Say all those naughty words that set my skin on fire.
To take me like a man who needs to own every part of his wife would.
I just need him.
And that need both irritates me and consumes me.
I take two bottles of Guinness out of the fridge, grab two plates and napkins, and walk over to the living room, taking my seat at his side.
“Have you picked something for us to watch tonight?”
“I have,” I smile wickedly.
“Should I be concerned?” He laughs when he sees the mischief in my grin, placing a slice on a plate and handing it over to me.
“No. I don’t think so. I think you’ll actually enjoy this movie.”
“Is that so?” He continues to chuckle.
“Aye,” I retort, using his preferred dialect to drive the point home.
“Hmm. I’m intrigued. What’s it about?”
“Mobsters.”
He lets his head fall back and laughs a good-natured laugh, one that I seldomly hear from him and lap up like it’s pure sunshine.
“If it’s Goodfellas, The Untouchables, or The Godfather, I’ve already seen it. Besides those movies are more centered on La Cosa Nostra and The Outfit. Not really my cup of tea. I’m more of a Boondock Saints man myself.”
“Of course, you are.” I giggle. “And my baby brother Francesco prefers to binge Narcos.”
“Have you talked to him recently?” he questions absentmindedly, taking a big bite out of his pizza while I pick out the movie on Netflix that I want him to watch.
“I have. I called him this morning. Thank you again for giving me a phone. Talking to him makes me feel less homesick.”
“It was long overdue. I was just being a prick not giving you one sooner.”
“Wow. Honesty,” I tease.
“I’ve always been honest with you. You just never liked hearing my truth.”
“I like hearing it now.”
He snaps his head my way, his gaze falling to my lips for the smallest of moments and then back to my eyes.
“Put the fucking movie on, acushla,” he mumbles, ripping another bite out of his pizza before he decides to take a bite out of me.
“Okay. You asked for it,” I taunt, pressing play on the movie.
We both eat our dinner in silence as the story about a mafioso kidnapping a woman in the hopes she will eventually fall in love with him unfolds on the screen. Tiernan huffs and mumbles at the incredibility of a few scenes that depict our world, but for the most part, he’s attentive. Interested in the outcome even. It’s only when the sex scenes start that he goes rigidly quiet.
I, on the other hand, am very aware of every shift and move he makes, the moans on the screen only heating my already feverish skin. Every time the anti-hero grabs his love by the neck and kisses her I swallow dryly, remembering the feel of Tiernan’s fingers wrapped around my throat.
When my thighs push together to ease the ache in between them, I feel Tiernan’s gaze fall to my lap.
“I forgot,” he mumbles, running his thumb over his lower lip.
“Forgot what?” I breathe out, my traitorous voice hinting at the pain I’m currently in.
“I forgot that you know how to play dirty when it suits you.”
“How am I playing dirty, husband? It’s only a movie.”
“Is it? Or is this your not-so-subtle way to tell me you want to get fucked?” he arches a brow, his tongue licking his lips.
“I have no idea what you’re going on about.” I feign ignorance.
“Right. Because you’re that innocent.”
“Neither one of us is innocent, husband. You most of all should know that.”
“You’re right. I do. There are a lot of things that I know. Like how your pussy is drenched right now, aching for me to make my move and fill it up with my cock.”
I don’t even try to hide my blush away and instead just stare him dead in the eye.
“You don’t know everything, husband.”
“That’s true, too. I don’t know everything,” he whispers, tugging at the end of a strand of my hair. “But I know you.”
The scoff that comes out of me is just as unconvincing as the woman’s moans on the screen.
“Are you saying that if I put my hands on you right now, I wouldn’t find you wet and wanting?”
“I’m saying that you have a bigger ego than you have sense.” I smile sweetly at him.
“That’s not the only thing that’s big right now. Should I show you what I mean, acushla? All you have to do is ask.”
My heart beats in my throat as I watch him stroke the large bulge in his pants.
“Show me,” I whisper, my gaze glued to his large hand adding pressure to his sheathed cock.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he grunts. “But I’ll do you one better.”
Before I realize his intentions, his hands are on my waist, pulling me up from my seat and straddling me on his lap. I moan when his hard cock rubs against my sensitive clit.
“Now, isn’t this better?” He cocks a smile, his hands on my hips forcing me to rub up against him.
“Better for you, maybe. I’m not so easily impressed.”
“You always did like to make me work for it.” He chuckles, amused.
“Your memory is faulty, too. As I recall, I always did most of the work.”
“Then why break from tradition?” he coos, his rich ale breath tickling my neck as he leans into my ear. “If you want to get fucked, then I suggest you work for it.”
His words should embarrass me, but they don’t. In fact, they spur me on, making me rub myself against him without his added persuasion. I ride his cock, our clothes starting to bother me, wanting him inside me already. But if I’m to be left hurting, then by God, so will he. It doesn’t take long for both of us to be panting, my nipples hard as jewels each time they chafe against my shirt, while his hands cup my ass cheeks to keep our rhythm going. When I feel he’s starting to lose all decorum, I lean in and bite his scruffy jaw, using my tongue to lick up his cheek.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, dry humping me to the edge of oblivion. “Stop playing games, acushla.”
“Who says I’m playing anything?” I taunt, my teeth sinking into his earlobe.