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“We could nail hooks into the wall so we don’t have to use a headboard. I also found a really pretty chest of drawers we could use to store my toys, the bandanas and other things we’ll use for restraints. Do you think we’re sex swing type of people?”
“If a sex swing is what you need, wife, we’ll get one.”
A shudder runs through me at the low timbre of his voice and the corner of his mouth kicks up when he sees it. I swallow and stop at the window.
“Sex with a view too,” I whisper, hand pressed to the glass
He comes to stand behind me, hands on my hips. “You know what I’d like to do, baby? Strip you out of this and fuck you while you admire the view.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
Another rumble comes out of him and he puts a hand on my belly. “Sorry, kid. Your mom’s being naughty and I need to show her what happens when she teases me.”
I smile and his eyes flare. He pulls me against him for a kiss so naughty, so filthy, I come a little.
Forty-Three. Waiting for midnight
Patrick
Our clothes come off in record time, even with Tamara getting stuck in her T-shirt and needing help to take off her leggings. Our laughter echoes in the empty room, bouncing off the walls, and it makes my cock swell. My heart too. I get to spend my whole life with this woman and I don’t know how I got so lucky.
With my hands on her hips, I direct her to stand in front of the window while she gathers her hair on top of her head. I kiss along her neck and down to the lotus tattooed on her back, and inhale the honeysuckle scent that’s gotten stronger in the last few months. Dr. Gopalan says it’s not the pregnancy, but I think it might be.
“You have to be quiet, Lo,” I whisper as I kiss along her shoulders and her throat. Most of our guests left a little while ago, but I’m sure there are still quite a few people downstairs. Our families, for example. And Tamara is loud during sex. It’s not like they think we’re abstaining, but nobody needs to hear the way she screams and begs when I’m buried inside her.
The setting sun is a mix of oranges and pinks, the light reflecting off Tamara’s warm skin. I’ve never paid much attention to sunsets or sunrises before, but when it’s looking this good against her supple body, I have a new kind of appreciation.
She looks back, one eyebrow quirked up and I drag my hands over her sides, down to her hips and around her ass. We’ve been having a lot of sex, yes. But we’re also really careful not to get too rough. I’ve read about spotting and sometimes worse things happening with vigorous sex. Today, however, the only rough part is she’s going to be on her feet until we both come. We’ve discovered a few comfortable positions for her and one of them is with her hands pressed to a wall or surface while I take her from behind. She gets to control her movements better and I get to fuck her deeper.
Win-win.
“Hands on the window.”
She does as instructed and pushes her legs apart, rocking her ass against me. Smoothing my hands over her buttocks, I spread her open and drag my cock between her ass cheeks. She makes a quiet sound, so I slip a hand around her front and cup her pussy. Rubbing herself against my palm, Tamara whimpers.
“That’s it, Lo. Ride Daddy’s hand,” I whisper and she pushes onto her toes and uses my callused hand to get herself there. She trembles, goosebumps spreading across her back and she comes with a loud gasp. “Attagirl.”
“Are you going to fuck me before the new year, Trick?”
I chuckle and lick my fingers clean as she breathes heavily, hands sliding down the window. “Maybe I’m waiting for midnight to compete with the fireworks.”
A scoff comes from her as a chain of fireworks explode somewhere beyond our walls. We’ve got seven hours until midnight, but trigger-happy people will start earlier so they can work through their leftover Diwali fireworks. She wriggles her ass and I smirk, using the same hand she came all over, I spank her and her hips jolt.
“Do it again and I won’t be as gentle.”
She looks at me over her shoulder and rocks back again. I spank the same spot and she moans loudly. I smooth her pink skin and squat to kiss her ass, then playfully take a bite out of her. She gasps and I laugh as I stand again.
“Hands higher, baby. Are you comfortable?”
Tamara adjusts herself, fingers curling against the grill, and nods. My hand tightens around her hip and I bend my knees, using the other hand to grip my dick. I stroke the crown through her wet pussy and we groan in unison. I could do this every day and it would still feel like the first time. Pressing against her, I hold her steady and slowly inch inside. She shivers and I pull out slightly before thrusting forward and filling her. A strangled sound falls from me and she cries out.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans and my first thrust is shallow, then a little deeper and I pull out almost all the way. Tamara’s head falls forward and when I fuck into her again, she curses me loudly. My fingers dig into her side as I set a punishing pace, the sound of our bare skin slapping as hips meet with every thrust. She rocks back into me a few times, but gives up when it’s clear I’m going to fuck her my way.
I wrap one hand around her throat as I continue to fuck her, while the other massages her ass. I drag a finger between her cheeks again and press the tip against her tight little hole. Her hips jerk, but she catches herself and rocks back, meeting my every thrust. I look past Tamara out the window and smile at the colour of the sky. Her pulse skitters against my thumb as I squeeze, but when I loosen my grip, to tip her head back, she gasps.
“Fucking you while the sun sets might become my new favourite thing,” I tell her and she hums in response. “Look at how fucking spectacular you are in this light.”
“I don’t give a shit how I look, Trick,” she groans. “Make. Me. Come.”
