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I tighten my grip on her face. “It’s the truth. You’ve got us all under your spell, Tanisha Wayne. I’m not used to having this with anyone. Wanting this with anyone.”
“Neither am I.” Her lips part on a sigh and I find myself fascinated by their shape. “Do you want to watch a show tonight?”
“No.”
“It doesn’t have to be a—”
“No,” I say again. “Tonight, I want my wife.”
“You do?”
“Do you want me to show you how much?”
She swallows, nodding. “Yes, please.”
I kiss her with all the passion I’ve been holding back from her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the bed.
She moans against my lips as her back hits the mattress, and I immediately go to work on the ties of her wraparound skirt. “Emerson, wait. I have to—”
I kiss her again, cutting off her denials. “You’ll let me take it off. You’ll trust me enough tonight.”
Her body stiffens a bit before she blows out a shaky breath and stares at me with wide eyes. “Yes. I’ll let you.”
I drag the skirt off impatiently, staring at the blue lace covering her sex. “Pull those panties to the side while I do my duty. I want to get a good look at what I’ll be tasting as soon as I’m done.”
She gasps, but her hand instantly drops to her panties, shakily tugging them to the side. “Like this?”
Fuck, she’s already so wet she’s glistening. “That’s right, baby. You’re making my mouth water, seeing you ready for me.”
My hands shake as I reach for the socket I’ve watched her remove every night for weeks. I looked it up at work, as well as all the things I’d need to watch for in the future to take care of her. I want to take care of her.
I need to.
I remove the prosthesis and set it in the stand beside her bed, unrolling the sock that conceals her skin before she can protest. Right now, every part of her is mine to touch. I want as little between us as possible.
“Emerson…”
When I cup the warm flesh there, she closes her eyes.
“Look at your husband, Tanisha. Please.”
When she refuses, I reach for the lace she’s let slip and twist, the tearing sound loud in the silence. Now she’s looking.
“Good. We don’t hide from each other. I want to touch all of you. See all of you. Every inch of your body is beautiful to me. Every time I look at you, I get hard as stone.”
I slide both hands under her hips, moving her further up the bed until my chest is pressed into the mattress and my breath is on the inside of her thighs.
I wasn’t
lying to her. I’m so hard I’m worried I’ll come in my pants, but I need to taste her first. “I resent the skirts that hide your beautiful leg from me. I resent the shirt you pull up to cover your shoulder after it drops down, giving me a glimpse of heaven.”
I use my fingers to part the smooth lips topped by a small triangle of dark curls. “You don’t get to hide this from me either,” I rasp. “Not when we’re in this room. Oh, baby, you’re dripping wet.”
“Emerson,” she moans softly at my touch.
“I need to go slow.” I watch my finger glide over her clit and in between her folds. Her leg is restless beside me, so I lift it over my shoulder and at the same time I work my finger inside. “Work into it, you said.”
“Ah.” Her body arches and her heel digs into my back as I press deeper, up to the knuckle, those inner walls clinging to me like a vise.
