Chapter 18
GAGE
Dinner is done. The girls are in bed, our families are winding down, and I’m finally walking upstairs to find Amelia.
It’s been almost nine hours since I’ve had her to myself and I’ve spent a lot of that time thinking about this moment.
About it being just us. Her under me. Around me.
Fucking me until she forgets her own name.
My obsession with my wife knows no bounds.
The first thing I see when I step into our bedroom is the mess she’s left behind.
Shoes kicked off mid-walk, abandoned in a trail toward the bathroom. Just like I’ve seen her do countless times. Makeup bags exploded across the bed. Clothes tossed over the armchair. Books stacked haphazardly on the floor.
Amelia’s beautiful disorder is all over this room. Her signature domestic hurricane. We’re opposites when it comes to tidiness, but none of that stops me from standing here, taking it all in, and thinking, fuck, she’s mine.
I begin undoing my shirt buttons as I walk into the bathroom. I hear the filthy audiobook she’s listening to through the ceiling speakers before I see her.
“He pressed her legs wider, watching her drip. ‘Look at this,’ he murmured before dragging his tongue slowly through her pussy. ‘This is how you say I love you.’”
My wife is in our bath. Naked. Listening to that.
Fuck.
Now I’m hard. Instantly.
I should’ve come up an hour ago. But I gave her digestion time. Like the considerate husband I am. Clearly, my reward is walking in on my wife getting turned on by another man’s voice.
Her leg is draped over the edge of the bath. Her tits are barely covered by the water. Her eyes are closed. And fuck me, she’s got a hand between her legs.
I move to the edge of the tub while thinking about murdering every man she’s ever imagined in her head.
She opens her eyes. Meets my stare. Doesn’t even blink. Because she knows exactly how I get when she listens to these books. And she wants the consequences.
I take off my shirt and sit on the stool I had custom-built for this bathroom, sized to fit my body, ready to give me a perfect view of her falling apart for me in water.
“I gave you time to recover from the carbs,” I say as I watch her slowly bring her hand up out of the water like she’s not fucking killing me. “Nearly two hours of it.”
A sexy smile takes its sweet time covering her face. “So thoughtful of you.”
My self-control stretches thin. Because fuck, she knows she owns me. Knows I’d crawl just to taste her. And I want to take that smile and kiss it off her face until she’s moaning my name.
“That voice,” I say, nodding toward the speaker as it spills more dirty dialogue into the room. “Does he say it better than me?”
Her lip catches between her teeth. She doesn’t answer. Just watches me while I brush my fingers down the inside of her thigh into the water, promising her with every inch of my body that I’m going to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
The audiobook keeps playing. “Get those fingers in that greedy cunt. Nice and deep. You know how filthy you look like this? Legs spread, pussy begging, dripping for nothing but cock. You don’t even need me to touch you, do you, baby?
You’ll come like the desperate little whore you are, just from the sound of my voice.
So do it. Make yourself come like you were made for it. ”
Fuck me.
Amelia plays these audiobooks through the speakers so I’ll hear them. She knows exactly what another man’s voice in her ear does to me. Because yeah, he might have got her there, but she’s mine, and I’ll be the one to finish it.
“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 knows exactly what 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 letting me decide 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 she moans 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, and fuck . . . what I see in her eyes hits me so hard I lose the rhythm of my own body.
My wife. Looking at me like I’m everything she’s ever wanted. Like she trusts me with everything she has. Her body, her heart, her whole damn life.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Princess?” I slow myself down. Fuck her deeper. Dragging it out. “You look at me like I hold your whole world in my hands, and I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you never stop.”
“I never will,” she breathes, arching her back and changing the angle.
Fuck. The change in depth. The way her pussy tightens around me. It’s like her body just locked me inside her and isn’t letting go.
“Amelia,” I growl as my thrusts grow faster. “Fuck.”
She clenches tighter around me and moans, and I fucking feel the way that sound vibrates down my spine and grips my control in a chokehold.
“Gage . . . fuck . . . I can’t . . .”
She’s breathless. Needy. Desperate for me. And I’m barely fucking holding on.
I need to come.
I need to fill her.
I need to mark this moment so deep in her body.
Amelia is already my wife, but this weekend is a reminder that I get to stay hers. That I get to wake up every day and earn this look—this love—again and again. That she’ll keep giving it to me.
She’ll keep choosing me.
And that does something to me that nothing else ever has.
I pound into her. Her body meets mine with everything she has, and when I reach around and find her clit, it doesn’t take long for her to come. Her moan is caught between a gasp and my name, and she falls apart around me.
She pulses. Clenches. Milks my cock for everything I have to give.