure has worked its way through my wife’s body. Until I’m spent and she’s lying limp in my arms.