Page 96 of Takedown

They aren’t what I thought. I was expecting Ethan to be like our father, haughty and dismissive. Father always had the air of being better than everyone else, even me and my mom, but Ethan and Elizabeth aren’t like that. They were funny and laid back. Ethan was a single father until he met Tara, and they tease each other mercilessly. I was wrong about them.

The rest of the ride home is quiet. It’s as if the city knows how much I need to get home because we are not impeded by any more red lights. It takes us half the time to get home as it did to go to dinner.

By the time I help Mel out of the car, my pants are ready to burst from my need to have her. Without a word of warning, I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her legs around me at the same moment her warm lips meet mine.

I devour her, and on instinct, I walk from the detached garage, up the few steps, and through the back door. Thankfully, neither Jason, Alex, or my mother-in-law poke their heads out. I wouldn’t stop if they did. I can’t. My need to have her is greater than my manners.

By the time I open and close the front door, I no longer have any control. I break the kiss and put her on her feet only so I can rip her coat off and lift her sweater over her head. The red, lacy bra is next. I attack one of her perfect nipples right after, and I sigh in contentment when her fingers go through my hair and caress the nape of my neck.

“Adam,” she whispers, so breathless I barely hear her, “you have on too many clothes.” When I pull away to unbutton my coat, she reaches for my belt and zipper, and we leave a trail of clothes and shoes on the way to the bedroom.

The door is still off the hinges. We didn’t tell the landlord I lost my temper, and I haven’t had time to fix it, so the door remains wide open while I push her down on the bed.

Her legs hang off the side, and I kneel between them and remove the matching red thong.

“Don’t you ever wear those panties without me around.” Once they’re off, I kiss her hipbone and trace my tongue to her pussy. I spread her open, and before my mouth reaches her, I can feel the heat coming from her core. I run my hand over her slit, and she moans my name. She’s wet. I could slide my dick inside her right now and make her scream in ecstasy, but I need to taste her on my tongue first.

I eat her like a starving man who hasn’t had a meal in weeks. She’s like a ripe peach, bursting with sweetness. So much of it that I could eat it for hours, if not days. She trembles underneath me, and with no warning at all, she comes in my mouth, giving me the sweetness that I’m always craving.

“Adam,” she moans. “Jesus.” I know she wants to say more but can’t.

“Move to the middle of the bed,” I order. And once she does, I remove my boxers and toss them to some far corner of the room. “Spread your legs for me, love. I want to see that pussy that just came on my tongue.”

I take a moment to admire her wet cunt. It’s pink, and it glistens with moisture. I ache to taste it again, but my dick will scream in protest if I make it wait any longer. So, I don’t. I climb on top of my wife and slide inside of her. I slide home.

I take her fast. I’m not gentle when I take hold of her hips and keep her in place. I know my handprints will be there in the morning, but I love leaving marks on her otherwise flawless skin.

I stick my head in the crook of her neck and suck at her skin. She widens her legs and starts to grind underneath me. I want to squeeze her to make her stay still, worried that any friction she gives me will push me over the edge, but I can’t. She feels too good. Her moans drive me crazy, and I pick up my pace, swirling my hips in slow circles while I go deep inside her wet pussy. It doesn’t take me long at all to erupt inside of her, washing her walls with my release. I shudder on top, but she grabs my ass, pushing me deeper into her.

Once I’m spent and have caught my breath, I roll off her body, and she cuddles to my side.

“Remember the other night when you said it took you an entire two days to realize you love being married to me?” I ask my wife while I run my fingers through her hair. She throws a leg over my body and moves closer.

“Mmhmm,” she moans.

“What happened to make you love it?”

“Are you fishing for compliments, Mr. Flynn?” she asks with an eye roll.

“I sure am, Mrs. Flynn. Two years you made me chase you. I’ve earned every single compliment you give me.”

She runs a hand over my chest and down to my stomach. I let out a little yelp when she bites my shoulder.

“I liked being up here with you. I was freaking out and you were so sweet and patient with me. You took care of me and made me feel wanted. I never felt wanted before. And I knew I was the one who made you marry me. So, I chose to be in the marriage and to be your wife. I was so afraid. Afraid of letting go only to lose you in the end.”

“I didn’t think you were going to do it. I just knew you’d freak out the instant we stepped inside that chapel, but you surprised me. And, love, you didn’t make me marry you. I wanted to. I’ve always wanted you. I just wish it hadn’t taken us all this time.” She sighs and lays her head on my chest.

“I don’t think it would have worked any sooner, Adam. I wasn’t ready. I had to learn to like myself first. Had we gotten together before that, we would have crashed and burned.”

“I wouldn’t have let us, but I’m glad you’re ready now because I don’t think I can ever let you go, Mel. And thank you for helping me today. You say that I take care of you, but you’ve been taking care of me too. Even more so since Ethan barged in. I meant what I said. I trust you, and if you believe they are sincere, then I’ll give them a chance.” She throws an arm across my torso and hugs me tight as she peppers my face with kisses.

“I’m happy for you, stud.” She climbs on top of me, straddling me and letting that wet pussy coat my lower abdomen.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, ride your husband’s dick.”

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