Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
Wes
Lottie drags her bottom lip between her teeth and shifts in her chair. I’ve been playing house with my wife long enough to know that’s a challenge, and one I eagerly accept.
She cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. “I think I should probably know what’s going to happen before I say yes.”
A muscle in my jaw tightens and my cock twitches in my pants.
The air between us is charged, the sexual tension so thick you can practically see it.
I stand and cross the distance separating us and lower myself on to the edge of her chair.
Her eyes are pinned on me, and she shifts in her seat like she’s trying to ease an ache.
I study her, rotating the platinum band on my finger, wondering how far I should let this go.
She shifts in her chair again. She’s needy and she wants me. Fuck, I want her too.
I shouldn’t be thinking the filthy things I’m thinking but fuck if that’s going to stop me.
I push to my feet and hold out my hand. “Where’s the fun in that?” I say watching her green eyes flick to my hand. “Get up, Peach.”
Her eyes flick back to my face as she slips her fingers into mine.
Tightening my grip, I pull her up so that she’s flush with my chest, close enough that I can see the gold flecks in her eyes.
Her hands curl into the front of my shirt and neither of us looks away.
Every ounce of restraint I’ve been clinging to is long fucking gone.
“Lottie, fuck the agreement.” Her breath catches but she doesn’t look away. “We’re going inside.”
A coy smile plays at her lips. My wife is such a tease and I love the way it feels.
“So, this is the part where you take your wife to bed?”
I huff out a laugh. “Getting impatient, my Peach?”
“That happened a long time ago.”
A dangerous amount of satisfaction ripples through me. Holding her hand, I lead her into the chalet, closing the sliding door behind us.
“This should be fun,” she says, excitement flickering in her eyes.
I shake my head. “You’re awfully eager.”
“Can you blame me? My husband is gorgeous and I haven’t touched him for weeks.”
Her honesty catches me off guard. The look she gives me is playful but completely unapologetic. Unable to resist, I smack her ass. “You’re trouble.”
She grins. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“You know,” I say, reaching for her hand. “I actually had some self-control before I married you.”
“And now?”
I stop at the foot of the plush king size bed, noting the anticipation in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the way her breathing has gone slightly uneven. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. “And now I can’t seem to stay away from you.”
“Prove it.”
I reach for her, sliding a hand to the back of her neck, claiming her mouth in a slow-burning, sensual kiss. She opens for me, deepening the kiss so my tongue can slide against hers.
I’m in trouble.
We both are.
I kiss her without hesitation, and she kisses me back exactly the same way.
I can’t get enough of her. I’m not sure I ever will.
Every kiss leaves me wanting another. Every touch only makes me crave more.
I could make-out with this woman all hours of the day—morning, noon and night—and still never get enough.
She breaks the kiss and looks up at me. “We agreed we wouldn’t do this.”
I kiss her forehead before sucking on her neck. “I changed my mind.”
A groan leaves her lips as my fingers tangle in her hair. I tilt her head back, exposing the smooth line of her neck and suck a path of wet kisses along her skin. She wants this as much as I do. “You’re okay with breaking the rules?”
“Wes, yes.”
I run my fingers under the swell of both of her breasts over the cotton of her T-shirt as her palm presses against my cock.
I’m careful to keep her shirt in place because I know it’s what she wants.
I don’t like it, but I understand it. Slowly, I slide my hands underneath the cotton, and when she doesn’t stop me, I cup her tits in my hands.
Fuck me, she isn’t wearing a bra. I squeeze them before pinching her nipples. She moans and cups me harder.
Jesus. I need to fuck her.
Every muscle in my body is taut with the need to be deep inside her. I pull down her shorts and push the fabric of her lace underwear to the side, and slip a finger through her slick folds. She whimpers, tipping her head back with a groan.
Fuck, she’s wet.
Remembering how good Lottie tastes, I remove my hand from between her thighs and close my lips around my wet fingers, sucking them clean. “Better than the sugar pastry.”
A shaky breath escapes her.
It’s not enough, I need more. “Hands and knees on the bed, Peach,” I say, before yanking my shirt over my head.
She glances over her shoulder with a teasing smile before she climbs onto the bed with her ass in the air.
I grab her hips in my hands then bend to push her thong to the side and run my tongue through her folds.
