Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Jules
B eing alone with my husband, just the two of us, is exactly what we needed. I strip off my dress and hang it up. I don’t wear dresses very often, but tonight was special, which is why I’m wearing a revealing black lace bra, G-string panties and thigh-high sheer stockings. It’s time to end the drought.
I pinch the fat on my stomach. There’s at least one new spare tyre since we were last intimate, maybe more. What if Mick doesn’t like what he sees? Uncertainty has me slipping my satin dressing gown on.
Mick does a double take when he walks into our bedroom. My robe is loosely tied, granting him a sneak peek of what’s beneath. His Adam’s apple works overtime as if he’s desperately trying to clear space to breathe. “Stunning.”
Goosebumps pepper my skin at the intensity of his gaze. I crook my finger.
Mick flips the lock on the door, toes off his shoes and shuffles towards me with a spellbound expression on his face. When he’s within reach, he taps the opening of my robe. “Why are you wearing this?”
I shrug, attempting to appear nonchalant .
He tilts his head, those delicious brown eyes drawing me in. “Jules?”
“I’m nervous.”
He lowers his hand and rests his forehead against mine. “Me too.”
His admission calms my uneasiness. And that single point of contact makes me acutely aware of the spicy scent of his aftershave and the latent power of his body.
He pulls back. “Let me see you. Please.”
The hunger in his face is my undoing. Since when have I ever been a shrinking flower in the bedroom? This isn’t me. I shrug the gown from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor.
Mick scrubs his jaw, a tortured groan spilling from his lips. “You’ll be the death of me, Jules.”
“I’m not too fat?” I could kick myself for lacking confidence.
Mick shakes his head. “You’re perfect.” He flicks the catch on my bra and plumps my breasts. Then traces the tips with his thumbs. It’s agonising torture watching his firm fingers work my body. My knees buckle as he sucks one nipple into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirls around the tightening bud, and pressure builds between my legs. I can’t believe it’s been four months since we had sex. How did I survive this long without his touch?
He releases the nipple with a pop. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
While Riley’s likely to sleep through a hurricane, we don’t want to risk her waking up.
Mick lavishes his attention on the other breast while one palm slides down my hip. When he goes no further, I give him a nudge and guide him between my legs. He dips a finger beneath my underwear and grazes my clit. I buck into his hand and shove my face against his chest.
I hook my fingers in his waistband. “You’re wearing too many clothes. ”
His hips jerk, and I palm the bulge in his trousers.
“That’s easily fixed.” Mick undoes the buttons on his shirt and rips it free. Then makes quick work of his belt.
I flick the trouser button open, slide the zipper down and drop to my knees. The musky scent of man sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I nuzzle his underwear. The heat emanating from him is like a searing brand to my lips. One I’ve gone too long without.
Mick grips my upper arms. “If you keep doing that, it’ll be over before we even start.”
He’s right. As tempting as it is to pull him out and suck him dry, I want him inside me. Doesn’t mean I won’t tease. I slide his jocks down and mouth the end of his dick. It’s already moist with precum, and Mick fists my hair, sending a tingle across my scalp and to my core. He lifts my head away and shucks his underwear and trousers in one go. His shirt follows, and he stands before me, naked. Except for the ink on his arm that seems to have a life of its own under the soft lighting and … My gaze lowers to his feet. Are they Superman socks?
His cheeks turn a cute shade of red. “They’re for luck.” He bends and slips them off and then hovers over me in all his glory.
I push off my knees and rest a hand on my hip. “So, you thought you’d get lucky tonight?”
His gaze sweeps over me. “I’d never assume. But I hoped.”
I press against him, chest to aching breasts, erection to eager pussy. “I’ve missed this.” Missed the tenderness. The connection.
His lips tickle mine. “Me, too.”
He kisses me like he’s got all the time in the world, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Then kneads my bare arse while my hands run up and down the strong planes of his back. Fire burns low in my tummy .
My legs are liquid when we come up for air.
