Page 92 of Before You Can Blink
“Get over here,” I commanded roughly.
Teeth descended on her lower lip, and she playfully shimmied away. “Nuh-uh.”
A growl vibrated through my chest a split second before I pounced. The element of surprise worked in my favor. My stunning wife was so shocked at my sudden movement that she stood frozen, allowing me to grip the back of her thighs and haul her onto my lap.
I relished the sound of her breathy moan when her slit fit directly over the ridge of my erection. Head tossed back, Daisy ground down, riding me hard despite the rough denim against her slick, sensitive flesh.
When I pushed the dress off her shoulders, the fabric fell away to pool on the floor, and for a minute, all I could do was stare at my gloriously naked girl.
More than two decades later, I still couldn’t get enough of her.
All that time had brought changes to her body. Her full breasts hung a little lower, there were more dimples scattered across her hips and thighs, and jagged silver lines from carrying our two babies carved a path along the loose skin of her belly.
The transformation had been gradual as we moved into middle age, but I could say with absolute confidence that I’d never been more attracted to my wife.
“Jett,” she whined, writhing on my lap.
The wet warmth of her arousal soaked through my jeans, and my head fell back against the cushion. “You’re killing me, Daze.”
A hand landed on my shoulder, before sharp nails dug in, the bite of pain causing me to hiss. “I’m right there.”
She wasn’t the only one. Dry humping on the couch like a pair of teenagers had me ready to combust.
“Need to be inside you,” I rasped.
“Then why are you still dressed?”
Well, shit. Here I was, about to blow my load in my pants, and she’d been waiting for me to make a move?
It wasn’t pretty, but I managed to get my shirt wrenched over my head and my fly undone enough to free my cock without having to unseat Daisy. She didn’t waste a single second, lining herself up and sinking down until her ass met my thighs.
Her blistering heat set my blood on fire, making it hard to breathe.
Skin flushed and blue eyes blazing, my wife brought the glass of whiskey she held to her lips. She made no attempt to consume the liquor. Instead, she gripped my jaw to force it open before letting a steady stream of amber liquid pour from her mouth into mine.
Jesus Christ. What the hell had gotten into her?
Who fucking cares? That was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen or experienced.
Once I’d swallowed down her offering, my hands found an anchor position on her hips. I had a feeling I was in for a rough ride, and my only hope was that I could last long enough to enjoy it.
There was a dull thud as the glass fell to the carpet. Then Daisy began rocking over me, the sensual movements torturously slow to start, but eventually, the rhythmic bucking of her hips picked up speed.
Muffled moans sounded from my wife as she rode my cock like a goddamn pro.
Using my thumb, I tugged her lower lip free of her teeth. It had been too long since I’d heard the symphony of her pleasure echoing off the walls.
“Mmm.” Her mouth closed around the digit.
“That’s right,” I gritted out, jaw clenched tight. “Get it good and wet for me, baby.”
On command, she sucked on my thumb so sloppily that saliva dribbled down her chin.
I could have watched the filthy display she was putting on all day, but the clock was ticking. The edges of my vision blurred as I fought against the rising tide of pleasure within me until the temptation of ecstasy grew too powerful to ignore.
Pulling my thumb from her mouth with a pop, I dropped it to her needy clit. Rubbing tight circles over that swollen bud, I felt Daisy’s walls clamp down around me as a shattered cry pierced the air. With her trembling and moaning as her release ripped through her, I finally unleashed, pumping into her from below and allowing the sparks shooting down my spine to catch fire.
The grunts I let loose when I emptied inside her were raw, primal, and I made no effort to curb their volume.
