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His shoulders sag and he tries to hide his smile. “That’s not fair.”
“I know!” I agree. “Giraffes have like eighteen-inch tongues!”
I watch his eyes darken as he comes closer, looking down at me. “Do you think that means it would be better than mine?”
Tilting my head to the side, I look away to keep a straight face. “Well…”
Before I can even finish that sentence, he picks me up and carries me into the house. I squeal at the sudden move, but when his lips meet my neck, it quickly changes to a moan.
This.
Right here.
This is what we need—to get lost in each other and forget the rest of the world exists. We haven’t had sex in days, and while that might seem reasonable to some, it’s not normal for us. We’re constantly all over each other when we’re alone. I’d blame it on being newlyweds, but I can’t. It’s just how we are.
Physical touch is our love language, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
As he shuts the door behind us, he pins me against it. His tongue tangles with mine and our moans mix as he grinds into me. It’s so needy. So desperate. Hands are everywhere and the kisses are rough enough to bruise. He moves down to my collar bone and sucks a mark into my skin harshly. It stings but feels so good as his hands grip my breasts.
“You’re infuriating,” he rumbles. “So fucking maddening and so fucking mine.” His hand comes up to grip my throat as he stares into my eyes. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”
“You,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”
The corner of his mouth raises into a smirk. “There’s my good girl.”
Fuck.This is what he does. He makes me want him so bad I can’t think straight. It’s so intense that it blinds me. Turns me into a version of myself that only wants to please him.
Looping his fingers around the straps of the dress, he gently slides it off my shoulders and lets it pool on the floor. I should probably pick it up. After all, it’s not mine. It has to go back to the designer. But with the way he licks his lips as he checks me out, I don’t dare to move.
He hums, dragging his knuckles down the center of my chest. “You are a work of art. There’s no one more gorgeous than you.”
Normally, I would feel exposed. Standing here in only panties and heels, it’s not comfortable. But he has a way of making me feel sexy. He sees me in a way I’ve never seen myself.
Gripping my ass, he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him deeply. There’s nothing I want more than him. Ineedthis. Need him.
As we get upstairs, I expect him to go straight to the bed, but instead, he brings us into the bathroom. His lips move against mine as he throws his hand at the wall to turn on the light. Then he carefully puts me down and breaks the kiss, turning me around to face the oversized mirror.
“Look at you,” he says, and when I try to look away, he grabs my chin and moves my gaze back where he wants it. “Fucking flawless.”
I watch in the reflection as he presses light kisses from my shoulder to my neck. His fingertips graze down my sides until he starts to slide my panties down my legs. When they reach my knees, he stops and undoes his belt.
My breathing quickens as he pulls his cock out and rubs it against my pussy. He’s really going to do this. He’s going to fuck me and make me watch him do it. And holy shit is it hot.
He presses the heel of his hand between my shoulder blades and bends me forward. My hands rest on the countertop and his eyes lock with mine through the mirror as he enters me. His head falls back as he groans at the pleasure of it.
“You’re mine, Laiken,” he growls, as if I need to be reminded. “All fucking mine. Every inch of you.”
I’m a mumbling mess of moans as I watch him grip my hips, sliding his cock in and out of me. And then I get an idea.
If he wants me to watch him, it’s only fair that I make him watch me.
The moment he lifts his head, and his gaze meets mine, I smirk. My hand slides down in front of me and I press two fingers against my clit. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as when he does it, but the way he drives himself deeper into me makes it more than worth it.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmurs. “You love touching yourself, don’t you?”
I bite my lip. “I love imagining it’s you. No one does it like you.”
My words speak directly to the possessive side of him. He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me up, pressing his chest against my back. It changes the angle, but the way he rocks his hips, I can feel every inch of him inside of me. His other hand grips one of my tits and he nips at my neck while he watches me play with myself.
