“Wilder.” I grip the sofa, needing something to cling to as he leans forward. His tongue slips out to ever so slowly swipe against my clit, and my breathing stops.
I think he’s going to drive me wild with the teasing, but the second he gets my taste on his tongue, his mouth is all over me. He buries his face between my thighs and feasts on me like a starved madman.
I go off like a hair trigger, and the orgasm slams into my body. I cry out Wilder’s name, but he keeps on devouring me. His mouth never lets up as he drinks down my pleasure and demands more. His tongue is relentless with its pursuit, and I won’t fight it.
He licks and sucks, pushing me toward another orgasm quickly, and I realize just how much Wilder really does know my body. My panties must start to get in his way because I hear material rip as he yanks them from me. His tongue slides down through the lips of my sex to push inside of me.
He uses his thumb to rub circles on my clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out. I can’t help but wonder what it will feel like when it’s his cock in there instead. Glancing down, I suck in a breath when I see him reach his other hand into his boxer briefs and pull his cock out. He’s frantic as he strokes himself, moving to the same thrusts as his tongue. The sight alone is enough to end me.
“Wilder!” I scream as I cum again.
This orgasm is more intense than the last, and my body collapses on the sofa. I close my eyes as the pleasure hums through me, all the way down to my toes.
“Bri,” Wilder groans, and my eyes fly open when I feel his cock brush against my sensitive clit.
He pumps his cock two more times before he starts to cum. It spreads across my sex and thighs and some even splashes on my lower stomach. It’s so damn erotic to watch him mark me before he collapses on top on my body.
The weight of him pinning me down to the sofa feels right. Perfect even.
I wrap myself around my husband, never wanting to move again.
Chapter Eight
WILDER
“That’s not even a color,” Bri teases as she kicks bubbles at me. We’re in the bathtub facing each other, and her feet are in front of me while I rub them.
“I disagree. Brown is most certainly a color.” I laugh, and she pretends to be annoyed as she rolls her beautiful soft brown eyes.
“And it’s your favorite?” She’s still skeptical as I nod and massage her feet. “Fine, I’ll let it go. Hmm.” She starts to think of another question, and I love how her nose scrunches up when she’s in thought.
After I got her off on the sofa, I didn’t want her to go to sleep, but I was afraid to take things further. It was already too far, but I can’t seem to find the regret inside me. I’m sure when she finally remembers who I am that I can explain things and she’ll understand. This connection we have isn’t on the surface, it’s soul deep.
“Favorite flavor of ice cream?”
“Coffee.”
“That’s it.” She tries to climb out of the tub, but I hold on to her legs. “I’m filing for divorce.”
My laugh is so loud it bellows around the bathroom, and I can’t recall a time that’s ever happened before. The power has gone out, but I’ve got a generator to run the hot water heater, and we’ve lit candles all around the bathroom. There’s a soft glow shining against her skin, and she looks so damn beautiful.
“Not happening, baby, so sit that cute ass down.”
“I can’t believe I married a man who likes coffee ice cream.” She tries not to smile, but she can’t stop it.
“How do you know you don’t like it?” I raise a brow, and she cocks her head to the side like I’ve made a good point.
“I can’t explain it, but the thought of coffee is gross. Somewhere in my brain it recognizes that it’s not something we like.” She shrugs and sinks lower in the water. “I’m surprised none of these questions are jogging my memory.”
My hands still for a moment, and I look down at her feet to hide my guilty eyes. “I’m sure it won’t be much longer.”
“Well, I’m enjoying it so far. It feels like we’re dating.”
I nod as I lean down and kiss the inside of her foot. She giggles and tries to pull it from me, but I don’t let go. Instead, I scoot forward and reach out for her, pulling her close so that her legs are straddling me and my bare cock is up against her pretty pussy.
“I love every moment we’re together,” I say honestly, and she looks up at me like I’ve hung the moon just for her. If I could I would, because I’d give her anything she asked for.