“Yeah?” The hint of a smile tipped his mouth. “And how do you suggest we start?”
Hoping to lighten the mood, she said, “Well, I don’t know about you, but I have a badass diamond eternity band that is worthy of a celebration all on its own.”
He laughed as she’d intended. She leaned in and kissed him again. He kissed her back, sweetly, tenderly, but she wasn’t in the mood for sweet and tender.
She broke the kiss as more lightening lit the room with strobe-like effect, followed by a loud crack and rumbles of heavy thunder. Rain came next, pelting the roof and windows. Texas storms could be fierce. They could blow over in a matter of minutes, or be slow moving and linger for hours. And that’s what she wanted. Wild, like the storm kicking up around them.
She slid off the sofa and faced him. “I am curious, though. Would you like your dessert in the living room?” she asked as she toyed with the thin strap of her dress, letting it slide off her shoulder. She definitely had his attention, because his gaze zeroed in on her newly exposed cleavage as she gave the other strap the same treatment. “Or served in bed?”
“Can’t I have both?”
She shrugged her shoulders with the sole intent of losing her dress. “I don’t know. Can you?” The gauzy fabric fell past her breasts and rested momentarily on her hips, until she did a little shimmy and the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her naked except for the silk thong, the scrap of material covered with ostrich plumes that spread enticingly over her waxed skin.
He reached for her, his fingers digging into her exposed bottom as he hauled her near for a closer inspection of her panties. “Were these expensive?” he asked. He smoothed his hands over her bared backside, his thumbs tangling in the thin straps of the thong.
“A little. Why?”
“Because they’re history,” he said and tore them off her.
She gasped when he pulled her down to the sofa and pushed her legs wide. “I’ll have my dessert here, and again later in the bedroom,” he said as he moved between her thighs. “And maybe out on the deck.” He dragged his hands down her legs, then settled her calves over his shoulders, leaving her open, vulnerable.
He held her gaze, his own heated with desire and a little bit of mischief. A slow, lazy smile moved over his mouth as he used his fingers to tease her already drenched sex, then with agonizing slowness, pushed two fingers inside her. “God, you’re fucking wet,” he said, his voice hoarse and husky. “I’m going to make you come right now, just so I can taste you.”
Her body clenched around his fingers as he stroked her. He continued to hold her gaze captive as he went deep, then turned his hand and sought that place he knew would send her over the edge. Using the pad of his thumb of his other hand, he ramped up the pressure by rubbing against her throbbing clit. She tried to rise up on her elbows so she could see his hands on her, but he had her in a position where she was trapped, spread open for his pleasure. He pressed harder, rubbed at her g-spot until a wave of pleasure slammed into her so hard and fast, she lost her breath. The shockwaves of the powerful orgasm consumed her, rocked her. Before she cooled, he changed tactics and stroked her again, going deep and retreating, then plunging into her again and again, until finally, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.
A wild moan of pure pleasure coalesced with the pounding storm outside. He licked, he kissed and teased. He drove her crazy.
He lifted his head and gave her a sexy smile. “Just as sweet as I remembered,” he said, then gently teased her overly-sensitive clit.
She nearly came off the sofa when he used his hands and his mouth to pleasure her a second time. “Ford,” she cried, but he ignored her and continued his assault, using his teeth and tongue in such delicious ways, she thought she would die from the increasing pressure building inside her again.
She tugged at his hair to stop him, because she was certain she was going to die, but he continued to ignore her as he feasted on every inch of her. She yanked on his hair, hard.
He looked up and cocked an eyebrow. “Do that again,” he warned, “and I’ll tie your hands behind your back.”
She didn’t believe it possible, but the thought of being completely at his mercy made her even hotter. A heaviness settled in her pelvis, her clit throbbed almost painfully. Her need for another release verged on desperation.
She let out a long, slow hiss of breath when his teeth lightly grazed her clit, followed by the whorl of his tongue around that bit of swollen flesh. Her nerve endings were close to exploding. “Ford, please,” she cried, her voice a hoarse whisper.
“Please what?”
“Please,” she begged again and reached for his hair, but when he hiked that eyebrow upward, she withdrew her questing fingers, unwilling to test those particular boundaries at the moment. “I need to come.”
That sexy as hell grin returned, full of arrogance and a hint of danger that thrilled her. He slid not two, but three fingers deep inside her and pumped.
“Do you?” he asked, stroking her, filling her, teasing her.
Her head fell back. “Yes,” she cried. Her legs trembled. “Now. Please.”
He pulled his fingers from deep within her and slid his hands beneath her bottom, lifting her higher. He teased the crease of her bottom as he held her suspended, then covered her pulsing sex with his mouth and sucked her, hard.
In an instant, she called out his name on a harsh, ragged cry as the overpowering orgasm ripped her apart. Her body bowed in his hands as the heart-stopping tremors cascaded over her, rushing through her blood, leaving her limp and spent.
As her heartbeat slowed, he lowered her to the sofa with great care, then began placing tender kisses on her abdomen, moving upward as he kissed a path over her heated flesh to her breasts. He gently squeezed and kneaded each one, then flicked his tongue over her taut nipples, first one, then the other. Eventually, he left her breasts and kissed his way up her neck, to her jaw, and finally, he claimed her mouth and kissed her long and slow.
