She moaned. “No fair. You’re all ripped and shiny and mostly naked, and I have no willpower.”
“You don’t need any.” I pushed my hands beneath her tank and freed the clasp of her bra. “Let me have you, Eva.”
I sucked in a slow, deep breath as she reached under the elastic of my waistband and gripped my cock.
“Yum,” she whispered. “Look what I found.”
“Angel.” I cupped her ass. “Tell me you want it exactly the way I want to give it to you.”
She looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “And how would that be?”
“Here. On the floor. Your jeans caught around one ankle, your shirt pushed up, your underwear shoved to the side. I want my cock inside you, my cum filling you.” I slid my tongue along the racing pulse in her neck. “I’ll take care of you once I get you to bed, but right now … I just want to use you.”
She trembled. “Gideon.”
Banding one arm behind her thighs, I pulled her feet out from under her and lowered her carefully to the carpet. My mouth found hers soft and hot and wet, her tongue licking mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck, trying to hold me. I let her, my knees straddling her hips, my fingers opening her jeans.
Her belly was flat and silky smooth, concaving with a giggle when my knuckles brushed her sides. Her ticklishness made me smile into our kiss, joy filling my chest until it felt too small to contain it.
“You’ll stay with me,” I told her. “Wake up with me.”
“Yes.” Her hips lifted to help me yank her pants down.
I freed one leg and left the other trapped, my hands pushing her thighs open so I could see her. Her panties were skewed from pulling off her jeans, giving her just the look I wanted.
She was my wife. My most valuable possession; I treasured her. But I loved her slutty and dirty, too. A sexual object for my pleasure. The one woman who could silence the memories in my head and set me free.
“Angel.” I slid down, lying prone, my mouth watering for the taste of her.
“No,” she protested, her hands covering herself.
I pinned her wrists at her sides and glared. “I want you like this.”
“Gideon—”
I licked her through the silk and she arched with a whimper, her heels digging into the carpet and lifting her cunt to my mouth. I pulled her panties aside with my teeth and uncovered the impossibly soft skin. A rough sound left me, my dick hardening to the point of pain.
Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked her, licked her. Felt her tense up. I released her hands, knowing she was mine now, helpless to fight me.
“Oh God,” she breathed, writhing. “Your mouth …”
Spreading her wide with my shoulders, I tongued her, driving her to come. Her fingers pulled at my hair, tugging painfully at the roots, spurring me on until she climaxed with a startled cry. I licked inside her, fucking her, feeling her quiver around my tongue. She grew slicker, hotter.
I rubbed against her clit and slid two fingers inside her, grinding my hips into the floor at the feel of her tight plushness. My cock ached to sink into that snug heat, knowing how amazing it felt, craving the constriction.
“Please,” Eva begged, grinding into the thrust of my fingers, needing the slide of my dick to fill her.
I wanted to fuck. To come. Not because I needed sex, but because I needed her.
Her body twisted and tensed with another orgasm, her neck arching as she cried out.
Wiping my wet mouth on her inner thigh, I rose to my knees and shoved my sweats down. I placed one hand on the floor and used the other to aim my cock, levering over her and notching the throbbing head against her. I thrust hard, putting the weight of my body behind it, surging through the tight clasp with a groan.
“Gideon.”
“Christ.” I rubbed my sweat-slick forehead against her cheek, wanting her to smell like me. Her nails were in my back, digging in. I wanted them to mark me, scar me.