Holding up her thumb and forefinger she grins. “Just a little.”
“Just a little,” I mock, jumping onto the bed with her and covering her body with mine.
I groan against her lips as I claim them. “This isn’t going how I planned.”
“Hey, look at me,” my wife, (I really love saying it in my head) demands.
“What?” I pout.
“I don’t need perfect, Darin. I only need you. So, stop trying so hard and let things happen. Let me take care of you.” She waggles her brows as I fall over lying next to her. She gets up and removes my shoes. “Nothing about us has ever been perfect, has it?”
FAYE
My sweet husband, bless him. He’s trying so hard to make our wedding night perfect and special. I love him for it, I do, but if it can go wrong it has. First, Beans stunk up our room. Second, Darin couldn’t get my corset off. Third, when I went to unzip his pants, the lace on my corset got caught in the teeth.
This is our current situation. I’m stuck to his crotch and not in the way I want to be. He’s so damn hard too. His erection is pressing against me and he’s so big that it’s making things worse.
“Can you…um…force it go down some.” Both of our hands are between us trying to work that damn zipper but nothing is helping.
“Baby, you are on top of me with those big tits pressing into my dick, how can I not be hard?”
I grin up at him. “I guess I see, or should I say feel your point. Do you have any lube?”
He makes a face and I can’t help but giggle. He’s so damn frustrated and it’s cute. Darin is always used to things going his way.
His big hands move around and a firm palm plants a smack against my butt cheek. His other one follows and he lifts me, pulling me up his body so that I am straddling him. By some miracle the fabric rips and I am freed during the process.
His fingers rub and caress my body as a sigh of relief leaves him. As if he has super hero strength he finishes the job, ripping the bodice from my body and tossing it to the floor.
“God, I need inside you,” he whispers in a strained breath as he looks up at me. I grind down on his hard on and he groans. “I need you now.”
I figure we have waited long enough. Seven years too long according to him. With our clothes out of the way, and nothing else separating us he rubs lazy circles over my clit, killing me with anticipation as he peppers kisses down my torso.
“Darin, please, just do me already.”
“I want to, Faye, I really do, but I’ve been dying to taste your pussy, baby.”
Lifting my hips, I arch into his hand needing so much more than he is giving me. The man is loving torturing me.
“You need something, baby?” He teases, looking up at me from between my thighs.
I tug on his hair in response and he gives me one slow lick, sweeping his tongue over my pussy lips. “You want my mouth, Faye?”
I moan as his fingers spread me, putting me on display for him.
“Fuck, my wife is so wet and eager for me. So damn ready, aren’t you?” A finger slides in followed by a second. He works them in and out thrusting faster and faster as he sucks on my clit with his hot mouth.
I can’t believe this is now my life. I have the man of my dreams between my legs giving me the greatest pleasure. A man I have watched for most of my life wanting nothing more than to be his and right now the things he is doing to me shows me he has wanted me as badly. His fingers, lips, and tongue are tasting and teasing every inch of my body as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm and keeps leaving me hanging. He’s making me crazy.
My hands roam across his shoulders and I dance my fingers down his spine as he crawls up my body and positions himself between my legs.
“Look at me, Faye,” he demands as he grabs my jaw.
My eyes meet his and he holds my gaze as he enters me in one hard thrust. I see the love he has for me shining in his eyes and I feel it in his every touch. Sure, things with Enzo were hot and fast, but this right here with Darin is making love and the intimacy passing between us means so much more than that ever could.
He shows no mercy as he hammers me into the mattress and the bed bangs against the wall. His rough hands caress my face as he stares at me with such adoration. His tongue plunges in my mouth seeking out mine. God, when this man kisses me, my toes curl. I’m so close, my walls squeeze his cock so man tight. He shifts his position, rolling his hips, finding my sweet spot.
“Oh, God. Yes, Darin, baby, don’t stop.”