Page 116 of Never Stop
"What do you think it is?" In the shadows, his husky voice comes from the other side of the living room. I search in that direction to find Ander leaning against the wall across from me, watching me intently, wearing nothing but a sexy, smug smile and holding what I assume is a lowball glass of whiskey and coke.
I pull out my best southern drawl accent as I pad over towards him, painfully slow, taking off one piece of clothing at a time.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Cole, it does appear you're attempting to seduce me."
He lets out a dark chuckle, swishes the ice around in his glass, and draws a long sip before setting the glass down on the table beside him.
"It does appear that it's working."
He raises an eyebrow, and his dark smile grows as I stand closer, down to my black lace bra and panty set. His jaw ticks in approval just as he runs a hand over his chin. I can tell he's trying to draw this out and restrain himself from pouncing on me.
I wish he would.
Sticking true to my attempt at a sexy southern drawl accent, "My oh my, whatever kind of lady do you take me for, Mr. Cole?" I feign offense, placing a hand on my chest and mouth agape in mocked shock. Another dark chuckle escapes from him, then silence as my bra and panties hit the floor, and I take another step forward, leaving less than three feet remaining between us.
"My wife," Ander deadpans.
"That I am." I can't help the full-fledged smile that spreads across my face.
His wife.
One title I hold with more pride than I'm capable of expressing.
We didn't have an engagement. Ander planned an entire wedding instead of a proposal. It waseverything.
Our wedding was small and intimate, surrounded by his family and our closest friends. It was here on the island, out on the beach. He chose a spot across from our home and the field where we met. It was precisely one year ago— which also happens to be the exact date we met eighteen years ago.
The man is full of surprises, and he never fails to amaze me.
Without another word, he's off the wall and crushing his bare body into mine as our lips collide; he lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around him.
He pulls back and begins trailing kisses starting at my collarbone, making his way up my neck, and when he gets to my ear, he whispers in a low growl, "Mine!" as he plants a hard slap on my ass—eliciting a small moan from me. With that, he comes apart, losing every shred of restraint he held onto previously. I can see that vein in his neck pumping as I feel both of our heart rates flutter to max speed, in sync as if they're beating to the same drum.
Peeling me off of him in one swift movement, he turns me around to face the arm of the couch and leans me over it. Spreading my legs, he presses into my backside, allowing me to feel his hard length.
"Mrs. Cole, it seems you've been a naughty girl." I can sense him bending down behind me, but with my face buried on the couch, I can't see anything. Ander trails his fingers up each of my legs, starting at my ankles and slowly working their way up to my inner thighs.
Once he gets to my center, he removes his hand and blows a cold gush of breath against my slit before he drags it into his mouth. He bites down grievously for a split second before nursing it with a long slow suck.
"Ahh-Anderrrr!" Chest heaving, I plant my hands beside me, and I pull up on my forearms, arching my back.
A groan escapes from Ander as he releases my clit from the grasp of his perfect mouth with a popping sound.
"You know how I punish naughty girls, don't you?"
"Please," I beg.
He lets out a dark chuckle just as his tongue starts to flick unapologetically up and down my center.
"So fucking needy for me." He growls out as he pounds two fingers inside my ready and waiting pussy. He has no mercy as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
"Yessss!" Just as my pleaful moan ends, his fingers withdraw from me, and he backs away completely, leaving me throbbing, soaking, and quite frankly dying for more.
"Ander!" I growl out hoarsely, chest still heaving. I push to stand, and he pushes me back down and kneels in front of me, with his fingers in my face, my arousal painted evidently around them.
"Open up, baby."
I do as I'm told, but don't make it easy. As his fingers enter my mouth, I first take a slow, wet drag down them with my tongue, then I wrap my mouth around them tightly, drawing my cheeks in. I suck up, and down his fingers, as I stare directly into Anders's eyes with every intent on making him wish it were his cock my mouth was wrapped around.
