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My butterflies go crazy to the point I feel dizzy. The heat from the shower, his warm frame, and the tension around us make my entire body flush.
He tightens his hand around my throat. I can still breathe, but any tighter, I won't be able to. And it lights up my core further.
He drags his other hand up the curve of my waist and palms my breast. Zings shoot through my lower body. I quiver, and he sees it. His lips form into a tight line. He pinches my breasts until I'm whimpering, studying me, then accusing, "You're giving me mixed messages, pet. This is who I am. So decide if you want your husband or not."
24
Riggs
My pet gives me her challenging stare, heating my blood to the boiling point. I lean in an inch from her lips, staring at them, assessing her. Then I meet her blue flames, ordering, "Tell me what you want."
Another moment goes by with only the sound of the water hitting the tile. It echoes, and the tension builds.
I keep my hand locked on her throat, grazing my thumb over her ear and pinching her nipple.
She whimpers, her eyes fluttering, her face flushing pinker. And it makes everything inside me only heat further. Her hot pussy presses against my thigh, grinding into me. I seethe, "I didn't take you for a woman who was looking to change her man." I lower my hand from her breast, sliding it to her shorts and cupping her ass.
God, I love her curvy ass.
Hell, I love everything about her body.
She whispers, "I'm not looking to change you."
But she is. I know she is. Everything she said on the beach confirms that's exactly what she wants.
I warn, "You have three seconds to tell me the truth, pet."
She glares at me.
I start, "Three…two…"
"You," she cries out in a muffled tone.
My heart pounds harder against my chest cavity. Fire erupts in my balls. My erection strains to the point it hurts, and I'm so tired of my body aching when my wife is right in front of me. And last night didn't quench my hunger for her. If anything, it only made everything worse. I step closer, ordering, "Say it again."
Defiance fills her expression, mixing with the growing desire that simmers on the surface. I know that look.I created that expression.And I crave to see it on her face every second of the day. I lean into her ear, brushing my lips against it. I threaten, "You have a choice, pet. Me as I am, or no me. I'm a man who takes care of what's his, and I'm not going to change. So you want all of me or none of me. Decide."
She whimpers, quivering against me, grinding her lower body in small circles against my thigh. And I fight the urges as best as I can, but the demons within me wake up. They stir the craziness inside me to the point I feel out of control. And it's the danger zone where I'm capable of doing things I regret.
So I continue staring at her, waiting until I regain my sense of control again. Then I murmur, "Let me remind you of who you chose to marry." I lick behind her ear, sliding my fingers over the slit of her ass, running them over the hard ridge I owned the night before. Her breath hitches and her skin turns hotter against mine.
"Oh God, oh God," she whimpers.
I push the band of her shorts over her hips, then tug her tube top until it drops over her shorts. My skin presses into hers, and a tiny moan fills my ear. I grip the back of her thighs and pick her up, caging her between the wall and my frame. I nibble on the curve of her neck while squeezing, backing off, then squeezing it harder, then backing off again.
Her limbs circle my body, tugging me closer. She whimpers louder, lifting her hips and sliding her body over my cock in one quick motion. I groan, lifting my face in front of hers, breathing through my nose, and releasing her neck.
She digs her fingertips into my skull, lifting her upper body and pushing my face to her chest. It's not something she ever really does, but I don't hesitate. I suck on her breast, gently biting her tit while thrusting slowly inside her.
Her incoherent sounds louden, and she holds my head firm. Still, I retreat, but she pushes me to the other breast.
Her walls fight to grip my body, throbbing against my erection. A storm of fire rushes so fast in my veins, I push my elbow to the wall to steady myself. I suck on her other nipple, then tug her hair, forcing her to focus on me. Thrusting harder, I snarl, "This is who I am.This is who we are.Me taking control of your body. Me knowing exactly what you need. Me making decisions for us when you don't want to or can't."
She blinks hard. Her mouth forms an O. Her whimpers fill the air around us. She whispers, "Please, please."
"No," I growl, knowing she wants to come. I add, "You submit to me. You do it because you need to. You do it because you want to. No one forces you to do it."
"Riggs, please," she cries out, her eyes begging me as much as her mouth.
