One second we were standing in the alley, the next I was kissing her in her apartment—our apartment—home. She unzipped my leather jacket then ran her hands over my chest and shoulders, so she could push the jacket down my arms. She reached for the hem of my shirt and I started to pull back so she could lift it over my head but?—
She ripped it. Right of my chest. And fuck, that was the hottest thing ever.
“What—”
“Shut up,” she snapped.
She barely pulled her lips off mine as she started working my belt loose, then the button and zipper of my jeans. She only pulled away for a second to pull my pants and boxers down before shoving me onto the couch and climbing on top of me.
Nope, that was the hottest thing ever.
She started grinding on my shaft, a slow and agonizing pace. I groaned, trying to move her hips faster but she slapped my hands away.
“Ask me nicely,” she mumbled into my lips.
My eyes flickered open to find her watching me, smirk on her face. “I?—”
“Unless the next word out of your mouth is please, I don’t want to hear it. I told you to shut up.”
Fuck me. My beautiful wife was full of surprises. A switch; we were going to have so much fun together.
Instead of begging—which I totally would do, just not yet—I moved my hands behind my head and grinned up at her. I could be a brat too. I was pretty sure my expression was sayingmake mebecause her own grin was nothing sort of sadistic.
She slowed her grind to almost nonexistent movements. And she stayed like that, slapping my hands away any time I tried to touch her, biting my lip any time I tried to talk.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Can I touch you?”
Her eyes burned with amusement, her eyebrow raised.
“Please?”
She hummed in approval and kissed my neck. “Such a good boy.” My jaw. “What else do you want?”
My hands went to the zipper at the back of her skirt.
“This. Off.”
No objection was made, so I unzipped it and threw it to the side before moving to her turtleneck sweater.
“This too.”
She leaned back so I could pull it over her head—pretty sure she would rip my head off if I tore this off her. Finally, I went for her bra, front clipped.
“And this.”
She watched as I unclipped it then cupped her breast, sucking on one nipple then the other. Her breathing became harsher but the pace of her grinding didn’t change. Stubborn woman.
Her fingers threaded into my hair and she tugged my head back. “What do you want Aus? Tell me.”
“I want you to ride me until you come apart.” I kissed her cheek. “Then I want you to let me take you to bed so I can love you so thoroughly that we ruin our freshly cleaned sheets.” Her jaw. “And then I want to keep going until you’re nothing but a puddle under me.” The pulse point on her neck. “I want to feel this pounding against my fingers while my hand is wrapped around your throat.” Her shoulder. “What Ineedis your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Beg me,” she whispered.
I shuttered and dug my fingers into her hips to pull her closer. “Please, Nightshade. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Hm, such a good boy.”
