Chapter Fifty-six
She is the most stunning woman I have ever seen.
But I knew that before I saw her standing before me in white lingerie.
The low lighting out on the deck kisses her skin, highlighting every curve and dip of her and that little lacy number does nothing to hide what is underneath.
Color blooms on her cheeks as I look at every inch of her. There is not enough time to explore it all, not enough minutes for me to get on my knees and worship her.
My cock is hard, my blood humming through me.
She aches. She told me so herself and I’m ready to relieve her of her pain, to make her come for me repeatedly. I want her pussy on my fingers, in my mouth, on my cock. I want to stretch that tight little cunt until she can’t fucking walk, until all she can think and breathe is me.
Her eyes drop to the obvious hard on I have, the bulge at the front of my pants stretching the material around the outline of my cock.
“Spin for me, kitten,” I order on a rasp, “Let me see it all.”
There isn’t a second of hesitancy as she slowly spins, showing me every angle, the curve of her spine and the firm globes of her ass cheeks.
“So pretty, Olivia.” I praise, “And you’re wearing this just for me.”
She gives a small nod, capturing her lip between her teeth while her eyes drop to the glass on the table, still full of the whiskey she poured me.
“Can I have a drink?” She asks.
“Go ahead,” I lean back on the couch, watching her hips sway as she closes the short gap between her and the glass. Her long, delicate fingers pluck the glass from the table and then she swirls the whiskey.
“Is this your favorite way to drink your whiskey, Kai?”
My cock jerks.
“Yes.”
She nods and then takes a swig, taking at least half of it into her mouth before she drops the whiskey to the table and strides toward me confidently.
I adjust my position as she climbs onto my lap, stretching her legs over my thighs to straddle me and then her fingers are on my jaw, nails biting in just a little. I tip my head back, lids hooded with lust but then she shocks the shit out of me.
She brings her mouth close to mine before her thumb pushes on my bottom lip and forces my mouth to open. And before I can question it, can take control, she’s lining up her mouth to mine and emptying the whiskey onto my tongue.
I swallow every drop down.
“How about now?” She breathes, her tongue darting out to capture a drop caught at the corner of my lips.
My fingers flex on the flesh of her thighs, her body yielding to my grip as a new wave of desire floods my system, making me impossibly harder for her.
“You’re like a drug, Olivia,” I confess, “I cannot get enough.”
“Kiss me, Malakai.”
And I oblige, crashing my mouth against hers as I lift a hand to cradle the back of her skull, holding her to me while my tongue plunges between her lips. Nails bite at my scalp as she too holds me to her, her pussy grinding over the length of me.
“Are you wet, kitten?” I pull away from her mouth, letting my teeth nip at her bottom lip.
“Yes,” she hisses on a breath, “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t worry, my pretty little wife,” I slide my hand from her head over her neck, wrapping it around the delicate column before I give it a gentle squeeze, “I’ll take care of you.”
My hand trails from her throat over her collar bones, down to her breasts where I take one peaked nipple between my thumb and finger. She gasps when I squeeze, rolling the bud before teasing the pad of my thumb over the very tip.
“So pretty in all this white lace,” I praise, “And all fucking mine.”
“Malakai, please,” she begs again.
“Stand up.” I order.
Slowly and with a shake, she stands from my lap, and I lean forward, grasping her behind her knee as I bring one leg up to rest her foot against the pillow of the couch.
I glide a finger down the seam of her above the lace and she lets out a harsh breath, but when I hook a finger at the edge of the panties, pulling it to the side to expose every dripping inch of her, she moans.
“You’re so ready for me to fill you up,” I rasp, scissoring my fingers through the heat of her, “To stretch you open and fuck you raw.”
“P-please.”
“Such beautiful manners,” I commend before I lean in and run the flat of my tongue over her, tasting that slick arousal.
I hold her against me, my fingers digging into the plump skin on her ass, likely leaving marks but fuck if I don’t want to see my brandings on her.
Her fingers claw at my hair, tugging while I continue to lick and suck at her, covering my chin and lips with her come. It’s so easy to bring her to the peak, she’s wound so tightly already that it only takes me a minute to apply the right attention to the right place before her cunt is pulsing against my face, her moans filling the night around us.
I can’t fucking wait to be inside of her.
But my girl is aching. She needs more.
So even when she stops contracting, when her whimpers quieten, I continue, this time inserting two fingers into her pussy, listening to the sweet sound of her moans mixed with the sound of her arousal as I fuck her with my hand.
I’ve never tasted anything better than Olivia. I eat her cunt like a man starved, worshipping the center of her like I may die if I don’t. Messy and raw and primal, I coat my face in her.
“Malakai!” She screams as I bring her once more to the edge, grinning when she comes again, softer this time, quieter.
I give a quick kiss to the sensitive bud when the last of her orgasm shakes her body and look up at her, “Bedroom, Olivia. Now.”
“I don’t know if I can walk,” Her voice shakes, lids hooded with satisfaction.
Not waiting a minute, I stand, hauling her up with me. Her legs wrap around my waist, arms looping around my neck. There’s a lot to unpack in the way she is looking down at me, in the way her eyes are soft and relaxed, open to show me every raw and gritty feeling.