She tasted herself on his tongue, and heaven help her, it excited her. He ended the kiss and brushed the hair from her face. “Stand up and bend over, because I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name this time.”
Her eyes widened, momentarily stunned by his words. They’d never been shy when it came to sex, But this more dominant side of him was definitely newer territory. She was instantly turned on by the rough way he spoke to her.
“You sure about that?” If he wanted to talk dirty to her, then he’d better be willing to accept equal measure from her. “I want you in my mouth.” Still spread eagle and naked before him, she held his gaze and dragged her tongue seductively over her lower lip. She swept her hand down her abdomen, resting her fingers at the top of her sex.
If his eyes went any darker, they’d be black. “We’ll see who screams whose name first.” He dragged her up from the sofa and gave her bottom a playful swat when she bent to pick up her discarded dress. “Leave it,” he said, then urged her toward the stairs.
She tried not to feel too self-conscience walking up the stairs in front him while stark naked and he still completely dressed, but it wasn’t easy. He’d kept her off balance all day and again now, and she had a feeling that’s exactly the way he wanted her.
“You have a great ass,” he said as he gave her another firm pat on the rump.
That had her quickening her pace. She crested the top step and had barely crossed the threshold into the bedroom when he roughly grabbed hold of her and pushed her up against the wall. He kissed her. Hard. Possessively. Letting her know that he was the one calling the shots. All day long she’d endured the subtly of his touch, his veiled words, all by design. At any point during the day, all she’d have had to do was give him a sign and they’d have spent the afternoon in bed together. But she’d waited. Deliberately, knowing she wasn’t the only one who’d been hovering on the edge.
Her patience was paying off in spades. Despite how he’d already completely pleasured her
, her body remained alert and responding to the way he was manhandling her.
She dragged her lips from his. “If you want to fuck my mouth,” she told him, “then strip, sailor.”
His eyes narrowed at her course language, but she was way too turned on to be embarrassed. “Be careful, Mattie,” he growled close to her ear. He banded his arm around her waist, holding her to him. “You’re testing patience I no longer possess.”
If she wasn’t already drenched and needy, she certainly would be now. “I like this side of you,” she admitted.
“You sure about that?”
“Oh, yes,” she said on a breathless whisper. She settled to her knees in front of him. “I want to taste you.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice strained.
She smoothed her hands up the back of his legs and placed teasing kisses on his thighs, inching closer to his thick, throbbing penis. “Of course, I do.”
He tucked his finger under her chin and tipped her head back until she was looking up into his desired-filled eyes. “I’ll never hurt you.”
She frowned. “I know that.”
A slow smile curved his mouth and the gleam in his eyes turned positively wicked. “Then take me in your mouth,” he ordered, his tone commanding. “And if you don’t keep your hands at your sides, I’ll tie them there.”
Heat pooled in her sex at his erotic threat. He held his cock for her as she slowly took him into her mouth. She suckled him, pulling him in as he slowly moved his hips, pumping deep into her throat. Her instinct was to hold his hips, to control the situation, but he wasn’t having it tonight. There was no doubt in her mind that while she might have set this evening in motion, Ford was definitely the one in the driver’s seat now.
Not that she objected. She’d been the only one in charge for so long, letting go, giving up that control to Ford and his hot, sexy demands was oddly liberating. By that same theory, she couldn’t help wondering if this wasn’t somehow cathartic for him after being subjected to the cruel whims of others and having no control.
He moaned as she pulled him even deeper. His fingers jammed into her hair and he stilled her movement, thrusting into her mouth. She breathed through her nose and fed whatever fantasy he’d been harboring.
His breathing grew ragged, then he abruptly stopped and pulled away from her. “Get on the bed,” he demanded, his voice harsh.
She licked her lips and hesitated just to see what he’d do.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and gave a gentle tug. “Get on the bed. Now.” The hoarse, rough sound of his voice had her sex slick with the need to feel him inside her. “Don’t test me.”
Slowly, she stood and climbed onto the bed, her knees cushioned by the mattress. From behind her, he urged her legs wider apart and with the head of his cock poised at her opening, he slowly filled her. A hedonistic moan of pleasure escaped his lips as he stroked her, sinking deep, then retreating, again and again.
Exquisite pleasure engulfed her. But this wasn’t about her. This was about him, and she was determined to make sure he knew it. She rocked against him, pushing her bottom up to give him deeper access to her core, clenching him with the walls of her vagina until he let loose with a wild groan as his own orgasm gathered strength.
“Deeper,” she encouraged him. “Harder.”
He wrapped her long hair around his hand. Then, without warning, he reared up and settled his free hand on her ass. He fulfilled the demands of her body by sinking himself to the hilt with each powerful thrust. She rode the long, hard length of him as he pushed into her. Her need pooled around the thick flesh thrusting inside her. He quickened the pace, causing a delicious friction that had her own nerve endings coming sharply into focus.
