Chapter 31

Coleson

I’m not just uttering pretty words; I fucking want my wife.

I bring her as close as I can without breaking my neck before I devour her sweet mouth. Her hard nipples press into my chest, and I moan loudly into her mouth as hot electricity runs through my body. She smiles against my lips, breaking the kiss, and fuck me, I love that smile. My cock is basically steel in my slacks as I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with her flowery scent. I lift her up, her boobs bouncing as her ass hits the counter. My fingers bite into the warm skin of her hips as she hisses out a breath at the cool surface, I assume. Our eyes meet, and the desire in her gaze has my heart skipping a beat or eight. I can’t fucking breathe. I run one of my hands up her ribs, cupping her breast before stroking her hard pink peak with my thumb.

“Coleson,” she gasps out.

I trace her jaw with my tongue before I nibble on her ear. Her breathing is labored, and I use my other hand to push her panties to the side. She groans as I fill her heat with two fingers easily, and everything inside me goes tight. Against her skin, I whisper, “I love how you’re always so wet for me.”

“Only you,” she groans as she tips her hips up, my fingers going deeper into. I’m gonna blow like a damn teenager; that’s how her words affect me. I don’t think my cock could get harder, but it does as I slide my fingers out and then slam them back in, rewarded with her strangled moan. I curve my fingers into her, hitting her where she likes best as my thumb finds that nub of hers that I am constantly dreaming of. It’s so taut, throbbing against the pad of my thumb, and I’m lost for her.

I nibble on her jaw, easing the sting with my tongue as I work her pussy. Her head tips back, giving me full access to her neck, and I take advantage of her sweet skin. I run my tongue along her flesh while I work her pussy, each time going deeper than before. Her little cries are better than a goal horn, and fuck, I want her to be louder. I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard between my lips as she rides my fingers, wanting her release.

And I’m going to give it to her.

Exactly how I want to.

I drop to my knees and remove my fingers. She protests for only a moment before I drag her to the edge of the counter. Her eyes are hooded, full of desire as I drape her legs over my shoulders. I open her lips for my viewing, taking in her slick heat, glistening only for me. “I don’t deserve this gorgeous pussy,” I mutter, feeling every single word deep in my soul.

She’s so fucking good. So perfect.

Before I can dig in, though, she captures my face in her hands and guides my head back to look into my eyes. “Yes, you do,” she tells me, her thumbs running along my jaw. “This pussy is yours. Now, make me come, Coleson.”

Fuck, I’m surprised I don’t come right there. “Oh, I have every intention of doing just that.”

I bury my face in between her thighs, and when she tilts her hips, giving me more access, I groan against her sweet heat. I run my tongue along her entrance and then through her folds before I find that bud I love so much. I circle my tongue around her clit, over and over, as her nails dig into my scalp, and she starts to grind against my face. Her cries are loud, echoing through the bathroom, and I’m mad for her. I flick my tongue against her clit repeatedly until she comes with the kind of roar I want to hear when I die.

Her body seizes up, the backs of her knees catching the fabric of my shirt and pulling it from where I had it tucked into my pants. She screams my name, and I know her nails have left dents in my scalp. Not that I care one bit. I lap at her sweetness, wanting to drown myself in her arousal. Once I’ve licked her thoroughly, I kiss her thighs, her belly, then both her nipples before I lick my way up to her mouth.

She is waiting for me, meeting my lips with hers just as her fingers thread through my hair. She meets me stroke for stroke, our tongues dancing and trying to dominate the other. She pulls away first, panting as she wraps her legs around my middle, bringing me hard against her soft, wet center. She rubs against me, and I groan against her lips as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Fucking hell, Wife, you’re driving me nuts.”

“Oh,” she murmurs against my lips. “I haven’t even gotten started.” I moan at that as she kisses down my jaw, undoing my belt. “Take your shirt off.”

