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I spread my fingers on the desk, then curl them. Stretching them straight, I curl them again, repeating the action several times while I imagine I'm stroking her brillean. "Ahm burning for ye, Em."
The sun has almost set, so I won't be breaking my rule about not shagging her in the daytime.
I sag into my chair, though my arm remains on the desk. Powerless to resist the impulse, I gesture with one finger, inviting her to come to me. The only time she obeys me is when she knows I want to fuck her.
My wife ambles around the desk, sidling up to my chair. She rotates my chair toward her while I keep my arm on the desktop.
My face lies at the level of her breasts, and I can see her stiff nipples through the fabric of her dressing gown. I hook a finger inside the belt and untie it slowly, letting the strip of fabric fall away so that her robe hangs open. I glance at the hairs between her thighs and shut my eyes while I inhale a deep breath, hauling in a hint of her scent. My groin tightens, and my lids ease open.
I pat my thigh.
Emery climbs onto my lap with her knees straddling my hips and her slick folds poised over my thighs. "Do you need a special kind of cuddle?"
"Aye."
With a hand on each of my shoulders, she kneads my bunched muscles until they soften and I sigh. Her touch always soothes and arouses me, but with her, the contradiction makes sense. She glides her palms up my throat, tenderly feeling the pulse point as if she's measuring the acceleration of my heartbeats. My lips fall open because I need to kiss and taste her everywhere. She slants in, skimming her palms up to my cheeks, and rubs her lips over mine.
My cock throbs for her.
I rest my hands on her hips, then coast them up her sides, brushing them against her breasts. "Yer bonnie, soft, sweet…perfection."
She sways into me. "Kiss me. Touch me. Anything you want, please."
For a moment, I just sit here unmoving while my breaths grow uneven and harsh. With my hands positioned alongside her breasts, I lazily stroke my thumbs along the undersides, then let my hands wander down to her waist while I draw circles on her skin with my thumbs.
I let one hand roam down to cover her mound.
She rocks her hips into my touch, pressing those silky curls into my waiting palm. The heat of her arousal warms my skin, and her wetness dampens my fingers. A soft moan whispers out between her parted lips. When I tease her damp hairs with my fingers, she releases another moan, this one so low and throaty that it makes my cock throb again.
"M'eudail," I murmur, my voice strained by lust. I whisk my hands up to her shoulders, under the robe, and slip it off. The fabric flutters down to the floor.
And I'm gazing at my naked wife.
Sinking into my lap, with my erection trapped beneath her, she yanks my shirt out from inside my waistband.
I settle the weight of my palm over her mound, molding my fingers to the swollen lips of her sex.
Her fingers scrabble to unhook my shirt buttons, failing in the attempt. Then she grasps the shirt and tears it open. Buttons rain onto the rug.
My eyes bulge, but gradually narrow as I give her a wicked smile. "I love your enthusiasm."
"Too amped to be subtle."
She rakes her nails down my chest.
I shove my hand between her legs, diving into her slick heat.
"Yes, baby," she moans, rocking against my palm as she finds a slow and sensuous rhythm, shuddering when I caress her with my middle finger. "I want you so bad I can't think. Take me hard, do it fast, I need you inside me."
"Ah, mo leannan, yer so wet and hot." I rasp two fingers along her outer folds while I swirl my longest finger around her entrance. "Ahm starved for ye, Emery."
I plunge a finger inside her.
With a sharp cry, she latches onto my shoulders. As I pump my finger in and out, I scrape my other fingers along the insides of her folds and rub the heel of my hand on her mound, grazing her clit with every swipe. She moves her hips, rolling them in sync with the thrusts of my fingers. She's panting now, writhing while her tits splash against my chest. Then she raises onto her knees, placing her groin inches from my face, and rides my hand while clinging to my shoulders.
"Rory," she gasps. "Yes, oh God, yes."
She clutches my head, and I bury my face against her belly while showering her skin with wet kisses and circling my tongue around her navel, then plunging it inside at the same instant I push my finger into her opening. Her body tenses as her jaw goes slack, and I know she's on the edge.
