I sealed my mouth over hers. I didn’t need more explanations. Hearing her say she wanted me where she and the baby were going to be was enough. It freed me from a tethering anger, and I could not taste enough of her gingersnap mouth.
Lashing her tongue with mine, I fed on her, attempting to sate myself, while knowing I never could. Not on her. My hunger for my wife only grew.
Michaela whimpered and pressed herself against me. Her fingertips dug into my skin, and she tugged me closer. Gripping her ass, I lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist, wedging me tight between them.
The shit of the last two weeks—hell, the last few months—came crashing into me, and I had to rip my mouth off hers to take a breath. Gasping, heaving, trying to get enough air.
Her swollen lips and heavy-lidded eyes brought me back. The little pants escaping her breathed air into my lungs. And when she slid her shirt over her head and discarded it somewhere behind her, I took in a breath so deep, my head became clear for the first time in a long, long time.
“Michaela.”
Her legs tightened around me. “I need you.”
“I need you too, beautiful. So fucking bad.”
Our lips moved in messy desperation, trading air and spit and giving away our individual frustrations in exchange for our collective desire to be together on a deeper, closer level.
Michaela lifted her hips, allowing me to drag her jeans and panties off, leaving her on the cool granite in only her bra. She reached behind her, unclasping the band, and let the straps fall down her arms. Tight, dark nipples peeked out from the barely-holding-on cups. With a groan, I nudged the fabric aside and took her breast in my mouth. She was so sweet, my dick pulsed inside my jeans. Her nipple pebbled on my tongue. I sucked it harder, eliciting breathy whimpers. She yanked at my hair, then pushed me against her breast, like she couldn’t decide where she wanted me.
Trading one breast for the other, I sucked at her, couldn’t get enough of her. Her tits had gotten rounder, heavier. They were pretty before, but now I wanted to do all kinds of dirty things to them.
“Moses, I need you inside me.” She pushed my head away so she could get to my fly, pulling it apart faster than I could register what she was doing. Then my cock was in her tight fist, and I didn’t give a fuck about anything else. Her hand slid over me, pumping me like I needed it. I was so damn hard, I could’ve cracked in two at the slightest pressure.
Gripping her inner thighs, I spread her wide and dipped my head to see her. She was wet, dripping. One finger slid through her folds and plunged into her opening easily. Her hips rolled, and the hand holding my cock flexed, then went limp.
Dropping to my knees, I raised her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her pussy. It’d been far too long since I’d had the taste of Michaela on my tongue. She was the perfect blend of spicy and sweet, so swollen and slick, my tongue slid into her with ease. She keened and made little yelping noises as I ate her.
“Moses, Moses, Moses,” she chanted, her thighs jerking beside my ears. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
I was so turned on by her, the way she smelled and sounded, a light breeze would have set me off. Keeping all my concentration on the gorgeous pussy in front of me instead of the incessant throb of my erection, I sucked Michaela’s pearly clit between my lips. Her ass shot off the counter, and her legs were like a vise around my head. The way she came—wild and loud, pressing her pussy against my mouth to take exactly what she needed—had to be the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. AndImade her come undone. That wasn’t too bad for my sagging ego.
Needing to be closer, to be inside her, I rose to my feet, pulled her ass to the edge of the counter until we were aligned, then slid home. We were both still, panting, eyes on where I was fully planted inside her.
She raised her head at the same time I did, and in her eyes, I saw fire. Her heels pressed into my ass, and she leaned back on her hands, her body an offering I was more than happy to accept. That first night in Vegas, she’d been sexy as hell. But here, in her little cottage, sunlight dappling her smooth skin, my kid in her round belly, tits ripe and full, I’d never seen anything more spectacular. I’d never wanted another woman this way. It was more than lust, although there was a heavy dose of that between us. Ipinedfor this woman, and she was in my damn arms.
Pulling out to the tip, I shoved back in, again and again. Michaela moved with me, meeting each thrust and pushing for more. Cupping the back of her neck, I dragged her against me, needing her skin rubbing mine.
“Need you, Michaela. I fucking need you,” I rasped beside her ear. Then I tugged her soft lobe between my teeth and growled like the animal she made me.
“I’m here, I’m here,” she panted. Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, and her nails clawed at my shoulders and arms. “Harder, Mo.”
Hooking the back of her knees on my arms, I tilted her pelvis so I could drive in deeper. She clung to me while I fucked the desperation out of us both.
Her head fell back as deep moans vibrated her chest. Throat open, so creamy and elegant, I had the urge to mark her there, to claim her as mine. She wouldn’t like it, so I made my mark somewhere else, somewhere invisible under her clothes.
Sliding my hand between us, I circled her clit, once, twice, three times, and she came. The speed of her orgasm seemed to have surprised her as much as it did me. Her head shot up, and her eyes were as wide as her mouth.
The feel of her inner muscles gripping my cock, hot and so damn wet, had my rhythm stuttering. My grip on her thighs tightened. If it was painful, she didn’t say. I lost every ounce of control, rutting into my girl, my mouth hot on her neck. She sighed and moaned each time I drove deep into her, her arms circling my shoulders, holding me close.
With one last jerk of my hips, I spilled so much inside her, it felt like parts of my soul leaked out. And maybe it did. I wouldn’t have been surprised. This woman owned me, why shouldn’t she possess some of my soul?
I carried her to her bed, and we curled up together, still joined, and in minutes, we were moving again. Kissing, touching, leisurely fucking. She smiled into my mouth, and it was like my own sigh of relief.
I’d never been so sure about anything in my life. I looked at her, touched her skin, inhaled her scent, and Iknew.
Brushing her wild curl from her forehead, I let myself fill up on the shape of her lips and color of her eyes, and the faint blush in her cheeks. “You’re gorgeous, wife.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she wrapped her arms around me. “Oh, Moses.”