“I miss-sed you.” My words come out on a ragged breath.
“Your-r laugh.” My thumb grazes her lips, and she presses a kiss on top of my finger.
“Your s-smile.” My lips hover over hers.
“Your t-taste. Your kiss-es.”
And because I want to miss nothing, I kiss her.
I kiss her because she’s mine.
I kiss her because I’m hers.
I kiss her because I want to be joined to her in the most basic way.
She sighs against my mouth, proving to me that she, too, has missed this, missed us. I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth and she groans, which is audible only for a beat before I dive back in.
Our mouths open at the same time, our tongues colliding like they were waiting for just this moment all day. She releases a moan, and her hips jerk against mine. My erection presses further into her belly.
I grab the hem of her pullover and yank it over her head. Her beautiful tits hidden behind the matching periwinkle lace bra look ravishing. I waste no time unhooking the front clasp before bending forward. I suck on her nipple, and Vienna’s whole body arches forward.
“God, Zane,” she moans as she grabs the back of my head, keeping me close to her.
I’m going nowhere, sweetheart.
She withers in my arms as I nick her soft skin. “I can’t wait any longer,” she whispers as one of her hands comes forward, trails down my suit jacket, and rests on my belt buckle.
I drag my lips up to her ear and bite her earlobe, causing another shiver to run down her body. “Me t-too.”
I grab her hand and pull her more into the room. We stop under the golden light, and my gaze lands on the small scar over her hairline, a reminder of her surgery. The haze of lust lightens for a second. “How ar-re you?”
She notices my gaze and lightly pats the soft skin. “I’m all good here. But I’m soaking wet down there, waiting for you to take me.”
My mouth dries, shocked at her one-of-a-kind reply, and I burst into laughter. “I d-don’t even know why I’m s-surprised you fucking s-said that.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me. “You make me say all the crazy things, Zane Teager.”
I pull her closer and remove her hanging bra, which leaves her topless. “Wh-why the fuck ar-re you blaming me for your d-dirty mouth?” I run my fingers over her pointed nipples.
God, how I’ve missed this. This intimacy. This playfulness. This happiness.
She closes her eyes and whispers, “Why the fuck are we still talking?”
I unhook her jeans and shove them down, which is soon followed by her panties. “You ar-re going to be the d-death of me.”
After removing her shoes and clothes, I place my naked wife on the bed and flip her over. At the speed of light, I get out of my clothes, glide on a condom, and climb over her. I cover her body with mine, my chest flush against her back. I grab her hands and move them above her head. “D-don’t forget, w-wife, you begged me t-to take you.”
“God, Zane. I’m loving this dominant side. Fuck me.”
“Sh-shit!” I curse, but God could she get any hotter? I grab her wrists in one hand, and with the other, guide my stiff-as-a-rod cock into her. I’m slow in the beginning, but when I realize she’s really soaking wet, I thrust into her with a groan.
She cries out my name. “Fuck, Zane. You feel so good.”
“That sh-should have been my line.” I bite her earlobe before tugging her head to the side and taking her lips in a sloppy kiss.
I jerk my hips forward, and she pushes backward in sync with my movements. Around my lips, she continues to mumble my name. I thrust inside her. “I’m never-r”—I thrust again—“going t-to”—again—“let you go. Ever-r.”
We fall apart at the same time with that last thrust.