Merrick pulled his arms away, releasing her. “Play with me, angel.”
Chapter Eleven
If he kept from shooting his load early, it’d be a goddamn miracle. Seeing Chloe in the little red nightie had shredded his self-control. The instant she’d wrapped the silk around his wrists, his balls had drawn up tight. She wanted to be the one in control. He was only too happy to oblige. Afterwards, it’d be his turn.
“I bought more than wine and lingerie today.”
What did the minx have up her sleeve now? “Oh, yeah?”
Chloe reached toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. She pulled out a small plastic bottle and held it above him. He inspected the label in the dimly lit room. His lips quirked. “You want to give me a massage?”
“Sort of,” she answered vaguely. Her voice drifted over him, as soft as the satin she wore and twice as lethal.
Chloe’s warm brown eyes overwhelmed his senses and left him panting like a little lost pup. He’d be begging to get inside her tight, hot cunt in a few more seconds; he could feel it in his bones. She owned him, body and soul. Her dainty fingers drifted over his torso, and he shuddered. She could tear him apart with barely a stroke of her sharp fingernail. That wasn’t anything new, though. Chloe always held power over him. She didn’t realize how easily she could control him. He’d always been careful to keep that knowledge from her. Now he knew he’d made a mistake in not letting down his guard. If she understood how much he craved her, how he’d shrivel and die without her, she’d know he was sincere about making their marriage work. She’d know he meant to keep her, to have babies with her, to put her before work.
Chloe removed the lid on the bottle and squirted some of the sweet smelling liquid onto her hands. As she rubbed them together, Merrick took in the sight of her sitting astride him. Her nipples were hard little points covered in the softest satin he’d ever seen. His mouth watered as he anticipated licking and suckling. Her damp pussy against his crotch had him so hard he could crack cement. Each time she wiggled, he ached a little more. The need to slam inside her tight heat nearly overrode everything else.
As her hands began to stroke his torso, he bit down hard on the urge to force her hands lower. He wanted to feel that slippery glide up and down the rigid length of his dick, feel her small hands squeezing and playing with his hot flesh.
“Lower, Chloe,” he snarled as he flexed his hands. The silk was about to be torn in two if she didn’t move a little faster.
“I want to touch, to tease. You wouldn’t deny me, would you, Merrick?”
“I can’t take much more of this slow seduction, baby. I’m about to explode.”
Chloe laughed. The lilting sound tore a growl from his chest. “I swear, you’re so impatient.”
“Touch my cock,” he softly demanded. “Just once. Give me something to hold me over.”
Chloe’s fingers slid lower, down the muscles of his abdomen, then over one hip. The little seductress bypassed his groin altogether. He pushed his hips upward, hard, nearly unseating her, only slightly mollified by her sharp cry of surprise.
“Touch my cock, or the game’s over,” he warned.
Her eyes widened. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m about to rip this cute little scarf,”—he wiggled his wrists for emphasis—“and throw you on your stomach so I can plow into your soft little body. Nice and hard, just the way you like it.”
Even with the room dimly lit, Merrick could see the blush that stole over his wife’s face. She bit her lip and shimmied down his body until she was perched on top of his thighs. She grasped his heavy cock in both hands and squeezed. Merrick grabbed the headboard and clamped down on the need to take over. Her fingers drifted up and down, her little pinky sliding over the slit in the engorged head, playing and drawing a bead of moisture to the tip. She swiped it up and brought it to her mouth. Merrick watched in fascination as she closed her eyes and sucked on her pinky. Her sweet moans of pleasure rippled clear through to his soul, heating his blood.
“God, baby, you look like sin. A tempting little girl playing with fire.”
Chloe opened her eyes and leaned down. Her hot breath against his ear fueled his already out of control need to take her. “I’m not a little girl though, am I, Merrick? I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what I want.” She nipped his earlobe for emphasis before sliding her palm over his cock and ball sac.
The last thread of his control snapped at the same time that the threads on the scarf tore.
Merrick had her beneath him in between one heartbeat, and the next, his hands framing her face. “You go to my head, baby. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I want is you. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth. I want to slide inside you and stay there. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll never walk away from me again. I want to make you ache and scream so you’ll pour that sweet juice all over my dick.”
Chloe arch
ed upward and shouted, “Oh, Merrick, please!”
“Shh, it’s time for me to play,” he crooned. He grasped both her hands in one of his and pulled them above her head, putting her on display for his viewing pleasure alone. His entire body vibrated with repressed rage as he imagined her finding someone else. No way in hell. No other man would ever see her like this, he silently vowed. No other would ever touch what belonged to him. He had the crazy urge to mark her, to prove to them both that no one else would ever do for either of them.
Merrick’s lips crashed down on hers. The kiss was hard and greedy, demanding entrance to her mouth. She whimpered and opened for him. His tongue thrust in and out as he licked and fucked her hot, tempting mouth. He nipped her lower lip, swiped his tongue over the small sting, before drifting lower. He dropped kisses along her chin and tasted the length of her neck, sucking and sipping at her feminine perfection. Merrick moved lower, pushed the straps of her nightie off her shoulders, and bit down, eliciting a moan of carnal pleasure from his gentle wife.
Merrick pulled back and tugged the pretty red satin over her head, exposing her round breasts and nipped-in waist. He tossed it to the floor before moving his attention to the minuscule panties. His fingers shook as he pulled the material down her hips. Every muscle in his body went still at the erotic sight that greeted him.
“Oh, fuck, baby.”