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He skated his hands down to her hips and shoved her yoga pants down far enough to get his hand into her panties. “You make me so hard. God damn it, you feel good. My hot little wife. And now I’ve got you all alone…”
She squirmed on his fingers, her head rolling back, her hips thrusting forward. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Whatever I want.” He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, just a little, then growled. “Get naked.”
She giggled and did as she was told. He stripped down, too, then pounced on her again, his cock heavy against her hip, his fingers sure as he stroked between her legs.
“Okay, but seriously, how much time do we have?”
“Until dinner, so maybe…an hour? I don’t have a complete plan.”
“You don’t?” She was teasing. And playing with fire, because she didn’t want him to stop touching her.
He grinned. “I just saw an opportunity, and I grabbed it. Just like I grabbed you and wrestled you to this bed.” For emphasis, he cupped her whole sex and squeezed.
She sucked in a breath. “I do like it when you grab me.”
“But if I was going to build a complete plan, it would probably be a three-step plan.”
“Where are we in that now?”
“I got you naked.” Her breath caught as he started stroking her again. “And you spread your pretty legs for me.”
“I sure did.”
He laughed. “So that’s step one. Step two is, I kiss you here…” He traced a leisurely path along her now pulsing labia, up to her clit. “And here. Until you are begging me to be inside you.”
“And then what is step three?” Her voice shook.
He brought his lips to her ear. His voice was a warm, rough burr right against her. “Step three is me holding on for dear life as you try your best to make me come faster than I want to.”
Now it was her turn to give a wicked grin. “Oh, I do like that game.”
“I know you do, naughty girl. Remember, Santa is watching.”
Laney was pretty sure driving her husband to the brink faster than Santa’s reindeer could take to the sky would keep her on the Good Girl list. “Uh huh.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself?” He pushed two fingers into her.
“Uh huh,” she repeated, her voice wavering.
“Good.” He slid down and shouldered his way between her thighs. “Spread for me, babe. Show me what I want.”
Her legs fell open. Oh, he was good at this. The dirty talk. The strategic thinking. The one, two, three-step plan.
His hands scooped under her ass and lifted her hips, bringing her core to his mouth. His five o’clock shadow scraped deliciously against her inner thigh as he licked up one side, then down the other, before pushing his tongue deep. The unexpected invasion stole her ability to be a smart mouth, and left her babbling instead. His deep, confident licks made her clit pulse even before he gave it direct attention. And then he was there, sucking, pulling. And she squirmed, writhing under his ministrations, heat swirling through her, her legs falling wider, wider…her hips pulsing up to meet him, fully ripened now, warm and wet and needy.
So needy.
One of his hands pushed up to her breasts, finding him a handful to squeeze just so, just right. The other hand kneaded her ass. Grabbing her all over. Making her skin pulse just like her clit.
Every inch of her primed now, so on the next suckle against her clit, she started to soar. Up, up, up. He kissed her pussy with the confidence of a husband who knew exactly how to make his wife come, a man with a plan.
And then she was launched into the night sky. It was a breathless kind of orgasm, one that made her feel like magic. Not at all like falling to pieces, but the opposite, like he’d filled her with a magnetic power and every inch of her snapped tight.
When the stars cleared from her vision, her fingers were buried in his hair, and she’d dragged his face off her sex. He was kissing her inside thigh and looking at her. “Good?”
“Get inside me,” she begged.