I yank the shirt up and over my head, throwing it to the side as she pushes at my pants and the belt weighing them down, and they fall to my ankles. I step out of them as she nibbles along my shoulder, sucking and biting and ultimately driving me insane. To my surprise, she pushes me back and then stands to her feet in front of me. With her eyes on me, she pushes down her thong and then steps out of it before taking my hands in hers. She walks backward toward the shower, and I’m in awe of her. But I pause. “Let me grab a condom.”

She shakes her head as she gets on the shower bench on her knees. “You don’t need one.”

Before I can protest, she takes the base of my cock in her hand and then guides it into her mouth. Heat burns through me, gathering in my gut as I watch my cock disappear in her hot little mouth. She takes me deeper than I thought she could, and my balls ache to release. I gather her hair in one hand, holding it as she slides my cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and I swear, she is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.

Unable to keep the words in my mouth, I bite out, “You’re fucking beautiful, Eliza.”

Her eyes darken, and she takes me to the back of her throat, gagging a bit but recovering as she moves up and down my cock faster. Her grip on the base is hard, as is her grip on my thigh where she holds herself up. She looks like a fucking wet dream, an image I’ll use anytime I’m away from her. Shit, I feel myself about to blow. As much as I want to explode in her pretty mouth, I want her coming on my cock more. I squeeze her hair in my hand. “I want to fuck your sweet pussy.”

She pauses, and then like the spicy little thing she is, she runs her tongue up the underside of my cock. A drop of precome escapes, and she grins before flicking her tongue to catch it. My heart is pounding so hard, I feel like it’s about to break through my ribs as I lick my lips. “I gotta get a condom.”

She leans back, opening her legs and showing me how wet she is. “You don’t need one,” she repeats. “I’m on birth control.”

I blink, my cock throbbing, more precome escaping. I squeeze my cock, stroking it as I take in her center and then meet her gaze. “Are you sure? I’m negative. I get?—”

“I trust you, Coleson.”

My heart swells, and fuck me, it feels like she just knocked down a wall. “You do?”

She nods. “Yes, and I want to feel you fill me.”

My hand shakes at my side as I cup her jaw with the other, rubbing my thumb along her bottom lip while I give her a moment to change her mind. Surely she will, but then she stands up on the bench and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me flush to her body. I take her ass in my hands and squeeze her in my palms. She reaches between us, her eyes never breaking the intense contact we have before she grabs my throbbing cock in her hand. She hooks her legs at my waist, and I groan as she guides me to her entrance.

Time stands still as I thrust into her soft heat, her pussy squeezing me inch by inch. Once I’m in to the hilt, I take her by the back of her other knee and wrap her leg around my waist. She digs her heels into my ass as I press her into the cool tile. I grip her ass as I thrust up into her and then pull back out, the sounds of our flesh smacking together loud in the shower enclosure. I’m lost, the feel of her hot and slick around my cock so damn good, I don’t ever want to feel anything else. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and her cries are intoxicating. I watch her tits bounce as I fuck her hard, with a need I never knew I could possess for her.

“Harder. I’m almost there.”

Her words burn through me, and I do as she asks. I slam into her and pull back out, repeating the motion as she moves her sweet hips to meet me. “Come for me, Eliza. I’m right behind you,” I groan, digging my fingers into her ass as I hammer into her. She arches off the wall, and I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. I flick my tongue against her peak. And when she squeezes me hard, coming around my cock, I moan deeply against her skin, and I lean back to thrust up hard into her. I explode inside her, filling her. We both moan as the pleasure courses through us.

I still in her before pressing my forehead into hers. I throb inside her as she pulsates around me. I open my eyes to find her watching me, her eyes dark, hooded, and focused on me. I move my nose along hers before kissing the tip then her top full lip. I can’t look anywhere but into her eyes as she strokes the back of my neck with her fingers. When she kisses my bottom lip, her eyes never leaving mine, I know what I see.

She has fallen for me.

And as much of a bastard as it makes me, I hope she never tells me so.

Because I don’t know if I’ll hurt her—or scream the words back at her.