Page 105 of Roman

He held out his hand. “Come to me, wife.”

I did, and he pulled me to his lap, my gown spread out like a snow-covered lawn. I straddled him, feeling his cock hard and pressed between us. He pulled me to his mouth, kissing me deeply. I whimpered at the possessive feel of his lips.

And then the captain made his announcement that we were departing, and the flight attendant appeared, a smile playing on her lips. “I must ask you to take your seat and buckle up,” she said.

Roman stood and set me in the seat across from him, buckling me in himself. He kissed me again. “Until later,” he promised.

From the dark look in his eyes, I knew later was now.

He turned me in his arms, covering my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me, carrying me down the hall to the bedroom. He kept kissing me as he undid the row of buttons on the back of my dress, taking his time and slowly unhooking them one by one. I pushed on his shoulders, and he shrugged off his jacket, then stepped back, tugging on my sleeves. “Show me what that dress is hiding.”

I let the dress fall, a pile of green and white at my feet. The corset and barely there lace underwear caught his attention, and he traced a finger over the lingerie, his breathing becoming deeper. He helped me step away from my gown and stood back, twirling his finger, indicating I should do the same. I laughed as I spun, the look on his face intensifying.

“I have the sexiest wife on the planet,” he mused.

“The dizziest, as well,” I quipped.

He yanked off his tie, pulling his shirt over his head, then dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Once I’m finished with you, Effie, you won’t know up from down.” He took my hand, placing it on his head. “Hold on to me. Don’t let go.”

He tore away my underwear and lifted my leg over his shoulder. “And I want to hear you, wife.”

I gave him exactly what he wanted.