Page 246 of Frost and Death
She simply shakes her head, still smiling. When she faces me, her ice-blue eyes brighten, illuminating my world every time I look at them.
“It’s nothing,” she beams, guiding her lips to me.
I take my wife in, kissing her slow and sweet before pulling away, skepticism furrowing my brow. “That’s not nothing,” I tell her, always wanting to know what is on her mind.
A lustful smirk plays across her face, and it makes me want more.
Tove leans in, resuming our kiss, whispering some of my favorite words. “I love you.”
I pounce, moving her to straddle me as I push the bench away from the piano, ensuring my mouth remains on hers. Fuck, two weeks is too long without savoring every part of my wife’s body. I’ve craved her, and being here sends me into a needy frenzy.
Tove hums her approval, feeding into my desire and grinding against me. She usually wears gowns for meetings and special occasions, and I thank the Makers she is wearing one now instead of pants.
While she prefers wearing trousers, I prefer when she wears dresses.
Easier access.
“I missed you,” I murmur lazily.
She drags her hands up the base of my skull, combing through my hair and massaging my scalp. Tove yanks my head back, flirtation filling her lustful gaze.
“You did?”
I groan, reaching under her dress and seeking her perfect, round ass and find her completely bare.
All for me.
“Your nakedness tells me you feel the same,” I say, squeezing her backside tightly, earning a gasp from her.
Deities, the hitching of her breath undoes me.
I smack her ass, my growing need to be inside of her has me covering the piano keys and lifting Tove to perch her ass against the piano as our mouths clash. I squeeze her hips as my wife’s arms spread across to the sides of the instrument, holding herself in place as I kiss down her neck.
I trail my lips down to her chest, her bodice loose and begging to be removed. Hunching over, I use my teeth to drag her top to her stomach.
Tove’s full breasts fill my line of vision, and my mouth waters.
My wife’s eyes study me, her breathing ragged and skin flush.
I smirk mischievously, needing to hear what she wants. “Tell me what you want, my love.”
My eyes remain fixed on Tove as my hands run along her thighs. I have been starved for too long without her. I offer a few glimpses into suggestions that allow me to thoroughly relish being home and here with her.
“Do you want my mouth on your breasts?” I ask, bringing her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard.
Tove moans, convulsing in pleasure.
I pull her breast out of my mouth, running a hand down the outside of her leg, circling back to her core. I lightly drag my finger through the center of her clit.
“Do you want my hands or my mouth to feast on your pretty pussy?” I draw her breast into my mouth again, unable to control myself.
Tove whimpers and fastens her hold on me, keeping me in place.
I study her, admiring her in exaltation as her heated gaze and desire keep me under her spell.
“I want your dirty mouth to suck and bite my nipple so hard it leaves a mark,” she pants.
Her grip on my hair loosens, and I remove my mouth, still gazing at her with a smirk.
