“Tell me,” he says, before he goes back to kissing me again, licking and nipping and sucking at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He’s biting hard enough that it will leave a mark, I know, but I don’t care. At this point, all I can think is how badly I want his mark on me, like a claim on my skin.
“I want…” I almost lose my train of thought, as he nips at me again. I catch my breath. “I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you, Luke, I want you to fuck me.”
He pulls back, a single eyebrow arched. “I want to fuck my wife. Who do you want to fuck?”
I realize what he wants, and it makes my heart beat faster, my pulse pounding in my throat. I lock eyes with him, unable to look away. “My husband,” I say. “I want my husband to fuck me, right here, right now.”
His grin widens when I answer correctly. “Good girl.” He reaches down to catch my dress in one hand, and draws it up over my head, slowly enough to make me shiver as the breeze through the open balcony hits my bare skin. He pulls it off and drops it in a heap beside us, before he presses my back against the glass window once more. It’s cool against my back, almost as cool as his hands are searing hot against my front. He unclasps my bra and lets it fall next, before leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth. My breath catches in my throat and I arch against him, pressing closer as his tongue swirls around my hardening nipple.
“Fuck.” I slide my hands up to bury them in his hair, my nails running over his scalp. He shivers, so I do it again, scratching him as he tongues my nipple, one after the next, his hands wandering down to my panties at the same time.
It takes me a moment to recover my senses, but when I do, my hands already know what I want. I reach for his shirt and draw it up and over his head, before tossing it on the floor beside us. Fuck. I always suspected he was built. After sending out enough of his clothes for tailoring, I know his measurements by heart. But knowing his numbers and seeing his body with my own eyes are two very different things.
Never mind touching him…
“God you’re so fucking hot,” I murmur as I run my hands over his sculpted pecs, his washboard abs. He catches my eye, his own narrowed, and I realize my error. “Husband,” I add, putting a subtle emphasis on the word that makes him grin.
“Like I said earlier.” He glances down, just as he hooks one thumb under the side of my panties. I wore simple white lace ones today, just in case. He tugs them down and off in one movement, and they puddle around my feet at once. I shiver, standing before him completely naked. “Only the best for my sexy as hell wife.” He leans back in to kiss me again, and I melt into his lips, even as I reach down to grasp the clasp of his pants and carefully undo the button.
He stops me with one hand and steps back for a second, gaze roaming across me.
“Wait,” he says. “I want to look at my wife for a moment.”
I shiver, feeling his gaze almost like a physical touch on my skin, it’s so hot. He doesn’t bother to disguise the naked lust and hunger in his eyes as he drinks me in. It hits me all over again how surreal this is. That it’s Luke, that it’s finally happening. The moment I’ve wanted ever since I first stepped into his office to interview for my position with him, and knew I was completely fucked.
This is the first time I’ll actually get fucked. Finally. Months of tension feel built up in me. A whole year’s worth. Deep down, somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I ought to be worried about this. About sleeping with my boss, for God’s sake. But I can’t bring myself to care. Not when it’s Luke.
Not when he smiles with pleasure and evident approval, and reaches down to undo his pants, pushing them down and letting me see the huge bulge in his boxers, springing free at last. “God you are perfect,” he tells me. He steps close again, and I push his boxers down, feeling like I’m unwrapping a present for the first time.
His cock is fucking magnificent. Huge and thick, veined a little along the shaft, with a thick, spongy tip and a base so wide I need both hands to wrap my fingers around him. Which I do, stepping close so I can feel the velvety smooth skin of his shaft against my belly even as I start to stroke him.