Chapter 3
Chapter Three
The moment I lock the door, my hand is around her throat tugging her to me. My mouth crushes hers, devouring her lime and tequila taste. Our tongues chase each other in a sensual, all-consuming kiss.
My fingers release her taunting curls, tangling themselves in her long, curly tresses as I back her into the wall.
Her cold digits tug at my shirt, pleading to touch my skin.
I free her throat and reach behind me, yanking it over my head.
My lips find the curve of her neck, just over her racing pulse.
At the same time, her hands roam my torso making me shiver with every touch, until they dip into the waistband of my dirt-covered jeans.
“You need a shower,” she comments. Yet, the acknowledgment doesn’t deter her from unbuckling my belt.
“We can take one together, later.” I reply as I search for her mouth. Our teeth clashing goes unnoticed in our turbulent plunge into our hot and heady desire.
Lazily, my thumb rubs circles over her thighs where the slightly tight seam of her shorts meet the softness of her skin. I lift her up, her superbly thick thighs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the counter. Bunching her shorts and panties together, I haul them off and I drop to my knees.
“This is all I thought about this week,” I say, my mouth hovering over her perfectly wet pussy. Her legs find their home over my shoulders as she leans back on an elbow.
“Me too,” she breathes. Her fingers fist into my hair, keeping me between her thighs with little effort.
One long stroke of my tongue over her entrance and she’s squirming before my tongue flicks her clit.
Her head falls back with a loud groan, and I lose myself in her warmth.
Swirling and flicking my tongue, increasing my speed with each encouraging moan.
The moment she bucks, I splay my hand open and pin her down.
I thrust my free fingers into her core pushing her further and further to her release.
She comes with a keen whine and… damn if it isn’t my favorite sound.
The organ inside my chest beats me into a frenzy as I pull my soaked fingers out of her.
I glide them down to her tight hole, teasing her; priming her for what I want to do to her.
“Fuck, your husband is a lucky man, Onyx.” I growl, slipping my fingers back into her slickness. I suck on her clit again, my teeth toying with the bundle of nerves making her groan in gratification. “The sounds you make. Your taste. Think he’ll be jealous that I get this side of you and not him?”
“I don’t-” she swears, unable to finish her thought. I curl my fingers inside her before withdrawing them and replacing them with my tongue. “He… he-” I don’t let her finish her thought as I press a finger into her tighter hole as I fuck her with my tongue.
When I pull back and stand, her legs reluctantly fall on either side of me.
“I wanna taste.” Her tongue shoots out and licks the seam of lip then her lips crash into mine.
She tastes better this way. Significantly better.
The hunger in her kiss fogs my brain and for a second I allow myself to be consumed by it.
I grind into her, seeking more, reminding her... us… we are in the middle of something.
“Fuck. I might be jealous of him,” I huff, reluctantly pulling away from whatever spell her kiss has pulled me under.
“Don’t be. He doesn’t deserve this side of me,” she quips. “He doesn’t like my kinks.”
“Lucky for me, I do.” I rasp, loving how into this she is. “Turn around and bend over.” She does it without question.
I squat down and my mouth is back on her, making her come on my tongue again and drifting it up her ass, giving it extra attention.
I kiss my way up her spine to her shoulder, where a watercolor horse tattoo decorates her skin.
Tugging my cock out of my pants and wrapping her curly hair around my palm, I drag her back until her ear is at my lip.
I whisper, “Tell me, T-” I bite my tongue at the near slip. “Onyx. How do you want it?”
“I don’t fucking care. You never have to ask me what I want or how I want it. Whatever you want, baby, I want.” Her voice nearly a whine as she begs me to fuck her.
“Fuck, Tori. You know how to fuckin’ break me.” I drop the pretense. Her words, her body… all of it, mine… and she loves to remind me. Loves to make me break character.
She-fucking-giggles. “I win,” she preens. “But you can continue pretending I’m Onyx all night long baby.” I teasingly press myself against her ass. “Just fuck me, Aaron,” she gasps. “Or do you want me to still call you Knox?”
I rail into her cunt, not giving her an answer as her eyes find mine in the mirror. “It’s Knox.” I kiss her left shoulder, right over her beautiful colorful horse tattoo.