I know mine are a mirror.
I carry her through the house, her body locked to mine, taking the stairs slowly until I reach our bedroom. I lower us both to the bed, lining up my body with hers just so I can kiss her. I cradle her face in my hands as I do, melting against her and the feel of her on my body.
“Kai,” She breathes my name, her emotion so open, so clear…
I feel it too. Feel the intensity of our connection, know the words in my bones before she ever has a chance to say them.
“I know,” I whisper, kissing her softly, “I know, Olivia.”
Her eyes bounce between mine before I lift off her and begin to strip her down for me, removing the barriers between our bodies and when she is finally bare for me, I strip off myself, leaving us both in just skin. Hands touch and lips taste, a frenzy of the two of us needing it, needing each other until the head of my cock punches at the entrance of her.
I capture the gasp she breathes, sucking it in like it’s the oxygen that fills my lungs.
“I –” she breathes into my mouth.
But as much as I crave to hear it from her lips, want to hear the words from someone when no one has ever said it to me, I can’t hear it yet. It’ll end me. Weaken me.
So instead of letting her finish the three words, I crash my mouth to hers, stealing it. I suck it in, consume it instead, pour my own confession back.
I am in love with my wife.
And it might just be the very thing that kills me.
I glide my cock into her, the thrust smooth and slow, feeling every inch as I fill her up, her body stretching to accommodate mine. Her nails score my back, her head tipping as if what I am doing to her is pure ecstasy. I pull almost all the way out before I thrust back in, quickening the pace a little more with each pump of my hips.
She makes me want to lose control, like with her, there are no strings to hold me back.
“Olivia,” I growl her name, “Eyes on me, kitten. Watch me while I fuck you.”
Dark lashes flutter open and I adjust, pushing up a little so I can see between our bodies. A fine sheen of sweat lines her skin.
“Arms up,” I order. Her limbs shake as she obeys, placing both hands above her head where I can grab them with one of mine. I let my other fall to the dip of her waist, painting the image inside my brain so I can always remember how she looks when she is in my hands. This perfect woman. My perfect wife.
Her thighs widen a little as I thrust harder, my teeth grinding as pleasure shoots throughout my entire body. My cock is soaked with her, her arousal coating her inner thighs, a small little wet patch marking the sheets.
“Kai,” She breathes, “I’m going to come.”
“Then come, kitten,” I grind out, “Come all over my fucking cock, Olivia.”
Her brows twitch down, eyes rolling back as her body shivers beneath me, so I move faster, harder, fucking her so damn thoroughly, her body shifts up the mattress.
“Yes!” She hisses. “Like that!”
I chuckle, keeping that rough, brutal pace, our bodies slapping together, her pussy fucking weeping for me.
“Come for me,” I order when I feel her start to pulse around my shaft but it’s my words that fully tilt her off the edge. She cries out when her orgasm grips her fully, the walls of her cunt fluttering chaotically around me.
“Fuuckkkk,” I groan, “You feel so damn good, Olivia, you know that?” My words are strangled, rough, “You’re made for me. You drive me fucking wild.”
Her body relaxes as the last of her orgasm leaves her but fuck if I’m done. Letting go of her hands, I pull out of her abruptly, and then my hand is right there, fingers thrusting back inside. She cries, body bowing up from the mattress as my fingers thrust and my thumb circles her clit.
“Stop, stop,” She writhes on a moan, “Too much.”
“Not enough,” I groan, reveling in how wet she is for me. Drenched and dripping, soaking the bed sheets, coating my hand.
She lets out a deep moan as I continue, paying more attention to that bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit.
“Look how pretty you are, Olivia. I need more from you.”
“I don’t think I can,” she breathes, her eyes opening and finding mine. They’re glassy, like she’s on the verge of tears.
“You can and you will.” I demand. “Give me more, Olivia.”
She whimpers as I keep with the stimulation, thrusting into her with my fingers at the same time, forcing what I want from her.
“Malakai,” she cries before she detonates again for me, the scream ripping from her throat.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise and while she’s still pulsing, her cunt dripping for me, I grab her hips, spin her on the bed and lay myself over the length of her, straddling the backs of her thighs as I guide the head of my cock back inside of her.
Her moans are like music to my ears. I hold her down, hands against her back as I thrust into her. Hard, brutal fucking, my fingers leaving marks, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm.
Her nails claw at the sheets as I fuck her into the mattress, seeking my own pleasure. I watch myself as I disappear into her body, loving the way I fit against her and a zap of pleasure shoots down my spine.
“Fuck,” I groan, keeping the pace until my balls draw up tight, my cock jerking inside of her. My chin dips, my body trembling as my climax barrels through me and I empty myself into her, fucking her through it, wanting to feel every second of this.
Spent and dripping sweat, I pull from her body, letting my hands glide down, following the curve of her ass until her cheeks are in my palms. I spread her, my thumb swiping through the wetness between her legs as I watch my come leak from her body.
“I need more, Olivia.” I warn. “Always more.”