I scoop her up into my arms, steadfastly ignoring the fact that she fits perfectly against me as if she were made to be there. And the fact that her curves are perfect and soft and making me even harder than I already was. “I warned you,” I say softly.
“Yeah.” She’s a little breathless.
Carrying her up to the house, I pause at the doorway. This isn’t exactly what I expected, but I can’t put her down just to make her walk through the doorway. I glance down at Rachel, and the pink on her cheeks tells me that she’s very aware of what’s happening here too.
And so I open the door and carry my not-quite wife across the threshold of my house. Where she’s going to be staying, so, so close to me.
I carry her up the stairs and into the guest room where I put her down on the bed. She winces, and inhales a sharp breath. “You’re in a lot of pain?”
“It’s fine.”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “If you were in pain, you should have told me. We could have finished the tour another time.” We rode for over an hour.
Her eyes land on me with fire in them. Rachel struggles to get her boots off. I lean over in a silent offer to help her, but she yanks her foot away. “I can take off my own shoes, thank you,” she hisses at me. She finally wriggles her feet free and throws the boots into the corner of the room “I wasn’t exactly sure if you were going to kick me off the property the minute the tour stopped,” she says, “so I wanted to finish. Besides, I can handle more than you think for a city girl.”
“That’s not the point,” I say, pacing the room. “You think you’re in pain now? Just wait until tomorrow. We may not have gotten off to the best start, Rachel, but that doesn’t mean that I want to see my wife in pain.”
The silence echoes after my voice fades. I hadn’t realized how loud I was speaking. And I can’t interpret the look on Rachel’s face. Her eyes are still all heat and flame, while her expression is uncertainty.
“Is that what I am?” she asks quietly, and I notice the way her eyes slip down my body, like she’s drinking me in.
“Am what?”
“Your wife.”
Everything goes still. Longing and want and desperate lust spring to life all over again. “Of course,” I say. “We signed the papers.”
Rachel tilts up her chin in a challenge. “Then prove it.”
My brain doesn’t have time to process what she’s asking, or to stop and tell my body what a colossally bad idea this is, because I’m already across to the bed, mouth crashing down on hers. Her moan turns my dick to fucking cement. So hard that it’s going to break if I don’t fuck this woman right the hell now.
Not this woman, my wife. I’m going to fuck my wife. And when I do, it it’s not going to be in the guest room. I pull her up from the bed, not letting her mouth leave mine and I carry her down the hall to my bedroom and drop her on my bed before falling on top of her.
I hadn’t wanted to think about her, even though my thoughts kept straying that way. I tried to ignore the impulse to live in the memory of her lips and stroke my cock until I came seeing a thousand colors, because there was nothing that could come from it but pain.
But while she’s here, in the flesh, I am not strong enough to resist her. I wanted her the moment that she walked into that conference room, and I’m done denying it.
Rachel’s fingers fumble with my shirt tucked into my jeans, pulling it out and over my head, and I let her. She gives a small gasp, eyes going wide at the sight of my body. Her small hands hover just above my skin, but before she can stroke my chest, I grab her hands.
No.
I reach for her shirt, stripping it off and tossing it aside. Her tits are so pretty and pert in a white bra. I can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and I lick my lips imagining them in my mouth.
I turn her back to me and push her down on the bed. I lie on top of her, grinding my cock into her ass. I wrap myself around her so that my lips are at her ear. “No, no, little wife,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice. “You want to touch my abs you have to earn it.”
She laughs, but it turns into a moan as I grind into her again and rub my hand up and down her side. Her skin is warm and so smooth.
“I think I’m up to that task.”
“We’ll see.” I stand up from the bed and she turns over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. I unbutton my pants and drop them down to my ankles. My boxers follow and then I’m standing naked in front of her. I give her a few seconds to take me all in. After she has a good look, she seems to wake up, and scrambles to take off her jeans. Now she’s laid out for me in just her bra and panties, and fuck me, I’ve never seen anything sexier.
I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a condom from the drawer. Before I roll it on, I stroke myself a few times. I’ve never been harder, and I nearly have to bite my lip, I’m already so sensitive. When I do roll it down, I meet her eyes. There’s lust there, but also a challenge.
I kneel on the bed in front of her, and never breaking her gaze, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down. I watch the goosebumps rise on her skin as the soft satin brushes over her legs. Her hands are up over her breasts, and I move those aside to reach behind her to unhook her bra. I use my knee to pry her legs apart, but they fall open easily. Her face is a mask of anticipation and wonder.
I cannot wait a second more to have her. Pressing the head of my cock to her entrance, I can already feel her fiery heat. Rachel gasps, and I lean down to her, grabbing her wrists in my hands and pinning them above her head. I stretch out over her, feeling every inch of her skin against mine. I push inside her, just an inch. Just barely the tip. “Does my wife want my cock?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I push her hands into the bed as I thrust in, savoring the sound of her groan. She lifts her hips up to meet me, and my vision goes white. Damn she feels so good. So hot and tight. Everything is spinning around us, and every time I call her my wife, my cock jerks.
Every ounce of resentment and frustration that’s warred with lust and desire flows out of me, but I’m not the only one. I slam home, thrusting deep and hard, not giving her a chance to adjust, and Rachel doesn’t flinch, she’s so wet. She squeezes down on my cock with her perfect pussy.
It feels like everything is brand new. Every sensation and burst of pleasure is better than anything that I’ve felt before, and I want more. I pull almost all the way out, reveling in feeling every inch of her, and then slowly fuck her again. I thrust in and out, slowly, and when I’m buried balls deep, I grind up into her, hitting her clit before I drag back out. My body is telling me to go faster, but the look on Rachels’ face is one that I want to remember always, so I keep the pace slow. Rachel looks like she’s drugged, in the best possible way.
“Is that all you’ve got? Husband?” Rachel says, voice rough.
I laugh. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. When I pull out again, I stop at the tip, and pump into her just like that. “Ahhh,” I say, trying to control my voice but having a hard time at it, “you want more?” It’s excruciating to stop fucking her, but I’m a gentleman, and I’ll give the lady what she wants.