Page 29 of Wedded to a Wayne

I remove the prosthesis and set it in the stand beside her bed, unrolling the sock that conceals her skin before she can protest. Right now, every part of her is mine to touch. I want as little between us as possible.

“Emerson…”

When I cup the warm flesh there, she closes her eyes.

“Look at your husband, Tanisha. Please.”

When she refuses, I reach for the lace she’s let slip and twist, the tearing sound loud in the silence. Now she’s looking.

“Good. We don’t hide from each other. I want to touch all of you. See all of you. Every inch of your body is beautiful to me. Every time I look at you, I get hard as stone.”

I slide both hands under her hips, moving her further up the bed until my chest is pressed into the mattress and my breath is on the inside of her thighs.

I wasn’t lying to her. I’m so hard I’m worried I’ll come in my pants, but I need to taste her first. “I resent the skirts that hide your beautiful leg from me. I resent the shirt you pull up to cover your shoulder after it drops down, giving me a glimpse of heaven.”

I use my fingers to part the smooth lips topped by a small triangle of dark curls. “You don’t get to hide this from me either,” I rasp. “Not when we’re in this room. Oh, baby, you’re dripping wet.”

“Emerson,” she moans softly at my touch.

“I need to go slow.” I watch my finger glide over her clit and in between her folds. Her leg is restless beside me, so I lift it over my shoulder and at the same time I work my finger inside. “Work into it, you said.”

“Ah.” Her body arches and her heel digs into my back as I press deeper, up to the knuckle, those inner walls clinging to me like a vise.

“The last few days we’ve made out like teenagers, over our clothes, in the dark. I let you take off my shirt, but you didn’t let me do the same.”

“The bath,” she manages as I start slowly thrusting. God, she’s gorgeous like this.

“I saw you in the bath,” I agree. “One glimpse of paradise and then you took it away. I watched you do this to yourself.” I push inside her again. “I said I wanted to suck you then. Do you remember?”

“Yes.”

I lower my mouth with a growl, sucking hard on her clit as her flavor bursts on my tongue. It’s manna. Ambrosia. Fucking life itself. I’ll never want anything but this again. Never need anything but her taste in my mouth.

Her hand cups the back of my head, silently demanding more. Yes. My finger thrusts deeper, faster, and I’m sucking and licking every soft, wet inch of flesh I can reach.

“Emerson. Emerson. Emerson.”

With my free hand, I push down my sweatpants and boxers, stepping out of them and reaching for the back of my shirt. I let her go long enough to get rid of it and our eyes meet.

Hers are golden brown and dark with desire. She’s exquisite. More beautiful than she knows. Skin flushed, lips bitten and swollen. I need her naked. I want to see all of her on my bed. Now.

“Lift your arms, baby.” I take off her sweater and toss it to the side, fingers fumbling with the front clasp of her bra in my haste. I spread the cups and lower my head to her nipples. First one, then the other, loving in her reaction. The way she moves under me. The sounds she’s making.

“That feels so good.” She moans, sounding surprised.

Untouched.

It shouldn’t get me this hot, that I’m her first. But my dick isn’t politically correct. It wants to claim its special prize for being so patient. It wants to feel her virgin pussy squeezing around it.

Mine. All mine.

My hand glides down her stomach, over her curls, and I get two fingers inside her this time. Christ.

“Too much,” she gasps.

I kiss her chin and cheek, soothing her while my own blood rages. “Breathe, baby. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. What I’ll give you is more than two fingers’ worth.”

“I’m ready now.” Her fingers dig into my biceps. “Emerson, I can take it. I want it. Please.”

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