He growls a laugh, and it takes my breath away because I don’t hear him laugh that often. For some reason, he’s happy.
That makes me happy. For now his demons have left him. Left me with a man who needs attention and love.
“You need to practice patience, wife. I want to wipe the memory of the last two times we did this because that’s not what this is anymore. Strangers fucking, or me making you suck my cock as punishment.” His words shatter me.
“But Ilovesucking your cock,” I push him.
“Brat.” He smacks my ass again, as if an ounce of pain is what I need to remind me he’s in control. “Now turn around.”
When I twist to face him, his jaw ticks. I’m sitting here naked, legs spread, begging him to fuck me.
I bite my lip, wondering what he’ll do next. He surprises me by kissing my mouth. It’s hot and urgent andsweet. Kissing means affection. Does he actually feel something for me? Not just blind lust that’s had him in knots for months.
I kiss him back the same way, so he feels that slight bit of hope that I do. That we are good for each other, and we can make this work. He told me his biggest secret, and I’m still here.
“God, this mouth,” he says, licking my lips.
“Back at ya,” I whisper.
“I need to be somewhere else,” he says, getting on his knees. Cormac yanks open my legs, and my hips tilt up so my pussy is eatable. His hot breath fans out along my center. “You aremine, wife.”
“Use me like I’m a real wife,” I say on a ragged inhale.
“I’m going to use you until you can’t walk.” His tongue dips into my slit. “Christ, that tastes good.”
My hips jerk up to meet his mouth. Cormac growls and groans while sucking on my clit like he feels my pleasure.
Euphoria jolts through me, and my world narrows to only this man eating me out. A finger slides back into my heat, and it all turns molten. No one has ever turned me on like this. Teased me.
Having a husband do me like this, licking me and finger fucking me, has the room spinning behind him.
My skin is on fire, and a storm of pleasure wrecks me. My spine shivers, and I’m in a climax free fall, needing it, but wanting to extend the pleasure. More. More. More.
“Cormac,” I cry out on a broken moan. “I’m coming.”
My nails dig into his scalp, that blonde hair thick and silky. I turn my head, eyes closed as I buck and arch into his mouth. The dance of his tongue and my clit in messy convulsions feels like all the stars have aligned.
I open my eyes, shocked to see I’m dripping off his chin. “Did I do that?”
“You fucking squirted on me,” he says, licking his lips.
“I’m not a squirter.” I control my breath and slow my heart, so I don’t code out on the guy.
“You are with me.”
I stare at this man who came out of nowhere. Now look at us.
He kisses my inner thigh, or he’s wiping my juices there, I’m not sure. “Was that good, wife?”
“You know it was,” I scoff.
His fingers hold my thighs so gently. I see his hands for the healing tools they are. Life-saving. Life-changing. He changed my life. Not just by hitting me with his taxi.
“I hope you’re not too wrung out,” he says in that gruff tone. “I’m in no way done with you.”
Chapter 38
Cormac