He pulled her head back, then his other hand, reached between her legs and caught her clit between his fingers. He gently squeezed and applied the right amount of pressure to send her flying over the edge. The orgasm rocked her, the explosion of sensation so strong, so powerful, she lost coherent thought. He let go of her and gripped her hips, holding her still as he drilled into her until he let out a moan, low and primal, as his own release tore through him.
She fell forward, leaning on her elbows, panting, her body still contracting around his. She let out a sound that could’ve been a chuff of laughter, but instead was the start of an onslaught of tears. Emotion clogged her throat, overwhelming her.
She eased away from Ford to curl onto her side. Vainly, she attempted to hide her tears, but failed as quiet sobs wracked her body.
“Oh God. Babe, I’m sorry.” He was beside her in an instant, pulling her into his arms. He brushed the hair from her face, his gaze filled with anguish and regret. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You didn’t,” she managed. “It’s just...it’s too much.” She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hands. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I never thought...it just hit me all at once. You’re here. You’re really home.”
He visibly relaxed and let out a breath, then pulled her closer and wrapped his big body around hers. He didn’t make her any promises he thought she needed to hear, or whisper empty platitudes or heartfelt confessions of love. He didn’t have to, because she knew in her heart, he’d never leave her again.
* * *
Ford had a smile on his face before he opened his eyes that had a lot to do with the feel of Mattie’s bare ass tucked up against his groin. He was pretty certain he was hard before he even managed to blink.
Careful not to wake her, he reached above his head and attempted to stretch, hoping to work the kinks loose. Tightened muscles protested painfully. He was sore in places he forgot existed, not that he was complaining.
He reached for his watch on the nightstand, then squinted trying to read the time. Last he’d looked, it’d been a little after three am before he and Mattie had called it a night, so he wasn’t all that shocked to see it was now close to eleven o’clock.
He let out a sigh and set the watch back on the nightstand. They didn’t need to be at her dad’s until five, but they did have a two hour drive ahead of them, and they still needed to pack up and load the car. The way he figured it, they had at least three hours to kill, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend that time than in bed with his wife.
“I’d ask if that was a gun in your pocket,” she said, her voice both soft and scratchy from sleep. “But seeing as you aren’t wearing any pants, I guess you’re just happy to see me.”
He slid his arm around her, his hand coming in instant contact with her breast. “You’re awake,” he said, placing little bites and soft kisses on her neck that made her moan and wedge her bottom more firmly against his erection.
“Leaky oil pan,” she said, turning her head slightly, giving him better access to her neck. “Rusty car parts soaking in gasoline.”
He kneaded the breast in his hand. “What are you talking about?”
“Smelly garbage cans.”
He chuckled, and thrust his hips against her curvy backside. “You have a strange idea of what constitutes pillow talk.”
She untangled her legs from his and moved so she was flat on her back. The sheet moved, too, dropping to expose her breasts. He waggled his eyebrows at her, then took one hard nipple in his mouth and gently sucked.
Her hips bucked as he suckled her. “Chick flicks,” she said with a quiet little laugh, then spread her legs for him. “Shoe shopping. Paying taxes.”
“Huh?” he murmured as he moved to her other breast. He cupped the weight of her in his palm and gently squeezed. Her back arched, and she shoved her fingers into his hair.
She rolled her hips again and slung her calf over his hip, widening her legs for him. “I’m trying to distract you,” she said.
He dragged his hand down her body, over her abdomen and lower, where he opened her folds. He gave her nipple one last tug before he slid his middle finger along her cleft to dip inside where she was hot and wet for him. “Yeah,” he
said, as he slowly explored her core, searching for that rough little patch that would have her willing to do anything for release. He looked down at her, at her half-lidded eyes, her pink, swollen lips. She had that well and truly loved look about her that had his erection swelling and throbbing. “That’s working.” He found the spot he was looking for and she let go with a long, low groan of pleasure.
He eased out of her, dragged his dewy fingers over her already pulsing clit. She let out a hiss of breath, so he took his time, teasing that sensitive flesh. When he moved over her and settled himself between her legs, his erection pressed insistently against her opening. “You do realize this is going to happen, right?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Make love to me, Ford.” The breathless whisper laced with need in her voice threatened his control. “Make another baby with me.”
He hesitated. Not because he didn’t want to make love to his wife, and not because she wanted to add to their family, but because he was moved beyond words or actions by the stark emotion, the fierce love in Mattie’s expressive green eyes.
Overcome by his own emotions, he lowered his head and kissed her, slowly, deeply as he sank into her, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. She gasped into his mouth, no doubt sore after their night of some pretty wild sex. He ended the kiss and braced his weight on his elbows. As they made love, he held her gaze and thrust into her hot, slick core as gently as he was capable of, trying to be considerate of any lingering tenderness she might be experiencing.
The tempo increased, his thrusts becoming harder, her body accepting the full length of him. “More,” she demanded, hungrily lifting her hips to meet his.
He picked up the pace and met her demands. She clung to him as their bodies slid together, slick with sweat. With supreme effort, he stilled long enough to snag one of the bed pillows and push it beneath her bottom. The angle gave him greater access and before long, she cried out as he pushed his body into hers again and again. With her head tipped back, she called his name, her voice frantic as the pleasure intensified.
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