“Shuddup,” she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “You can talk.”
Her hand squeezed his cock. Swearing profusely, he removed her clever grip before he disgraced himself. He twined their hands together against her bare belly while he explored with the other, gliding two fingers through the slick folds of her *. She was so lush and lovely. Back and forth he traced, making sure he had her full attention.
“It’s my husbandly duty to help.”
“Is it now?” Her chin sunk to her chest, her head lolling forward. “Hurry, Adam.”
He hummed his disapproval. “It’s better if you wait.”
“You owe me.”
“That I do. Fair enough.”
He zeroed in her clit, rubbing either side, massaging and plumping the hard bead. The scent of her arousal grew heavy on the air, spurring him on. Louise tightened her hold on his hand, grinding bones together, and a long, low moan escaped her lips.
It was the sweetest sound in the universe.
“You can’t be too loud though, princess,” he murmured in her ear. Partly because it was the truth but more for the fun of it. “Shhh.”
Her pelvis bucked against his hand, which was telling.
He gently, quickly thrummed her clit and she fell into climax. Hottest thing he’d ever seen. Her * quivered against his palm. With a strangled cry, her whole body jolted, stiffening then wilting in his hold. Making Louise come was a wonderful thing.
Her breathing was full of static and the back of her neck damp with salty sweat. Impossible to resist—and why would he? She squirmed when he licked her, rubbing her rear against his hard cock. This woman—what she did to him. His stomach muscles clenched tight with need.
“All right?” he asked, slowly removing his hand from her pants, careful to make sure her legs would hold her.
“Very,” she sighed.
“Hmm.” Adam sucked his fingers clean and the side of her mouth slid into a lopsided grin. “You’re tastier than the food at Hali’s.”
“High praise.”
“Truth,” he said.
She stared at the lagoon, dark eyes a mystery. “We really going to do this?”
“Yes.” The “please” stayed silent. Coming from a position of strength could be important during negotiations.
Her shoulders rose as she breathed deeply. “I’ve never been skinny-dipping. You’d better be right about those cameras.”
“I am. No one gets to see your bare ass but me.”
“It’s big. And my breasts are small.”
“You’re wrong. Very wrong.” He shook his head and stood, started in on his belt buckle, then his fly. “Get your clothes off.”
But she hesitated, remaining on her knees. “First this.”
Cool hands slipped over his stomach, fingers sliding beneath the waist of his boxer-briefs. Excitement almost undid him. Dark eyes looked candidly up at him. When she licked her lips, he damn near swallowed his tongue.
“Don’t you think?” she asked.
As if he would disagree. “Oh whatever makes you happy.”
His cock sprang into her hand as if she had it tamed. Louise guided it to her waiting mouth, hot and wet and eager. She took nearly half of his cock at once and gave a couple of hard sucks, then pulled back, concentrating on the head, traveling all over it with her tongue. Adam locked his knees and held on.
What a lovely thing a wife was. Fuck…she was. Really, really lovely. He would be sure to tell her as soon as he could speak.
Reverently, he shaped his hands to her head and stroked her hair. She made a humming sound that reverberated through him in a most painfully pleasant way. His whole body shook. Fingers cupped his balls and massaged them gently, rubbed at the sweet spot behind his sac. His toes dug into the soles of his shoes and tension gathered at the base of his spine. So damn good. Too, too good. It had to stop. Because as nice as it would be to come in her mouth, he really did want to get into the lagoon with her, and the fact was that this was a public space—someone could come along. They couldn’t afford to dally too long.
“Stop,” he said in a choppy voice.
She pulled slowly back from his engorged cock, which was shiny and wet with her saliva. Louise waited on her knees for him. Gods, but she was a divine sight. He felt like a king receiving his due. Only he had never done anything nearly worthy of her.
“Why?” she asked.
“In the water,” he croaked, and held his hands down to her, brought her to her feet. “I want to fuck you in the water.”
They undressed quickly, quietly, and he helped her to step into the cooling pool. The temperature had no effect on his angry, throbbing cock. He drew her deeper, keeping a hand on the rocks lining the edge. They didn’t stop ’til her breasts bobbed, her nipples playing peek-a-boo with the surface. She was perfect. Her hair sat slick against her skull and a bead of water fell from the tip of an eyelash.
So pretty he could only stare.