My head was spinning out of confusion and from having him so close. Since he’d been the one to insist on our marriage being in name only, I wondered if I’d misheard what he’d just said. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
His lips were so close to mine, they were almost touching when he whispered, “How about I show you instead?”Chapter FiveChristopherMy mouth crashed down onto Winter’s, and I felt my world finally right itself. She was my wife in our house, in our bed, and I was going to make her mine in every sense of the word.
She tasted like spiced apples and cinnamon, and I wondered if I’d encounter the same flavor everywhere. I was sure as fuck going to find out. Her velvety tongue tentatively touched mine, and I groaned as I put more of my weight on her, grinding my hard on into the apex of her thighs.
Her body felt soft beneath mine, but there was too much clothing between us. Holding onto her waist, I pulled her with me as I sat up, then set her on my lap to straddle me. Without breaking our kiss, I unzipped my coat, shrugged it off, and tossed it to the floor. Hers quickly followed as I toed off my boots. I was grateful for my long arms when I grasped the heels of her boots and yanked them off.
Words were definitely not my strong suit—I’d rather show than tell. So, I was loath to separate our mouths because I was sure Winter would ask questions. Ones I didn’t want to answer until she was irrevocably tied to me. I was sorely tempted to push down her jeans, free my cock, and take her right then and there.
But my wife deserved so much more than that. And I wanted to feel her bare skin rubbing against mine while I fucked her to completion. I tore my lips away. And as quickly as I could, I whipped my shirt over my head and chucked it before doing the same with hers.
I glanced at her beautiful face nervously, then felt immense satisfaction at the raw hunger in her eyes. She still seemed a little confused, but my instincts told me it was due to lack of experience, which made me incredibly happy.
“Are you a virgin, sugar?” I asked gently.
A pretty blush stained her cheeks, and she nodded.
I would want Winter no matter what, but knowing I was the only man who would ever be inside her pussy made me want to beat on my chest like a damn caveman.
A smile spread across my face, and her eyes widened as she stared at me in the same way she had when I’d smiled in the car. I took advantage of her stunned state and lowered my lips to hers once more. While my mouth devoured her, my hands glided up her sides and around to her back where I popped the catch on her bra.
Even through all her layers, I’d been able to tell that Winter was all curves. But as her bra fell and her tits spilled free, my breath caught in my throat when I cupped each full, round globe. They more than filled my hands, and her hard nipples scraped across my palms as she pressed her chest forward. A little moan escaped, and I broke our kiss to drop my head as I lifted her breasts so I could take one rigid peak in my mouth.
Winter gasped and shuddered. Her thighs clenched, and she twined her hands into my hair. I nibbled and sucked for a bit, then switched to give the other side the same attention. My cock was doing its best to rip through the zipper of my jeans, especially with the heat from my wife’s pussy as she rocked her hips to get closer. She tried to increase her speed, but I moved my hands down to still her hips and let her nipple go with a pop.
“Not like this, sugar. The first time I see you come will not be from dry humping me while we sit half clothed on the side of our bed.”
She whimpered, and her hands tugged at my hair as she leaned in and rubbed her tits on my chest. “Fuck,” I grunted. In no time, I had her flat on her back in the center of the bed. I yanked off her socks, then unzipped her pants and tugged them—with her panties—down her legs and off her, leaving them in yet another pile on the floor. I sucked a fast breath at the sight before me. She was so gorgeous that she took my breath away.
I ran the tip of one finger lightly up her slit, being careful not to dip between her folds just yet. “Open,” I commanded. “Show me your pretty pussy, sugar.”