“It is really good at being persuasive,” she admits with a grin.
“We should go inside before I mount you in the yard like a fucking animal.”
Her eyes widen at my words. “You wouldn’t.”
I smile at the uncertainty in her voice. “You wanna bet?”
When I reach down to unbutton her pants, she lets out a squeal and tries to wiggle away. “Okay, okay, you win,” she says with a laugh. “Let’s go inside before your caveman side fully comes out and we end up on the internet somewhere.”
The idea of someone posting my wife’s naked body online has me hauling her over my shoulder and storming for the house. No one gets to see this but me, damn it. I carry her in through the garage so we can take off all our snowy winter gear in the mudroom, and as soon as she’s kicked off her boots, she gives me a wicked grin and bolts for the living room. I laugh and chase after her.
“You should’ve run for the stairs,lisichka,” I say with a grin when I see her on the other side of the couch, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she darts her eyes around, trying to come up with an escape route.
“I panicked,” she admits, looking cute as hell with her nose still red from being outside and the hopeful look in her eyes that maybe, just maybe, she’ll be able to figure out a way to slip past me.
She won’t. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her escape. My little fox is trapped, and she knows it. That doesn’t stop her from giving one last attempt for the stairs, though. I know she’s going to do it before she even takes her first step, her entire body giving her away, making it easy for me to step to the left and cut her off with an arm around the waist. I lift her up and spin her around, pressing her upper body against the back of the couch so she’s bent over.
“Caught you,lisichka,” I murmur in her ear, smiling when she laughs and squirms beneath me. “Oh no you don’t. There’s no escape now, baby.”
I bring my hands to her jeans and make quick work of the button and zipper, roughly yanking them down before doing the same to my own pants. Running my hands up her hips, I grip her tightly and eliminate the height difference by lifting her up so the couch is supporting her weight and her toes aren’t even hitting the floor.
“Sasha,” she moans, looking over her shoulder at me.
“I’ve got you, baby. This is what it means to get caught, sweetheart,” I say, slamming into her from behind in one hard thrust that has her mouth opening in a gasp and her hands clutching at the couch tight enough to turn her knuckles white. She’s completely helpless in this position, and I take full advantage of it, teasing her with my cock until she’s begging for me to push her over the edge and give her what she needs.
I make her wait.
“Sasha,” she moans, smacking her hand against the cushion and glaring at me over her shoulder.
I laugh and slow down even more, which really pisses her off. When I finally take pity on her and bring my hand to her clit, her whole body is shaking with need, and all it takes is one firm rub and she’s letting out a muffled scream into the couch and clenching so tightly around me that I have no choice but to join her. I bury myself as deeply inside her as I can, locking our bodies together as I lean over her, needing her mouth on mine.
As soon as my face is close to hers, she turns, finding my lips and kissing me so sweetly that I swear it makes my chest hurt with how much love I feel for her. She smiles against my lips, her whole body limp and satisfied beneath me.
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips.
“I love you, too, baby, more than you can possibly know.”
I give her another kiss before sliding out of her and gently setting her back down so I can help pull her pants up. Once we’re clothed again, I sit down on the couch I just fucked her over and pull her into my lap. She relaxes into me, resting her head on my shoulder and running her fingers through my beard. I’d trimmed it up a bit this morning, and I think she misses the extra length.
“I have to go to work tonight,lisichka,” I say, hating the way my words make her body instantly tense up.
She lifts her head and turns my face to hers. “What?”
I run my finger over her creased brow, massaging the worry out of it, but there’s no taking away the fear I see in her big, blue eyes.
“I have to take care of something tonight.”
“I know what that means,” she says, and I don’t bother denying it, but I’m also not planning on discussing it with her, and when I don’t say anything, she gives a soft nod and leans her head back onto my shoulder, relaxing her body into me once more with a resigned sigh. I notice her grip on me is a little tighter, though, and I understand exactly how she feels because I’m doing the same thing to her. Just the thought of having to leave her has me holding onto her all the more.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, but it might not be until tomorrow morning.”
“But you will come back?”
She says it so softly that I almost miss it. I cup her face and position her so she can see me. I hold her gaze and say, “I promise you,lisichka, I will come back. I will always come back.”
“But what if something happens?”
“It won’t.”