My rock-hard erection presses against the zipper of my jeans, my balls so heavy and full they’re begging for release.
I kneel on the floor, siding her thong down her legs as I spread her open. I drop a kiss to her bare center, then another and another. She moans, so I do it again, then I run my tongue through her wetness and suck on her swollen clit.
“Wes,” she murmurs, dropping to her forearms on the bed. “That feels so good.”
The view from where I am causes my cock to pulsate. I groan at the sight. Memories of the last time I had her in my bed crowd my mind.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” I say before unbuttoning my pants and unzipping my fly. Needing relief, I push my pants down over my hips and take myself in my hand as I swirl my tongue over her clit. Bright green eyes stare wide at me over her shoulder through long, dark lashes.
I make love to her pussy, drawing desperate, needy moans from her.
“I want to be so deep inside you, filling you up with my come,” I admit, pressing her open so I can circle the tight bundle of nerves with the edge of my tongue.
“I have never wanted anything more in my life.” I stand and drop my briefs to the floor so I can swipe the head of my cock through her folds.
“This is real, Lottie. You can’t fake this.
I’m so hard for you, I’m going to fucking combust.”
“Don’t say things you can’t take back,” she says.
“Since when do I ever talk for the sake of talking?” I ask, taking her by her hips to turn her around.
“I’m not pretending anymore, Lottie.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “It’s not this place, it’s not the honeymoon suite. No more excuses. I want to fuck you, not my fake wife.” I cup both sides of her face in my hands. “I want you…Lottie Hart.”
She stares back at me in shock, but then, with a breathtaking smile and fire burning in her eyes, her lips find mine.
She grips my hair, and I scoop her off the bed.
Her legs circle my waist and her arms snake around my neck.
I lower her back onto the mattress and her head falls against the pillows.
“You’re okay if this moves faster than I was hoping for?” I position my body between her legs and kiss her fiercely, sliding slowly inside her, my urgency shocking her.
She nods, biting her lip while she relaxes her muscles to take all of me.
“I want to make you come with my mouth, on my face, with my fingers, but right now, I need to feel your insides with my cock before I explode.”
“Jesus, Wes.” My name falls from her mouth as she looks down between us where the head of my cock is notched inside of her.
“You’ve taken me before, Peach, and you can take me again.” I give her another inch, taking in the slender curve of her hips, her toned legs and the soft skin of her stomach that I can just see below her shirt.
Her eyes squeeze shut. “I forgot how big you are.”
“You forgot?”
She reaches between us, guiding my cock into her entrance.
“I forced myself to forget, otherwise it would’ve been all I could think about.”
My cock pulses in adoration. I slide all the way in until I bottom out and stay there, giving her time to adjust to me before I pull out and slide back in.
She’s so wet and so tight and she’s squeezing my shaft like it’s a lifeline.
There is no way to describe this feeling.
It’s heady, addictive, primal, and each one of her needy moans is like gasoline on a fire.
Until I realize I’m not wearing protection.
“Shit, Lottie, I’m not wearing a condom.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
“And you’re sure you’re okay with this. I’m clean.”
“Yes, Wes.” Her hand slides to the back of my neck. “I’m okay. I know you would never hurt me.”
I search her face for another second, making sure, before I kiss her and begin to move again. I fuck her slowly at first, then harder, finding my pace. Christ. The relentless rhythm is enough to drive me out of my mind.
I’ve waited so long to feel this way, and I know it’s because it’s Lottie that I feel like this — like my heart is about to beat right out of my chest.
I look down at where I’m entering her and my eyes lock onto my cock snug inside her. “I fucking love the way we look together.”
“I love it too,” she murmurs through fluttering lashes.
“I like it when we can agree on something,” I say, working my length all the way in before pulling out to the tip. When I’m almost all the way out of her, I snap my hips forward again, stealing the air from our lungs.
“Again.” She widens her legs. “Again, Wes. Like that.”
Jesus. I love the feel of her.
I thrust hard into her, pushing my aching erection into her wetness over and over, fucking her without anything between us until she gasps from the force of my thrusts.
It does nothing to restore my self-control.
I’m already past the point of no return, craving her with a desperation I didn’t know I was capable of.
“I love the way you feel, Lottie. Come on, beautiful. Give me what you need. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Wes. Oh God, yes. Wes—”