Page 36 of Unwrapped By the Grumpy Mountain Man
“That is a damn crime. But I’m honored to be the one to give you that,” I say, facing her and kissing her deeply.
She responds instantly, taking what she needs. Wants. Her tongue seeks mine confidently, stroking, flicking.Damn, this woman can kiss.I roll over her and those thick, delicious thighs part for me to sink in between. Violet lifts her hips and grinds against my hardness, seeking.
“My wife wants to come?” I growl, which seems to do the same thing for her as her calling me her husband does to me.
She’s wild in my arms. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Hud.”
I kiss down her curves, sucking her nipples through her cotton tank. Taking matters into her own hands, Violet grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it off the bed. Chuckling, I give her generous bare breasts attention.
“These are fantastic,” I lick around her other nipple. I lean back to get my first look. Plump, creamy, peachy areolas and tight tips. “Damn, Goldie. You’re perfection.”
Her blue eyes are bright, alert. She runs her fingertips through the sides of my hair. Shivers scatter down my spine, pulling a groan from me.
“I want you naked as well,” she demands softly.
“I haven’t gotten you fully naked yet, Goldie.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Husband?”
Shit.I almost came. That title from those lips, that look in her eyes…the moment I’m inside her, claiming my wife, even in this pretend role-play bubble we’re boldly stepping into, will ruin me. I already know. Every new facet of my new wife has been a revelation.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, I kiss down her soft stomach, hook my fingers into her sleep shorts, and pull them down. No underwear. I look up at the hooded blues, focused on my every move.
“Is this a regular occurrence? No underwear?” I ask, sure I can’t handle what the answers going to be.
She bites her plump lip and grins. “Never with pjs. It’s healthy to let her breathe.”
I goan, tapping my forehead against her naked hip. “I’m going to always know you have nothing underneath now.”
Her melodic giggle tugs my heart. “Good,” she whispers. “Whatever keeps you coming back for more.”
I lift my head and narrow my eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, wife.”
“Too much talking, husband,” she says, tilting her hips up.
Chuckling, I get to work, removing her shorts and settling close to her core, holding her thighs open. Her inner lips part, glistening, dripping with heat. I drag my nose along her inner thigh, smelling the wildflower body wash she just used on her skin.
When she moans, tugging my hair, I finally get my first lick, and holy shit, I’m going to live on my knees for this angel. I give her a thorough tasting. Violet chokes for air, and her torso crunches upward sharply with the impact of pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she pants. “That feels…that…Hudson.”
I hum, flicking my tongue along her clit. The vibration plus the assault from my mouth causes her to cry out. Music to my ears. No other man has done this for her. What the fuck is wrong with them? Then again, I love being her first in this. While she’s my wife, no one fucking gets this privilege but me. It will be my mission to show her body all it can experience, all she deserves to feel.
My fingers dig deep into her thighs, keeping her from closing them, her body jerking. I sink one then two fingers into her tight heat, curling the tips.
“Hudson,” she cries out, tangling the sheets between her fingers. “Yes,” she whimpers.
“Come for me, angel. I want to taste what I do to you,” I demand, pumping my fingers, curling my tongue around her swollen clit, and sucking it between my teeth.
Her scream of pleasure as her back arches, her legs straighten, her inner walls squeeze my fingers, almost has me spilling on the mattress. Before she’s completely settled from her orgasm, I’m kneeling back and taking off my shirt, pulling down my pj pants and briefs, then reaching for a condom in my nightstand.
Her hands reach out and run over my tattooed chest, thighs, then her hand wraps around my hard as fuck cock that twitches at her touch, leaking precome, making her bold strokes easier.
“Fuck, angel.” I groan, tilting my head back, experiencing a full-body shiver and tingling deeply at the base of my spine.
Her hand firmly squeezes, and I can’t wait. If she does that a minute longer, I’m coming over her hand. And I need inside my wife. Now.
I remove her hand, kissing it, then resume rolling on the condom. I lay over her body, our skin resting on each other’s for the first time, causing us both to groan. Her legs wrap around my back, pulling me flush to her. My pulsing cock nuzzles between her wet lips, parting them and nudging her clit.
