“Then turn around, grab the back sofa cushions.”
He positions himself behind me, his knees pushing my legs farther apart. My eyes slip closed at how delicious it all feels. His heat, his domination. My heart is a runaway train on a track with a broken rail, sure to crash. But I don’t hit the brakes.
Cormac’s fingers thread into my braid. With each loosened strand in my face, each wave against my shoulder, wisps land on my back, I’m unraveled and unfurled. No man has ever touched my hair this way. It’s sensual and erotic at the same time. Each layer freed from the twist is meticulous and a metaphor for how my husband is unwrapping me.
Finally.
But I’m dying for him to just take me. God, I’m soimpatient.
Delaying further, he presses his nose on my neck, holding a mess of curls in his fist. “Christ, how you smell.” He inhales me deeply.
I stifle a moan, but he hears it.
“No. Don’t hold back. Not anymore. We’re past that. I’m your husband. I get to hear what I do to you.”
“Yes, husband,” I say with a satisfied sigh.
“Good wife.” He grips the edge of my shirt and lifts it over my head with such painstaking slowness.
My nerves have thinned out. “Take me, Cormac. Take all of me.”
He undresses me until I’m completely bare to him.
“I just can’t take looking at you like this anymore. Naked, wanting me. I don’t deserve you. But I can’t resist you.” His featherlight touch trails up my thighs from behind my knees.
I whimper from the frustration, the tease. “Please…”
“I can feel the heat from your pussy each time we get close.” He breathes against my skin, setting off a bomb in my chest. “Are you wet and slick for me? Should I make you keep begging for it?”
“Whatever it’ll take to get you inside me,” I groan to him.
“You are in so much trouble.” With large hands gripping my hips, he raises my ass higher in the air.
My thighs press together, my clit needing friction. “Please, please just fuck me.”
“I have to lick you first. Make you come in my mouth.” Cormac smacks my ass. “Show me your cunt.”
I spread my legs. “Like this?”
“This is killing me,” he whispers in my ear. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
All I see these days are a few extra pounds and tired eyes, but I love the way he sees me. The way he wants me.
“You are one naughty student. Look what you made me do?” He runs a finger along the seam of my pussy from behind. “So fucking wet.”
It’s embarrassing, I can feel myself dripping down the inside of my thighs as I writhe against his hand.
“You want my dick inside you?” he says, low and controlled.
“Yes, damn it!”
“Christ, wife. You’re going to be the death of me.”
Every nerve ending snaps to attention when Cormac’s wet, warm lips kiss down my back. I squirm with anticipation as he takes small nibbles on my skin. I jump, feeling a finger dead center on my clit.
“So fucking swollen,” he mutters into the back of my hair.
“Cormac, please. I need you inside me.” I look back. “I will start humping a pillow.”