Chapter 20 #2
And then she’s bared to me, chemise falling to join her dress.
“Jesus and all the angels,” I swear softly.
My shaft lurches at the exquisite sight before me, from the rounded slope of her heavy breasts with dark brown tips to the hand shielding the treasure between her thighs.
I’ve seen all of her before, of course. But not like this.
Not with her lips so full and parted and her toes curled into the wooden floor as she sways with a bit of unsteadiness.
Not with her wanting to give herself completely to me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. So mine.”
I don’t give either of us time to think too much as I shed the remainder of my clothes. Freed from its cotton twill prison, my cock bobs heavily in the empty air and points like a damn arrow toward Mara’s quim.
It knows where it wants to be.
She moves into my arms, fitting her mouth to mine again, and in the next moment, we’re a tangled mess of limbs on the bed. I dare to give her more of my weight. Muscled hardness against soft woman, skin to skin. Christ, how I want to bury myself inside of her. But not yet.
“Talk to me, wife.” I nuzzle into her neck that she arches so prettily for me. “How do you feel right now?”
Her mouth brushes against my ear, her breaths coming quick and hot. “Shy. And a little scared.”
The passion of the moment cools, and I pull back to see the slight trace of worry she can’t hide. “Shyness, we can work with. But the other…is it me you’re scared of?”
“No, I know you’d never hurt me.” Mara’s dark hair hides her face as she turns from me, so I gently tuck it behind her ear and kiss the apple of her cheek. “It’s just that I can’t help remembering…the past. And I’m scared I’ll forget it’s you even though I want you so much it hurts.”
My aching heart cracks a little. I don’t expect her to miraculously forget what’s happened to her, but I hate for her sake that it might haunt her even in this sacred moment between us.
“Is it because I’m on top of you? I can move.
We can do something different.” I lean back, but she throws her arms around me.
“No. Stay like this. I…” Her lashes drop for a few seconds, then lift again. “I like you over me and pressing me down. It’s like you’re a…a blanket. Heavy and comforting and safe.”
“A blanket,” I muse as I ease onto her again.
“Mhmm, I like that idea a lot. I’ll be your blanket, wife.
Wrap you up all nice and tight with my body and hold you close.
” And that’s what I do. Arms and legs caging hers so she’s held captive, movement limited even further when I slide my hand beneath her head.
It’s a double edged sword, of course, being wrapped around her in a bear hug, because now the slightest tilt of my hips has me gliding over her core.
“Just like this so you know it’s your husband keeping you safe. ”
Mara shudders beneath me, but I know it’s from pleasure when a ragged sigh slips from her. “You feel…so good around me. Holding me.”
“So do you.” Stole the words right from my mouth, she did, so I steal them back with a slow kiss as I hold her tight and grind against her.
With her legs closed, I can’t gauge how wet she is yet.
We’ve got time, though. There’s so much I want to do for her, for myself, but this is what feels right for this moment. What she needs. What we both need.
Fingers stroke across the small of my back, sending a cold shiver zinging down my spine and into my toes.
Then she adds her nails, and I’m almost done for.
I rasp her name, moving my hips harder against her, and she smiles against my lips before doing it again.
Torturous woman. My groan is muffled by her neck, and I ensnare her hands, pinning them to the bed.
Sharp alarm bursts through me the next moment when I realize what I did.
With her arms and legs trapped, at least her hands were free.
“Is this too much?” I scour her gaze for the truth.
“No,” she gasps. When her fingers interlock with mine, I relax. “Don’t treat me like I’m going to break. I want this, Warren. I want you.”
“I’ve never loved the sound of my name more than when it leaves these sweet lips of yours,” I murmur into her mouth. “Let’s see what else I can do to make you moan.”
Ignoring the demand of my cock to take, to claim, I ease down her body until I’m level with her breasts.
Mara’s back bows as I draw a nipple into my mouth and lightly suck.
A surprisingly powerful stream of milk shoots into the back of my throat, and I drink it down before moving to the other.
Not too much, but enough to sate my incessant curiosity.
Mildly warm with an oddly sweet note, just like the first time I’d tasted her.
I come off one leaking breast with a pop before my head lowers again. “Delicious.”
Mara writhes beneath me, fingers strangling mine as if I’m her only anchor to this world. “You shouldn’t”—gasp—“do that.”
“Why not?” I lick a circle around one dark tip and do it again. She’s so damn responsive beneath my tongue. “This is what I’ve wanted ever since I got the smallest taste on our first night together. I feed you from my hands, you let me drink from your body. I’d say that’s a damn fair trade.”
“You can’t take too much or there won’t be any left.” She arches up, a silent plea to continue that contradicts her words.
I pause. Maybe she’s right. But then again…
“Seen lots of mommas and baby animals on the farm growing up. As long as there’s a demand for it, the momma’s body supplies it.
And wife, I can tell you right now that I’m going to demand more from you now that I’ve had a taste.
Consider yourself forewarned, Mrs. Shay. ”
I tease each breast once more for good measure, and whatever protest she’s thinking of fades when my tongue draws a line from the center of her chest to her belly button.
Every time I inch further down, my cock drags the valley of her legs, and it’s the most pleasurable torment known to man.
Would she think me an animal if I rutted her like this, with her legs pushed together? I save it as an idea for another time.
“What are you doing?” Her stomach jumps beneath my lips as I pay homage to the place that housed our daughter.
“You should know by now, wife.” The thickness between my thighs is about ready to explode, but I manage to lift one eyebrow in amusement. “I’m feeling a bit thirsty.”