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“That’s not the point,” I say, pacing the room. “You think you’re in pain now? Just wait until tomorrow. We may not have gotten off to the best start, Rachel, but that doesn’t mean that I want to see my wife in pain.”
The silence echoes after my voice fades. I hadn’t realized how loud I was speaking. And I can’t interpret the look on Rachel’s face. Her eyes are still all heat and flame, while her expression is uncertainty.
“Is that what I am?” she asks quietly, and I notice the way her eyes slip down my body, like she’s drinking me in.
“Am what?”
“Your wife.”
Everything goes still. Longing and want and desperate lust spring to life all over again. “Of course,” I say. “We signed the papers.”
Rachel tilts up her chin in a challenge. “Then prove it.”
My brain doesn’t have time to process what she’s asking, or to stop and tell my body what a colossally bad idea this is, because I’m already across to the bed, mouth crashing down on hers. Her moan turns my dick to fucking cement. So hard that it’s going to break if I don’t fuck this woman right the hell now.
Not this woman, my wife. I’m going to fuck my wife. And when I do, it it’s not going to be in the guest room. I pull her up from the bed, not letting her mouth leave mine and I carry her down the hall to my bedroom and drop her on my bed before falling on top of her.
I hadn’t wanted to think about her, even though my thoughts kept straying that way. I tried to ignore the impulse to live in the memory of her lips and stroke my cock until I came seeing a thousand colors, because there was nothing that could come from it but pain.
But while she’s here, in the flesh, I am not strong enough to resist her. I wanted her the moment that she walked into that conference room, and I’m done denying it.
Rachel’s fingers fumble with my shirt tucked into my jeans, pulling it out and over my head, and I let her. She gives a small gasp, eyes going wide at the sight of my body. Her small hands hover just above my skin, but before she can stroke my chest, I grab her hands.
No.
I reach for her shirt, stripping it off and tossing it aside. Her tits are so pretty and pert in a white bra. I can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and I lick my lips imagining them in my mouth.
I turn her back to me and push her down on the bed. I lie on top of her, grinding my cock into her ass. I wrap myself around her so that my lips are at her ear. “No, no, little wife,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice. “You want to touch my abs you have to earn it.”
She laughs, but it turns into a moan as I grind into her again and rub my hand up and down her side. Her skin is warm and so smooth.
“I think I’m up to that task.”
“We’ll see.” I stand up from the bed and she turns over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. I unbutton my pants and drop them down to my ankles. My boxers follow and then I’m standing naked in front of her. I give her a few seconds to take me all in. After she has a good look, she seems to wake up, and scrambles to take off her jeans. Now she’s laid out for me in just her bra and panties, and fuck me, I’ve never seen anything sexier.
I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a condom from the drawer. Before I roll it on, I stroke myself a few times. I’ve never been harder, and I nearly have to bite my lip, I’m already so sensitive. When I do roll it down, I meet her eyes. There’s lust there, but also a challenge.
I kneel on the bed in front of her, and never breaking her gaze, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down. I watch the goosebumps rise on her skin as the soft satin brushes over her legs. Her hands are up over her breasts, and I move those aside to reach behind her to unhook her bra. I use my knee to pry her legs apart, but they fall open easily. Her face is a mask of anticipation and wonder.
I cannot wait a second more to have her. Pressing the head of my cock to her entrance, I can already feel her fiery heat. Rachel gasps, and I lean down to her, grabbing her wrists in my hands and pinning them above her head. I stretch out over her, feeling every inch of her skin against mine. I push inside her, just an inch. Just barely the tip. “Does my wife want my cock?” I ask.
