Page 44 of Betrothed To Love

“So, that’s what you changed into? Sweats and no shirt,” I say as my eyes take in his beautifully sculpted upper body. My fingers itch to pad down his muscular, tatted arms, broad chest, and firm abs.

“After a long day in a suit, I like to get home, showered, and comfortable. I’m with my wife, so why not?” he counters.

“Trust me, I have no complaints. I was just making an observation.”

“I think you like what you see,” he says with his usual playful arrogance that I absolutely love.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because my eyes are up here,” he says with an amused chuckle. Because my eyes are definitely not looking at his. I’m focused on his chest, abs, and that V leading to what’s in those baggy sweats.

“And?” I question unapologetically. “My words from earlier still apply. Yours equals mine.”

“You better have that same energy after we finish eating,” he says.

“Oh, I definitely will,” I assure him and he smiles.

He fully steps into the kitchen, rounds the island, then steps behind me. Both of his tatted arms wrap around me and he rests his chin on my left shoulder.

“You trying to seduce me, Mrs. Bako?” he whispers.

“The way you’re all up on me, I don’t think a seduction is needed. You appear already seduced.”

“I’m for sure that. You got me seduced, hooked, intrigued, and right where I want to be.”

“I was thinking,” I begin and get immediately distracted when his lips graze the side of my neck.

“What were you thinking?” he asks before peppering kisses up my neck to my earlobe.

“Umm… that… I’m not hungry anymore,” I stammer as his kisses disrupt my train of thought.

“Well, I am. I just don’t want what’s on that table,” he whispers and damn.

Please want what I want to give you, I think as I allow my body to melt back into his.

FOURTEEN

This right here is exactly what I’ve been waiting on—being in her space, all up on her, and having her all in. I can’t lie; while I don’t remember our crazy decision to get married or the online ceremony, I do remember approaching her at the bar and being damn near speechless when I saw her up close. I recall every detail about our dance and the connection I felt to her and I damn sure remember the feel of her soft body on mine that morning when I woke up.

I’m attracted to everything about my wife and getting to know her these past few days has only made that pull more intense. I want her, all of her, and I want her right now.

As I kiss up her neck, my hands caress her hips and thighs. When she leans into me and lifts her head for me to kiss her lips, my damn dick swells in my briefs. That simple gesture plus the feel of her and her heavenly scent are so fucking sexy. I can’t take another second without seeing if she tastes as good as she smells.

“Can I have all of you?” I whisper after kissing her lips. She doesn’t respond verbally, she simply nods, but I long to hear the want in her voice. “I couldn’t hear you. You going to let me have you?” I ask again while running my hand across her neck.

“Mm. Hm. Yes,” she gasps.

“Yeah. Good. Turn around,” I request and she doesn’t hesitate.

I take a moment to study and thank God for her beautiful ass body in this see-through looking dress then I trace my hand from the side of her face to the curve of her waist down to her curvy hips. She doesn’t speak as my hand roams her body and she doesn’t break eye contact either; her eyes stay locked on mine.

We are so close. Her body is pressed into mine and I can feel her breasts heave into my chest. My wife is fucking perfection. Her bronze skin is flawless and her smile stops my heart. As if she’s not gorgeous enough, she’s blessed with the body of a goddess. Her full breasts are perky and her pebbled nipples are noticeable through her shirt. I lightly run my hands across them then caress the sides of her waist. Then my hands move to the curve of her hips. I love how her hips are just the appetizer to her thick ass thighs. She’s stunning and she is all mine.

My fine ass wife.

After cupping her ass, I squeeze it and pull her even closer into me. A low, soft moan falls off her pouty lips and dammit… I want her so fucking bad. I can’t wait another minute. I lean in, peck those sexy lips, then turn things up. As my tongue invades her mouth, I gather some of her dress in my other hand. When I start to pull it up, she smiles.

“It’s a skirt,” she says.