She grabs the hem of my white T-shirt and lifts it up my ribs. I take over and reach behind me, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. Then her hands are on me, rubbing my abs, my chest, wrapping around my biceps and squeezing.
I watch her stare at me, the way Mia has always stared at my body. Her eyes wide and absorbing, taking in every inch of me, lingering on the ink covering my arm, her name above my hip, and the muscles cut into my skin, looking like she’s never seen anything more beautiful before. It makes me feel conceited as fuck. I’m not an arrogant guy. I never gave a shit about what women thought of my body, even though I’ve always busted my ass staying in shape.
But Mia? Fuck, yeah, I want to be beautiful for her. I want her to always look at me like this.
She presses her lips to my chest.
My blood runs warm, warmer when her hands tug at my belt.
“I missed you,” she says, coming up on her toes and kissing my jaw. “So much, babe.”
I grab her face, guiding her mouth to mine, kissing her as my pants hit the floor. “Baby,” I moan, my breath hitching when she squeezes my hips, so close to my throbbing cock that’s pressing against her stomach.
She pushes against my chest. “On the bed.”
Fuck, yes. Finally.
I sit on the edge, ready to sink back onto the mattress for the ride of my life when she climbs behind me and wraps her arms around my front.
She sighs, kissing my neck and shoulder where the tiny scar mars my skin from when I was shot. Her hands spread across my chest. “The boys and I are going to the store in a bit so you’ll have some quiet. Try and sleep as much as you can.”
I look down at my cock tenting my boxers. “Angel, you just got me real fucking hard, and you expect me to sleep?”
“How?” she giggles. “From undressing you?”
I shake my head. “Living, Mia. Just you being here, loving me, fucking walking around this house wearing my ring and being mine . . . Jesus, yeah, I’m tired baby, but I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Not now. Not when I can be with you.”
She presses her front to my back, squeezing me tighter and moving her lips to my ear. “You, Benjamin Kelly, can be so sweet when you want to be.”
I grunt. “I’m sweet to you all the time.”
“Sometimes you’re just dirty.”
I turn my head. Our eyes lock. “You want dirty now?”
She purses her lips, fighting a smile. “No.”
“No?”
“I want you to get some rest.”
Leaning in, she seals our lips together, sucking on my tongue when I force it into her mouth, moaning a little and pressing her heavy tits against my back.
“You’re going to need it, Ben,” she whispers. “I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. And not just your cock, babe. I’m riding this sweet fuck-me mouth too.”
Jesus FUCK.
Groaning, I palm my dick, feeling like I could come right now just from the filth spilling past those perfect fucking lips.
“But only if you sleep.”
Kissing me one last time, she slips off the bed and scurries to the door.
What?
“Damn it, Mia,” I growl, falling back onto the bed, turning my head and watching her lean against the door frame and blow me a kiss. My body goes lax, sinking into the mattress. Fuck, it feels good to lay down. “I don’t need sleep,” I tell her, yawning at the end of my protest, rubbing at my face again and rolling over. “Not tired, Angel.”
I am so fucking tired.
My eyes close. I reach blindly for the pillow Mia used last night and press it against my nose.
Berries and cream. Fucking heaven right here.
“I love you.”
Mia’s soft voice and the latch of the door closing is the last thing I hear before sleep easily pulls me under.
I RUB A TOWEL OVER my head and down my arms, absorbing the water from my skin as I stand in the bathroom.
I’ve slept for close to ten hours. I feel reenergized and ready to fuck my wife into next week.
God, she has no idea what she’s in for, baiting me like that. Telling me she was going to ride my cock and my face before slipping out of reach. She’ll be lucky if I let her control any of this. Maybe after I’ve taken her bent over the bed and pounded her into the mattress I’ll let her grind that sweet, wet pussy against my face while she laps at my cock.
Maybe.
I just want to take and take and take tonight, fuck Mia until my body burns with exhaustion. Until there’s no space between us, no separation.
Nothing. Just us.
The boys are still awake. I can hear them tramping down the hallway as I pull on a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt. I open the bedroom door and step out, scooping up both of my sons and hauling them over my shoulder, growling at them while they squeal and squirm in my arms.
“Daddy!”
“DaDaDa!”
Mia moves toward us, shaking her head through a smile, those tight jeans on her hips looking like a damn second skin. Her shirt dipping low in the front.
Christ.
She motions at Chase’s bedroom door. “Bed time. Come on, Daddy.”
I give her a look. “Daddy? You calling me that tonight?”