Page 52 of Takedown

Mel finishes wiping down the counter and I take the trash bags outside. When I return, it’s back to our clean and pristine apartment. The place looks and smells great. Even though we didn’t ask for gifts, our guests brought everything from kitchen gadgets to scented candles.

“So, love,” I say putting my hands on either side of her, boxing her in. “I’ve been watching your luscious ass in this tiny skirt all night.” I slide my hand down her back and cup her butt. “Now that everyone’s gone, I think it’s time you pay up for all the teasing you did.” Because I know her ears are sensitive, I put her earlobe between my teeth.

She moans and arches her back into me.

“Tell me, Mel, how did I end up with the sexiest wife in the history of the world, hmm?” I drop her earlobe and lick the side of her neck. While she moans at the sensation, I reach underneath the short skirt and grab her panty covered pussy with my large palm. “This is mine. From now until eternity. Fuck walking away in a year. Fuck walking away at all.” I rub her clit over her panties. She whines and grinds on my dick, and she throws her head back and puts a palm on my cheek. I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet.

“Adam,” she says so softly I can barely hear.

“Adam what?” I whisper in her ear. I drop my hand from her pussy, and she moans in protest, but before she can get a word out, I spin her around to face me. “Adam what, Mel? What do you want?”

She smiles coyly and puts a hand on my chest, biting her bottom lip as soon as her hand makes contact. She’s spent so much time watching me exercise in the backyard, and her eyes have always been drawn to my chest. I noticed her watching me the very first day.

“You make me feel beautiful.” She drops her gaze, but I grab her chin and force her eyes back on me.

“That’s because you are.”

“And wanted. No one’s ever wanted me like this.”

“That’s because you were only meant for me, love. No one else can make you feel the way I do. Do you know why?” Her brown eyes lock with mine and no words come out of her mouth. All she can do is shake her head. “Because you don’t belong to them. You belong to me.” I run my hands down her sides, caressing her curves along the way.

She grabs my hands and leads me to the living room. She points to Lola and when I sit, she dims the lights. Music is still playing from earlier, and Ed Sheeran’s Shape of you comes on.

“I’ve always been self-conscious about everything. Until you came along and started looking at me as if you could see my soul.” I glide my hand along her bare leg, but she steps back and starts to sway to the music.

I sit up straight, entranced as she swings her hips. Just like the woman in the video, she starts to box, and my dick stands at attention. I sit back, unable to blink or breathe as I watch the most beautiful sight.

She turns and gives me a nice view of her ass. The ass I’ve been obsessed with since I first saw it. She bends at the waist and looks at me through her legs. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip and slowly stands up. While the song continues to play, she rolls down her silk panties and throws them at me. I catch them with one hand, put them to my nose before I put them in my pocket. I have no plans on giving them back anytime soon.

The skirt comes off next, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her body is firm and shaped like an hourglass. My hands ache to touch her, but this is her show, and I’m her audience. She walks over, spreads her legs, showing her perfectly trimmed pussy. I see the tip of her pink little clit, and my tongue yearns for it.

“You put that pussy in my face, things can only end one way, love,” I say. When she pulls the sweater over her head and removes her bra, I can’t take it anymore. I stand, remove my shirt and t-shirt, and like a predatory animal, I approach and lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around me, her hot, wet pussy coating my stomach.

I look up into her eyes, and for the first time, she doesn’t look away. She looks as if she’s trying to read my mind. Fingers slide in my hair. There’s a soft sigh before warm lips touch mine.

I don’t know how, but I manage to get us into the bedroom without hitting a wall. I lay her on her back and feast on her body. First her lips. Then I give her breasts my full attention. Her nipples are sensitive. I remember that from our night in my hotel room in Vegas. That’s as far as I allowed things to get despite my hard dick and my unquenching need to have her. But I didn’t want her to have any regrets the next morning.

While I suck on a nipple, she reaches for my belt. Knowing exactly what she wants, my shoes and jeans come off, both thrown into some dark corner of the bedroom.

I bend her legs and dive into her pussy. She tastes like warm honey, and I can’t get enough, but I stop before she comes on my mouth.

“Adam,” she complains. I slide on top of her body and slide my dick into her in one hard thrust. “Fuck, Adam,” she says.

“No fucking. Tonight’s for loving.” I give it to her slow, filling her body as much as her mind. “Eyes on me.” Her eyes fly open. She sighs when our eyes lock. My thrusts are slow, reaching the deepest parts of her body and soul.

“You’re so beautiful. So damn beautiful.” I kiss the side of her mouth. I thrust into her again, and she comes apart underneath me, calling my name. Hearing my wife call out my name while she comes on my dick pushes me over the edge and I release inside of her.

I stay inside until I soften and slip out. She cuddles to my side, and I pull her closer, putting a hand on her stomach, wishing that our lovemaking could create a life, but I know she’s on birth control and no amount of wishing will grant me that gift. At least not yet.

“That was amazing,” she whispers.

“You’re amazing,” I say, kissing her temple.

28

“Tell me something nobody on earth knows about you. Not even your mom,” I say to Adam hours after getting into bed. We fell asleep after making love, but when he got up to pee, he woke me up, and neither one of us were able to fall back asleep.

He groans and says, “Okay, let me think.” He stays quiet for a few minutes before speaking again. “Okay, I got it. We moved to Dublin when I was ten. I broke a vase that belonged to some dead relative. My grandma found the broken vase the next morning and blamed Uncle Finn. He came home drunk the night before, so he assumed he did it and took the blame. I never told a soul until now.” He plays with my cross and laughs at the memory.

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