“Fuck me, Knox.” She moans and I bury myself into her again and again- “Knox!”-and again.
“Oh, I am, baby,” I pant. I push her forward and she twerks her ass as I roughly drag my fingertips down her back.
The sight of her like this, so perfect, so in sync with my movements is why I love this woman so damn much.
She takes everything I give and continues to beg for more… and I’m so willing to give it to her.
I gather all my saliva and spit on her ass. My fingers massage it into her, pushing in, filling both of her holes. A blissful mewl from her lips like a raspy song, is my reward.
“What would your husband say if I fuck you in your ass?”
“He’ll call me a good girl.” She lifts herself up, forcing me out of her and giving me a small shake of her hips until my length is lined exactly where she wants it.
“Good girl.” Slips from my lips and slowly I slide into her tightness.
“Oh God, I needed you.”
“I’m not God, Tori.” I wrap my hand around her neck and tug her into my chest. My free hand dips into her bra and squeezes her full breast as I push deeper into her. “I’m your husband,” I growl at her ear.
“You’re the love of my life.” She corrects me with a breathy cry.
The hand at her throat skims down her body, as I admire her motherly, curvy, figure; proud of the stretch marks left behind by our children, thrilled by the ring on her finger that matches my own.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I love you.” My fingers slip into her folds, rubbing her clit as I burrow deeper and deeper into her.
“Tell me how it feels to have me in your ass?”
My thrusts come faster, harder, edging me closer to the precipice. The grinding of my teeth becomes skull numbing as I hold on as long as I can, begging her to answer… because I don’t want it to end, not until she’s ready. “Tori?” I ground out.
She whimpers as she pushes into my pelves wanting me to fuck her harder. “It’s like my heart stops and jolts back to life.” She lets out her own growl as she leans forward from grasp and meets every one of my thrusts.
“Fuck baby. You feel so good, so fucking tight.” I keep plunging into her, her fingers at her clit taking over for mine. “So, fucking deep.”
“It’s like every breath burns my body inside out.” Her breaths come out short and raspy. My own breaths are sharp as I lose control. She bends over and I can barely hold on. “I’m on fucking fire baby. Oh god, I want you back in my pussy. I want you to come inside me.”
“Tori, fuck yes!” I breathe, doing exactly as she begs… and DAMN she’s squeezing… hard. “I love you.” The tightening in my balls ready to combust.
She leans back, angling her head to kiss my lips. I grab her chin, holding her there for a moment longer. “I love you too,” she moans… and I meet my undoing. I come. She comes. And it’s gloriously idyllic.
She falls forward and I tumble along until my forehead lands between her shoulder blades. “I missed you,” I wheeze, trying to catch my breath.
“I missed you,” she whines. “Welcome home, baby.”
We wash up and dress, then I lean back onto the counter and wait. I watch Tori fix her hair back into a bun, the sight of her doing even the simplest of things, always astounds me. She damn near leaves me breathless anytime I take a moment to admire her.
“What?” she questions me with her hair tie between her teeth.
“Nothing. I just love looking at you.” I smile, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re beautiful to look at.”
“I think you have that backwards. You can literally wash your face, put on a shirt and jeans and look devastating. Me on the other hand.” She drops her arms after securing her hair. “It takes a lot of work.”
I pull her into my arms until her back hits my chest and kiss her just under her ear. “I do appreciate all the effort you put into making yourself even more beautiful. It hurts. I couldn’t wait to take you home, tie you to our bed, and fuck you all night,” I whisper.
“You could still do that, you know,” she grins a sexy grin. She turns, slinks her arms around my neck.
“Oh, I will.” I smile back and meet her soft lips. This kiss is not as hungry as before. It’s soft and comforting.
“After you shower. You smell of gas, leather, and outside. And sweat.” She attempts to pull away, but I won’t let her. I tighten my hold on her, rubbing my sweaty hair onto her cheek and down to her chest making her squeal.
“That didn’t stop you from letting me fuck you.” I stand straight and release her.
“That was Onyx. I’m Tori now… and I say you need to shower first.” She jabs her finger into my chest.