Chapter 42 #2
“I need to taste you,” he said in a guttural voice, his strong hands tearing at my—his—T-shirt. It had become a habit to wear his clothes to bed.
I watched him through heavy eyelids, panting. My bra followed, and his eyes darkened into gray pools.
“Your tits, wife,” he said, standing up with me in his arms, and headed to the bed. “Your body. All mine.”
He lowered me to my feet, the backs of my knees hitting the frame. He stood there, all male strength, the reverence in his eyes searing into my soul.
The outline of his erection strained against his suit pants. I slid his dress shirt off, his magnificent abs on full display.
His eyes never wavered from me, burning with desire and igniting my own into a volcano.
In one sudden move, he ripped my panties.
“Bend over the bed,” he ordered.
Without hesitation, I did as he demanded, my breasts brushing the cool linen. Goose bumps erupted over my flesh and I turned my cheek to the left, watching him behind me. Dark hunger inflamed my senses and I pressed my palms flat, fisting the sheets as I waited.
My body ached with need as Aiden traced a single finger down my spine.
“Are you going to fuck me or just stare at my ass?” I taunted, feeling my arousal trickle down my inner thighs.
Smack.
My body jolted forward at the unexpected move.
“Don’t be saucy,” he chided.
I rolled my lips to keep from smirking and wiggled my ass.
Smack.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, clenching my legs together.
“Spread them,” he grunted.
And I did, putting my ass on full display as I held my breath in anticipation of what came next. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him kneel down.
“Jesus, Raven,” he muttered. “You bring me to my knees every fucking time.”
His gaze was fixated on my glistening sex, something about the position so erotic I feared I’d combust into flames.
The moment his hot tongue lapped at my center, an orgasm shattered through me.
“Oh… My… Ahhh, my God,” I breathed, bearing down on his tongue, riding the wave.
Then, Aiden stood up to his full height and drove two fingers between my folds, and I instantly convulsed around his fingers, needing more of him.
“My wife is so wet,” he murmured. “Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I panted. “God, Aiden… Please fuck me.”
He removed his fingers from my pussy and traced backward, stopping over the forbidden hole. I shifted away, but he quickly reprimanded me with a sharp smack.
“Don’t move.”
I instantly stilled and his finger started massaging my wetness into the soft skin of my back entrance. His finger slid into me and a shiver ran through my body. I pulled away again.
Smack.
My ass cheek burned, but he soothed it in the next breath, rubbing his palm over the sting.
He slid his finger into my back entrance again. His finger was too big, but it felt so damn incredible.
Smack.
“Fuck, Aiden,” I cried out. Smack. “Just fuck me already. I can’t wait anymore.”
He chuckled darkly, his finger sliding deeper, and my body responded in kind, opening for him further. I looked over my shoulder, my husband’s hard body poised behind me.
He was still dressed for Christ’s sake, and I was panting here, grinding my ass onto his finger.
“You like my finger in your ass,” he crooned. “Sweet lovemaking doesn’t do it for you, wife.”
“Your dick does, so, please… Give it to me,” I panted, shudders dancing down my spine.
He grabbed my hair and tugged my head backward so he could lock eyes with me. My scalp protested in pain, but my body didn’t care. It was eager to obey.
His big body covered mine and he craned my neck back even more, pressing a hard kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“Was that an order?” he asked.
I shook my head and rasped, “No.”
He let go of my hair and reached around my body to circle my clit. “Too bad.”
He slid two fingers into my core, delving into my wetness and then spreading it down and up my entrance while his finger resumed working in and out of my dark hole.
“Ahhhh…” I moaned.
“I want your every heartbeat, every breath, because fuck if I am going at it alone, wife.”
I had no idea what he was saying, lost to his dominance.
The sound of a zipper cut through and made me pause, my breath hitching.
“Aiden,” I begged, unable to control this hunger. “I need you. Please… Fuck… Me…”
He drove his cock deep inside of me, and the throbbing ache instantly intensified.
Hard and ruthless, each thrust drove him to new lengths, hitting my G-spot.
“Yes… Yes…” I chanted.
There was nothing else in this moment, just us and this pleasure. His powerful thrusts jolted my body forward, the sheets rubbing against my sensitive nipples. Delirium swam through my brain, and I felt intoxicated.
“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. I turned my head and reached blindly. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and hungry as his body powered forward.
Pleasure built higher and higher. My stomach muscles coiled, my pussy clenched, and my orgasm shattered through me.
“Ohhh… Yes…” I screamed.
Aiden groaned long and deep into my ear, fucking me through my orgasm. I slumped forward, and his hips jerked as he spilled into me.
His arms supported the weight of him while he pressed against me, his forehead against my shoulder. Our breathing intermingled through the silence. His hot breath lanced my skin, branding me. The air around us smelled of sex and sweat, and our hearts beat as one.
“Mine. You are all mine, wife.”
“Yours,” I murmured, barely aware of strong hands cleaning me up before sleep pulled me under.