Mick herds me towards the bed until the backs of my knees touch and I drop onto the mattress. I let my thighs fall out and place one stiletto on the bed, giving him a glimpse of my soaked underwear.
He rewards me by gliding a finger along the seam of my panties, grazing my clit. “You’ll have to be quiet.”
I widen my legs further. A tingle of excitement runs through me at the dark promise in his voice. “You might need to gag me.”
He shudders. “Don’t tempt me.”
I dip my fingers beneath the lace of my panties. “I can’t be trusted.”
He drops to his knees between my thighs. “I think you can. You know how thin the walls are.”
Frustration curls low in my belly. There was a time when I wouldn’t have had to ask. He’d have gagged me. Tied me up. Spanked me. I guess I’m expecting too much, too soon.
Mick’s hot breath fans my pussy, melting away the disappointment. Now my thoughts are consumed with shedding the flimsy material that separates my core from his mouth. His hands spread my legs further apart, and his tongue teases me with soft licks over the fabric of my underwear. He’s killing me with gentleness.
“God, you smell good.” He peels the panties off inch by inch, leaving me in thigh-high stockings and red stilettos. “You’re a wet dream come to life.”
And he’s the one making it a reality.
Mick glides his hands up my stocking-clad legs and rests them on my hips. He traces the outline of my pussy with his thumb, then licks along the seam, his tongue grazing my throbbing clit. “I especially love how bare you are here.” He turns around so that he’s still facing my core while his dick and balls hang in front of my face. I cup the swollen sacks and rub my palm up his shaft. It’s steaming hot. Pulsing with a life of its own.
“Fuck,” Mick grunts as my lips close over the end of him. He returns the favour by pressing a kiss to the top of my mound, then diving into my pussy with zero warning. His tongue is demanding, alternately stroking my clit and fucking my entrance. My hips buck and a low moan slips from my mouth before I gag myself on his huge erection.
It’s difficult to concentrate when sparks are zipping around my private bits, but I manage a steady sucking rhythm. Mick’s dick swells, and even though it means he was serious when he said he wouldn’t last long, I can’t help but be pleased that he’s coming undone so quickly. Although, I’m already ahead of him, tiny spasms of pleasure pulsing through me.
Pulling away, Mick scrambles to the end of the bed. His mouth is shiny with my juices. “I was about to come.”
“I know.” And he tasted like heaven.
He crawls up my body. “Remember, you need to stay quiet.”
I dig my heels into his arse. “And I told you, I can’t promise that.” I glance at the bedside table, the one with the locked drawer and our intimate toys.
Mick follows my gaze, but instead of complying with my silent request, he peppers my breasts with kisses and tiny bites, flirting with that delicious line between pleasure and pain. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer, clamping my mouth shut to stop from crying out.
“Please don’t make me beg,” I pant.
He shakes his head. “Next time.”
A shiver runs down my spine, a warning that something important is missing. But it’s smothered by the sense of rightness rippling through my body as Mick settles between my legs. Where he belongs. He pushes into me in one smooth motion, dragging me out of my head and into the delicious fullness of our joining. When he’s fully seated, he kisses my mouth, my eyelids, my forehead. Then I’m lost to pleasure as he slides in and out with slow, measured strokes.
The friction scrapes over my sensitive clit and warmth spreads through my arms and legs. Mick sucks on my nipples while I massage his back muscles, urging him on. Not that he needs any encouragement. He picks up his pace, and soon it’s a race to the finish line that neither of us can lose. White lights dance behind my eyes and a muffled scream tears from my throat. Mick comes with a muted grunt.
We lay panting for a few minutes, Mick sprawled across my body, keeping his weight from crushing me. He kisses each eye, the tip of my nose, and then my lips. It’s excruciatingly tender. A promise. The same kiss he gave me when we made our vows at the altar. A kiss that means forever.
I hug him close, unwilling to release my hold on him. His cum slides down my inner thighs—a reminder of our lovemaking. Of our unity. And yet contentment eludes me. We may have shared our bodies and hearts tonight, but we still have a way to go before trust is restored.