Page 93 of Danger Close
“Fucking hurt me, Cobra Guerro. Hurt me. Show me how badly you want me. Just for a moment, make me believe it…” Her rough demand softened, as she added a breathless, “please.”
I’m just a man, made of flesh and bone. I have the same desires as anyone. When I’m hungry, I want food. When I’m thirsty, I want water. When I see Teresa Guerro naked, bare, and pleading, I want to dive between her thighs and carve myself into her soul.
But still, I had to hold back. I had to make sure that I saw every shift in her azure eyes.
I walked her to the bed, and laid her down, her hair in a halo around her head.
I took my time, looking at her naked body as she waited for me, lust clouding her eyes. I slipped off my shoes, socks, trousers, and boxers, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes lingered on my rock hard cock, her mouth open, her tongue darting out as if she wanted a taste.
I grabbed her ankle and tugged her until her ass was at the edge of the bed, holding her legs wide open for me.
The sight, the scent, the delicious anticipation made me lightheaded.
“How the fuck are you still this beautiful?” When we were apart, I’d hoped she’d lost some of her shine. I prayed that her magnetism had dimmed just a little with age, so that I wasn’t a fucking mess in her presence.
Someone had hurt her. Someone had tried to break her. But all they’d done was rub dirt on a diamond. All it would take was a light brushing to bring back the lustre I’d found so irresistible.
I just stared in absolute fucking awe at this second chance that lay on the bed before me.
“You’re hesitating,” she whispered, covering her breasts with her hands. “Perhaps this was… a… a bad idea.”
“Move your fucking hands.” She saw every action as a rejection, every gaze as judgment, and I was growing weary of it.
No one had any business looking down at my wife. Including the woman herself.
“What?” Her bright eyes stared at me, confused, and a little frightened.
“Put your hands over your head, and keep them there.” I bent down over her, one hand going on either side of her torso. The bed dipped with my weight. “Don’t make me tell you again, or I’ll tie them behind you and do things to your sweet little body that you’re not healed enough to handle.”
She gasped, but obeyed. Her compliance was the greatest aphrodisiac.
“I…. I…” Her breathless words faltered when I ran my hand up her thigh, circling her hip to grab a handful of her beautiful ass. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Impossible.”
“I don’t want you to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I fuckingwantto.” I leaned down, running my nose up her juicy inner thigh, the scent of her arousal giving me a high I have never had before. “But I have to be careful. I have to stay in control, and I amtrying.” My voice was ragged with my desire. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t.”
“Hurt me,” she pleaded. “I want you to lose control.”
“No!” I bent down to kiss the little tuft of hair that protected her beautiful, luscious core.
The last thing I needed was to be blinded by lust and hurt my precious wife. But to abstain from this was just as impossible. Not when her scent, her arousal, and the heat of her skin threatened to burn me to ash.
“I would cut my arm off before I ever hurt you.” I inched closer and closer to the sweet wetness that I’d tasted only a few days ago, and needed once again, like a fucking addiction. “There’ll be time to throw you around the bedroom, slam you against walls, and fuck you into oblivion, baby.”
That wasn’t a threat. That was a fucking promise.
“But tonight? When there are wedding bells right outside the door?” Oh, I’m a romantic sap. Who knew? “I have a different purpose.”
I dove into her, my tongue spearing into her pussy as she clenched around me, her keening cry so delicious that I had to fight the urge to grab my cock and just ram right into her. My fingers replaced my tongue as my mouth covered her beautiful,swollen clit, and I sucked and nipped at it, her body responding with pleasant shivers.
“Eyes, Princess. I need to see your eyes!” She fought to comply, her eyes shuttering closed with every thrust of my two fingers.
She tried. She really, really tried to look at me as she plunged into ecstasy, and I commend her for that. But I noted that one day, when she was at the peak of health again, I would make a game of this. I’d tease and taste every inch of her body and make her look at me with those big blue eyes, and spank her for every time she looked away. I’d pin her down, punish her, take her with reckless violence until she and I were carved together, joined at the hips and intertwined to the point of absolute exhaustion.
But. Not. Today.
