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My head falls back and I let out a soft moan. He presses his finger between my lips, slips it out, and repeats the motion until it’s nice and wet. He pushes in once more, and this time I suck hard, making his breath stutter. There’s no missing it in the silence of the room where every inhalation and exhalation erupts like bright flares on a moonless night.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“And you’ve certainly fucked enough to know the difference,” I tease.
His eyes grow sad and I shake my head, saying, “Nuh-uh. No more sadness. Not tonight. I don’t care who you’ve been with in the past. We were in a feud. I didn’t want to fuck you then, remember.”
The sorrow in his eyes remains. “Can’t say I felt the same.”
“Well, no one was chasing me.”
He huffs. “That’s because I would’ve killed any boy or man who got within in a ten-mile radius of you.”
Huh, that explains a lot. I’d chalked it up to my personality, obviously. “Are you saying you’ve threatened boys who would’ve flirted with me?”
“There was no need for overt threats. Everyone knew who you belonged to.”
Tucking my tongue in my cheek, I ask, “Even when we weren’t talking whatsoever?”
“Especiallywhen we weren’t talking.”
He sits down beside me and settles me on his lap, straddling his thick thighs. He caresses my legs. His crushed pine fragrance fills the air. My breath catches. I’m about to lose my virginity to this man. To my husband. Seems strange that this is the least impulsive thing I’ve ever done. I’d always expected to lose my virginity without any foresight or planning. A sense of rightness settles over me. Even my mother would be proud. This was meant to be.
I scoot closer to him, rub against the ridge of his jeans, and moan into his mouth. It feels good so I do it again, seeking more friction. He grabs my waist to push me away a little, and I whine. Thankfully, he pulls me close again. Sparks fly each time I grind against him. I take his face in my hands and part his lips with my tongue. In the past, I’ve always turned my face away, making him work for it before giving in to him. For the first time, tonight, I initiate a kiss.
I pull back a little, beckoning him to take over, and he does. His tongue surges in, one unrelenting stroke after another. I coast my fingers down his arms, feeling the coarse, bristly hair, and it me spurs on. He grasps my butt possessively, and my thighs flex around his hips. My skin tingles with sensitivity, prickling with goose bumps.
A moment later, he flips us around. With me underneath, he scoots us up the bed until the top of my head hits the edge of a pillow. He scoops my head up and slips the pillow underneath it.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” Ravenous, I grab his nape to bring his mouth back to me. I taste the remnants of the drink he finished hours ago. He tastes like an old-growth forest after a summer storm. I wrap my legs around him, lifting my pelvis in search of that elusive pressure again. Suddenly, the fabric of the tight, long-sleeved nylon and spandex shirt I’m wearing feels suffocating. I break our kiss, push him off me, and yank it right off my torso.
“Baby,” he breathes out.
I remind him with a giggle, “It’s not like you haven’t seen this before.”
Eyes dragging down the length of me, he replies, “I’ve seen parts, here and there. But I can’t describe the anticipation of seeing you, all of you, for the first time. The idea that I get to just stare at my beautiful wife at my leisure is unparalleled.”
He helps me with my bra and then my leggings and socks, until I’m left in a skimpy pair of black lace boy-cut panties. I hadn’t done the laundry in a while and was down to my least-used undies, a sexy pair I once bought on a whim.
“Fuuuck.”
He reverently takes one breast and then the other in his big hands, weighing them as if they’re precious. He gets on his knees, licks one, then the other and then goes back to loving on the first one. He takes turns, lapping at each of my tits, getting more excited with each pass. A second later, my nipple disappears between his lips and gets sucked inside. Hard. My hips fly off the mattress and I claw at the mattress to keep myself grounded.
Staring up at me, he rakes my nipple between his teeth. A shot of pain whips through the pleasure and my head spins. I start writhing beneath him, grasping his shirt, yanking at it, trying to get him to take it off so I can feel him, touch him, skin to skin.
“Fight me,” he taunts. “I know you want to.”
I turn into a wildcat, raking my nails down his cheek. Four red slashes flame across his skin. His eyes blaze with dark flames. My eyelids flicker as I stare, horrified at what I did. I didn’t think he’d let me go through with it. I’d assumed he’d catch my hand and pin me down but he made no move to stop me.
It dawns on me that he wants me to hurt him, to really hurt him. And that sours the mood. Sure, we’ve played this game before, but he’s never allowed me to inflict pain on him. The past was games, but not tonight. Tonight, he’s dead serious.
And he confirms my suspicion with his next demand, “More, Crina.”
Pain pummels through me as I grab his hair and yank him toward me until we’re eyeball to eyeball. “Why?”
His eyes sear mine, but his lips remain stubbornly sealed.
