Page 266 of Keep This Promise
“Yes, love?” I ask as I cover her with my hands, pinching her taut nipples. When she moves her hand, I stop. “Keep your hands on the glass, Sophie. I want you to watch the world move around us while I focus only on you. My wife. My love. My heart.”
She moves her head to the side, and my hand slides to her throat as I take her mouth, moving my tongue with hers, kissing her while she stands like a fucking goddess.
I step back, wanting to taste every part of her. Moving around, I pull my tie off and toss it to the floor before unbuttoning the top two spots on my shirt. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”
It’s been over a month since we’ve been able to do this, to kiss or make love. Her ribs were much too sore, and she needed to heal. Each night, I held her, wishing I could make love to her, but she’d only just gotten the all clear to resume light activity, which includes careful sex.
I asked, and I don’t even feel bad about that.
Tonight, I want every part of her to come alive again.
I’m standing behind her, looking at her naked body with the lights of the city where I found her in the background.
“Holden?”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I’m naked in front of Las Vegas.”
“No, baby, you’re naked in front of me.” I step closer, still not touching her. “You’re mine.”
“I am.”
“What should I do with you?”
She shivers. “What do you want to do with me?”
I smirk. “First, I’m going to kiss you, wife.”
And I do.
My mouth is on hers, drinking every drop of love she gives me. Then I move around so her back is against my chest as she arches into my touch. I want to stoke her flame even higher. Slowly, my hands slide down her stomach to her clit, circling my finger around her wet heat.
She moves her lips from mine, gasping. “Oh, God.”
“Remember what I said about a new memory, love?”
“Yes,” she pants, her breath making the window fog a little.
“Look out there, baby. Look at the world going by, unaware that I’m going to make you scream my name as I lick you until your legs give out.” I lower to my knees, pulling her panties down with me as I go. I have her lift one foot and then the other before I push her legs apart. “Stay like that.”
Her eyes flash with confusion. “What?”
“Hands on the window.” I move her chest, so her tits are against the cold glass. “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” I say, tripping my fingertips down her spine. “Keep your legs apart and ass out.”
“Wh—”
I cut her off when I spread her thighs and run my tongue against her seam. Her legs buckle, but I hold her up, licking again.
“Oh, oh,” Sophie mumbles as I work my mouth harder.
“Tell me what you see.” I lick again.
“I . . . I can’t.”
I run my hand along her perfect ass and then bite her playfully. “I want to worship you while you look at the people below, walking around.” I kiss the spot and then move my finger to her clit. “But I can’t see what you do, baby. Paint me a picture while I look at what I want most.”
Her. She’s what I want.
