When she nods, I reach down and scoop the edges of her pants to pull them off and throw them away. She looks so beautiful naked as she clings to me to keep herself upright.
“What about you?” she whines with no real energy.
“You want my clothes off too, Angel, you’ll have to take them off for me.”
Her hands attack my jacket, then slowly, she works her way down the buttons of my shirt to tug it out of my pants. I watch her face as she reveals more and more of my skin. And I’m not the only one lost to the allure of her flesh. She’s clearly mesmerized by every bit of mine. It starts a warm ache in my chest that I rub to try to dislodge.
She dips down to grab my belt buckle and then shoves my pants down my legs to pool at my feet. Not wanting her to stop touching me, I kick them away along with my socks and shoes to leave me just as naked as she is. “Better?”
Her eyes rove over my bare chest and then down to my abs, where she traces each of my muscles with her fingertips. It tickles the lower she goes, and I have to stall her hand before she reaches my hip bones. “Now you’re just being mean, Angel.”
I let her go to continue her exploration, and she goes straight for my already hard cock as it juts up toward my belly button. When she wraps her warm fingers around the base, I hiss out a breath and squeeze my eyes closed. At the very least, to stay focused on keeping myself in my own skin. Since we married, she’s learned how to touch me, how to pleasure me, and she no longer needs instructions to send me straight toward orgasm.
I stop her hand for a second time and then move it to the table, so I get more time to play with her.
There’s a pout in her lips at being denied, so I catch her mouth with mine and strip it away. Melting it under the scorch of my tongue roving hers, devouring her mouth until she’s whimpering, desperate to get closer to me so our bodies can create the friction she needs.
I nibble her lip, then break the kiss to trail to her earlobes. As my teeth close over one, I delve my hand between our bodies and slide my fingers through her slick core to reach her entrance. She shivers and digs her nails into my shoulders, sending a bolt of pain through my system. It pushes me harder, increasing the pressure of my touch to bring her up to the brink with me. I want her soaking wet before I slide into her pussy and claim her all over again.
“Tell me what to do. How to give you what you need this time?” she pleads softly, her voice barely a whisper. Does she still fear my response?
I take a deep breath and bring her face to my chest, so her lips collide with the muscle. “Bite me, Angel. Do it hard and trust me, you’ll be in for a ride.”
She rolls her eyes up to meet mine as I stare down at her straight white teeth clamping around my skin. A second later, a shot of pain hits, and I lose my plans. The need to be inside her was too great to resist any longer.
I tug her hips toward me, lining up our bodies as best as I can with the table height, and then ease myself into her heat. She skims the points of her teeth over my pec, and my knees nearly buckle from the sensation. “Easy, Angel. I don’t want to go too soon. Let me make it good for you first.”
“I’m already so close, please, fuck me. Please.”
It’s her extra little begging please that pushes me from aware to undone. I tilt her hips enough to get the angle I want and pound into her. In the frenzy, she can barely keep upright enough to bite me, but each one is like a jackhammer to a cracked glacier, sending fissures of pleasure and pain through my body.
I squeeze her ass tighter now, trying to get more of me in contact with more of her, and it feels so good I can barely think through it. She lets out a breathy moan and digs her teeth into my chest again. I can’t think or breathe or stop. Nothing will interrupt this now.
I pound into her harder, faster until her legs wrap around my thighs to keep her from bounding back against the table with each thrust. Her cunt squeezes me so tightly I can’t focus on anything else. Until she shouts, “I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop.”
Each thrust is faster, harder until the table itself is sliding underneath her. So I lift her into my arms, cradling her into my body, and carry her to the wall. With her back against the wall, I squat enough to sink farther into her body and then straighten to press deeper, using the wall for leverage.