Page 139 of Wildest Forever

“That's a good girl, fuck, you taste euphoric,” he groans, his tight grip pinching my skin but I don't even care.

I release my fingers from his hair then fall back on the bed, panting as my skin tingles.

I feel his lips dusting up the inside of my thigh, kissing wet kisses against my skin before he is laying between my thighs and my cheeks blush a burning ember.

“You okay?” he asks, his hands cupping my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek and I nod, because words are too much for me to even try and form.

He smiles.

“Are you sore?” he asks and I shake my head from side to side.

“Good,” he mutters, a goofy smile on his face as he lowers his lips over mine and kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth and I let him. I let him kiss me like I am the only form of oxygen, like if he doesn't kiss me, he'll die.

He breaks away and his eyes darken.

“I need you baby,” he breathes against my lips, and I edge closer to him, pulling his lips to mine as I let my tongue dance with his.

“Then take me,” I whisper against him and a growl buries itself in his throat.

He pulls away and pushes to his feet, his eyes trailing down my body but I don't feel self conscious around him, I feel confident and ready to lay myself bare beneath him.

Kicking his boots off, his arms cross in front of him as he curls his fingers around the hem of his tee and drags it over his head before he tosses it to the floor and I let my greedy eyes roam over his body.

Muscles ripple under his skin as his fingers play with the button of his jeans. They trail over his tattoo on his chest then dip down to his scar and my heart stops for just a moment.

“Eyes on me,” he catches me, and I do as he orders, letting my eyes settle on him.

Pushing his jeans down, my eyes fall and my lips part.

“Eyes,” his voice is soft, and I find my eyes obeying.“Let me finish undressing you,” he rasps as he stands at the edge of the bed and reaches forward and takes my hand, pulling me up. Lifting his hat from my head, he drops it to the floor. His fingertips brush against my rib cage before he grips the hem of my tee, lifting it over my head and discarding it to the pile. I am sitting in just my bra and his eyes fall, watching as my full breasts rise up and down.

His hand grips my cheeks as he tilts my head back and leans down, swiping his tongue through my lips and my eyes flutter shut. His spare hand trails around my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms.

I slip it down and let it fall to the bed.

Here I am.

Sitting on his bed.

Naked.

In front of my husband ready to give him every piece of me.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “I am besotted with you.”

My cheeks pinch and I squirm on the bed, desperate to feel his fingers over my skin.

He stands in front of me, head tilted to the side as he looks at me and I finally let my eyes fall to his boxers, then widening at his evident erection.

I swallow, my throat dry.

He moves forward, laying me down gently on the bed but not before pushing me up towards the headboard.

“You still want to do this?” he whispers, and I nod.

“Yes, I do,” I lick my lips as he smiles and lowers his mouth to mine, his fingers teasing down my side and roll my nipples between his fingertips as his kiss deepens.

“Good,” he murmurs as he presses his hips forward, his boxers rubbing against my pussy.

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