Chapter 51 #3
But my Kylie was returning a little more each day; the spunk and the banked fire were coming back, replacing the terror and the pain that had been there when she came home.
“Travis.” Kylie bit my lower lip. “Fuck me. Now.”
The demand in her tone surprised me.
Figuring I’d better get with the program, I released my hold on her. “Take off your sweater.”
Her eyes glittered with the heat I remembered. She stepped back, then reached for the hem. She didn’t hesitate, lifting it up and over her head. I reached out a hand, taking it from her and setting it on the edge of the desk.
I admired her, ensuring she saw the heat in my gaze.
My wife had a way to go before she was back to the weight she’d been when she was taken, a healthy weight.
But little by little, she was regaining her strength, and I was so fucking proud of her.
She’d come so far in a short time, dealing with the aftermath of a nightmare no one should have to endure.
“You’re gonna give me a complex,” Kylie whispered.
“I can’t help myself,” I admitted. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” I sensed she wanted to argue, so I cut her off at the pass. “Now the leggings.”
Her blue eyes glittered and for the first time, I saw my Kylie. The woman I’d married, the one who’d given us five babies. The sexy, sassy woman who had burrowed so deeply in my heart that losing her had devastated me. But here she was, hot-blooded and so fucking beautiful.
She toed off her shoes, then peeled the leggings down, kicking them away.
And then there she was, clad only in her panties and bra.
She was so. Fucking. Beautiful.
Standing tall, I held out my hand to her. When she placed her palm in mine, I pulled her toward me, pivoting so that her butt was against the desk. I lifted her off her feet, setting her on the sleek wood surface.
I realized I was hesitant. I didn’t want to hurt her.
My need for her hadn’t diminished an ounce since before everything went down.
I still wanted her with a passion that rivaled all, but I knew myself.
Knew what happened when I gave in to it.
Kylie had always been able to handle everything I gave her, but that was before.
“Travis?”
I met her gaze.
Kylie spread her legs, tugging me forward.
One step closed the distance between us.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna go down the hall and find Gage.”
That pulled a smile from me. “Is that a threat?”
Her heels pressed against the backs of my legs, holding me in place. “It’s a promise.”
“Well, how could I possibly deny you?”
“You can’t.”
Giving in, I grabbed for her, pulling her flush against me as I crushed my mouth to hers. From that point, sensation was the driving factor. Her hands on my skin, her tongue dancing against mine … I wanted to feel her everywhere.
Her mouth moved on mine in a sensual dance that grew more urgent. When she began tugging at my belt, then the button on my slacks, I knew foreplay was not on the menu.
There would be time for that later. At home. Tonight, perhaps.
When Kylie’s cool fingers curled around my cock, all thoughts of home and later and foreplay disappeared, replaced with a hunger so potent, I had no choice but to sate it.
“I hope you don’t like these,” I warned a second before I ripped her panties from her body. A second after that, my cock was sliding into the slick heat of her pussy. “Fuck, baby.”
“God, yes,” Kylie cried out, her arms looping around my neck, her nose pressed against my skin.
With my cock lodged to the hilt, I slid my hands under her butt, lifting her off the desk. The short distance to the wall felt like a mile, but then there I was, pressing her back to it for leverage before I began fucking her. Hard.
“You feel so damn good,” I groaned, nipping at her jaw as my cock tunneled deep.
“Please, Travis…”
“Tell me, baby. What do you need?”
“You.”
I gave her what she wanted. All of me. When my thighs burned, I carried her over to the leather sofa and sat down, keeping my cock lodged inside her, not wanting to lose the glorious sensation of her impaled on me.
She took over from there, fucking me how she needed, lifting and lowering, bringing us both closer to the edge.
But it wasn’t enough. I could see the frustration etched in the lines of her mouth.
Taking over once more, I pulled her off me, shifting her over as I got to my feet. “Grab onto the armrest.”
Kylie got on her knees, turning so she could place her hands on the armrest. When she was in position, I planted one knee on the cushion behind her, my other foot flat on the floor for leverage, then lined up once more and drove myself home.
“Travis.”
Oh, yeah. I knew exactly what she was feeling. It was pure insanity draped in a shroud of complete and utter bliss.
Kylie moaned. “Fuck me hard, Travis. I need you … to … fuck … me.”
I slammed my hips forward repeatedly. Over and over, my grip on her hips tightened as I held her still so I could drive in deep.
“Yes!”
I did it again.
Kylie cried out, that single sound unleashing the beast in me. I began fucking her in earnest, discarding the fear of causing her pain, allowing her to guide me with her pleas and groans.
“Yes … God, yes … Travis … It feels … so good.”
I growled, unable to speak as the tension in my body ratcheted up to dangerous levels. I was going to come but not before she did. I hoped.
My hips pistoned, my cock ramming in deep as Kylie pushed back, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Travis … yes. Yes, yes! I’m comin’!”
Her pussy locked down on my dick, causing me to clamp my molars together as I drove into her one last time, the release consuming my entire body. I shook and shivered as I came, her name tumbling from my lips.