Willa let herself in the church, relieved when she heard Lucky in the shower. Smiling mischievously to herself, she took her clothes off and slipped on the bra and panty set Sex Piston had given her. She barely had time to throw her clothes in the hamper and arrange herself on the bed. With no time to spare, she found the remote on the nightstand.
Lucky was drying his hair with a towel with another knotted casually on his hips when he came to a stop in front of the bed, his mouth dropping open.
“How was the progress going at your house?”
“Good.” Willa didn’t cross her fingers. She was sure the house was progressing fine. She raised the remote in her hand. “Want to play?”
“Yeah, I want to play.” He threw the towel in his hand on the chair then jerked the one around his hips off, tossing it on top of the other one.
Willa giggled when Lucky jumped onto the bed. Before he could touch her, though, she scooted away.
“I love you so much, Lucky.”
“I love you, too, siren. Come here.”
Willa shook her head teasingly. “Ask me how much.”
“How much?”
“Ask me how much I love you.”
Lucky’s expression turned serious. “How much do you love me?”
Willa held her arms apart as far as they would go. “This much.” She crawled forward, wrapping her arms around him.
Lucky twisted his body until she was lying underneath him. “Siren, there are no words to describe what I feel for you.”
“There aren’t?”
“No, but I can show you.”
Lucky proved it to her with each brush of his mouth against her body. When his hand took hers, placing it on his cock, he showed the desire he had for her. Willa took his hand, showing him her body’s response.
She brushed her mouth against his nipple. “I have something to confess. I like your tattoos.”
“Thank you.”
“A lot.” She pushed him back on the bed, rising over him, her breasts brushing his chest. The bra she had on barely contained them. Willa placed one knee on the other side of his hip, straddling him. “Am I too heavy?”
Lucky’s hand smacked her butt, and Willa’s hand went back to soothe the slight sting while she pouted down at him.
“You could have just said no.”
“I thought that answer would be more effective.”
“Kind of puts me out of the mood,” she said.
“Let me see if I can help you find it again.” Lucky grinned unrepentantly up at her, each hand sliding up a thigh until they met at her pussy with his thumbs resting on her clit.
Willa ground herself down on him.
“Nope.” Lucky took his hands away.
“You do want to make love, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Lucky arched his hips underneath her, pressing his cock against her mound. Then his hands went to her breasts, tugging them out of the bra cups until they were pushed up and framed by the leopard material. “Lord have mercy,” Lucky breathed.
Willa placed her hands on his chest, exploring the ridges of his muscles. “I say that every time you touch me,” she confessed.
She kissed the firm jaw that made her melt. Then she licked the groove of his throat, feeling him swallow hard.
The women at her bachelorette party had all shared the particular trigger that made them horny. Just looking at Lucky made her feel that way: each time he stood next to her when church released, when he winked at her, when he swiped another oatmeal cookie, or even when he became angry because she insisted on serving him at the table. There was nothing about her husband that she didn’t like … except for one thing.
“Quit teasing me,” she moaned when he put his hands behind his head.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?” He smirked up at her.
Willa’s eyes narrowed on her arrogant husband, believing he needed to be taken down a peg or two. Having been observant long enough to know what Lucky’s trigger was, Willa gave her husband a saccharine sweet smile that brought a worried frown to his brow.
She scooted down his body, bringing her breasts to his eye-level, then unclasped the front closure, letting her tits swing free. Lucky’s eyes widened. He leaned forward, but before he could trap a nipple in his mouth, she slid down farther, placing butterfly kisses on his flat stomach. When she heard his groan, she slipped her legs between his. Taking his cock in her hand, she adjusted her body then seductively—she hoped—rubbed his cock against her breast, using the crown of his dick to tease her nipple. When his hands clenched the sheets, she knew she had him.
She lowered her head, flicking the tip with her tongue to make it wet, and then pressed it against her nipple. His eyes glazed over when he saw the moisture clinging to her nipple.
Her head lowered again, and this time, she twirled her tongue over the entire head before rising and placing the tip against her other nipple.
“Siren…” He didn’t have to tell her; she could tell from his expression he was about to lose control.
Quickly, she pressed his cock in the cleft between her breasts. Using her hand, she stroked him as fast as she could, and he practically ripped the sheets off the bed he came so hard. Willa waited until he quit shuddering before releasing him and crawling back up to lie next to him.
Lucky turned to his side. “Remind me never to get you mad at me.”
“I will.”