Though she’d cleaned her hands, the fire’s flames glistened in my come on her flesh. As barbaric as it sounded, I loved that she was wearing my mark. That was what Emma did to me, reduced me to a savage with one single focus—acting on my desire.
Taking her toward the fire, I directed her to lean over the sofa and spread her shapely legs.
I’d told Emma that as my wife, her job was to be ready for me, anytime and anyplace. Whether my command was to spread her legs or get on her knees. Four days I’d spent denied and it was time to take what was mine.
As the night progressed, we made up for the time we’d missed. I took her over and over. Unabashed, I brought her to her own climaxes. It was another promise I’d made.
“Be ready, be willing, and you’ll be rewarded.”
A tangle of arms and legs, we finally fell asleep in her bed, never making it to my suite.
At some point during the night, I woke as her small hand ran up and down my hardening cock. It was the first time I could remember Emma waking me. A grin came to my lips as I realized that not only did my wife willingly take everything I gave, but she was back for more.
I rolled onto my back.
“Ride me.”
Slowly, Emma made her way over me. Her expression contorted and her back arched as she, with her knees on either side of me and her hands on my shoulders, impaled herself. With her pussy hugging me tight, I had a fantastic fucking view of her breasts bouncing before me, close enough to lick and bite.
Emma’s long hair, now fully untethered, hung around our faces like a curtain as she continued to move. Slowly, she’d lift and then lower herself. I reached for her hips, allowing her the slow rhythm and concentrating on the way her expression changed.
Her face was a kaleidoscope of emotions that I could watch for days and never tire.
The suite filled with her noises.
Her pussy quivered as her grip on my shoulders intensified. Panting, she increased her speed and her knees at my side tightened. With my grip of her hips, I helped lift and lower her as her energy waned.
From this angle, watching Emma come apart was better than anything I’d ever seen.
Finally, my wife fell to my chest, her heart pounding against mine.
I cupped her cheeks and brought her satiated gaze to mine. “Fuck, that was amazing.”
Emma grinned as she nodded. “I missed you too.”
“Four days.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Are we caught up?”
“Are you sore yet?”
“Was that your goal?”
“No, it’s a beneficial byproduct.”
“I am,” she admitted. “Sore and satisfied.”
“Good. I want you to think of me each time you move tomorrow. Every step. Every turn. Remember, I’m the one who gets to make you feel like that. No one else, ever. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.” She laid her head on my shoulder as her breathing calmed.
“Mr. Ramses?”
Miss Guidry’s voice brought me out of the trance of last night. “Yes.”
“Mrs. Bonoit has prepared lunch for the four of you. It is served in the dining room.” She added, “Ian said that Ms. Lynch and Mr. Clark would be here for the midday meal.”
“Very well.” I addressed the room. “Shall we all adjourn to the dining room?”