Page 53 of Yours, Now and Always
“If you’re going to let another man turn you on,” I growl, “you better give me the fucking show.”
Her mouth curves, wicked. “I missed you too, husband.”
Christ.
My restraint’s already on its last breath, and she just handed it a shovel.
I lean in, slow and deliberate, and trail my hand back up her thigh. I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet. I want her begging. Writhing. I want her to remember who she provoked.
“You think that tone won’t get you dragged out of this bath and fucked against every surface in this room?”
She bites her lip again.
She knowsexactlywhat she’s doing to me.
I cup the back of her knee, pull it wider over the tub’s edge. “I’m waiting,” I say, voice rough as my possessiveness blazes through every fiber of me.“Be a good girl and touch yourself.”
The audiobook is still playing, but I don’t hear it anymore. It’s just her breath. Just her eyes on mine. Just the sound of water shifting as she brings her hands up to her tits.
I see her chest rise. Her nipples tighten. She tweaks both, her fingers moving slowly. “Hey Sonos,” she says. “Stop the music.”
The room goes quiet as she cups one breast while continuing to roll the other nipple between her fingers. “I missed you this afternoon,” she says, her sexy tone shooting straight to my cock.
I glide my fingers back down her leg toward her pussy. “What did you miss?”
Her back arches as my hand gets closer to where she wants it, and my gaze drops to her tits when they push up out of the water.
“I missed your hands. Your mouth. Your dick.”
“Were you thinking about my cock hitting the back of your throat? Or was it fucking you here?” I find her clit, and the sound that falls from her lips almost has me shoving my fingers inside her and making her scream. “Tell me how you want me tonight, Princess.”
“I thought you wanted me in your shirt while I took every inch of you,” she says so fucking sweetly it strangles my dick. “Have you changed your mind?” She tilts her head. “Are you lettingmedecide how I’ll take it, darling?”
Amelia has never once called me darling. And fuck me, I want that word on her lips every damn day.
“You’ll wear the shirt. You’ll get on your knees. And—” I push a finger inside her “—you’ll let me fill your sweet fucking mouth with my cum.” Her pussy clenches around my finger. Her mouth falls open. Her head drops back slightly. And the way she moans my name ensures my absolute ruin.
I add another finger and go deep. She’s so wet and turned on that she easily stretches for me. “After that, you’ll sit on my face and come until I can’t breathe without tasting you.”
Her hips are rolling and she’s riding my fingers, and heaven fucking help me, my cock may not last until she wraps her pretty lips around it. When I circle her clit with my thumb and shemoans loudly and bucks, her tits bouncing in the water, I have to work hard not to come in my pants.
Meeting my gaze, she says, breathily, “Will you clean your face after I mess it up? Or are you thinking you’ll just toss me onto my back, slam your dick inside, and kiss me with it still all over you?”
“Jesus, Amelia,” I say, unable to stop myself from fucking her harder with my fingers. “You keep talking filthy to me, I’ll come right here, and then you’ll find out what my wife gets for making me dirty my clothes.”
I curl my fingers against her G-spot and she grinds her pussy up to find the friction with my fingers she wants. Her cunt squeezes around me, wet and desperate. It’s when she grips the tub with one hand and lifts her ass up so she can thrust herself against my fingers that I lose the last shred of control I have.
I stand, shove the stool away, and grab her, yanking her out of the bath. Water spills over the edge, running down her body and splashing onto the tiles as I drag her to the vanity. She’s wide eyed and panting as I bend her over it. Her skin is wet and flushed, goosebumps rising everywhere from the sudden air against her heat.
And fuck...her collar. The only thing she’s wearing. Seeing it there, against her damp skin, sparks something primal in me. It centers every fucking part of me. Reminds me exactly who she is to me, and who I am to her.
I’ve got one hand on her back and one to my zipper to free my cock. “Change of plans,” I growl. “We’re gonna start here.”
I drive into her, hard and fast, to the goddamn hilt. And Christ if I don’t almost lose myself on the first thrust. This woman has me on my knees and no idea of how close to the edge she takes me.
I grip her hips, pull out, and thrust back inside. “Eyes on me,” I demand, needing to watch her in the mirror. Needing that connection.
She meets my gaze, andfuck...what I see in her eyes hits me so hard I lose the rhythm of my own body.
