“Your speed, baby.” I pull the white hat off her head and tug on a lock of her long hair. “You’re in control, Lindy. This is your choice.” I run my hand along her throat and cup her chin. “You decide how tonight goes.”
She shrugs off her own coat and lets it fall to the floor, then pushes my coat off my shoulders and wraps her arms around my neck. “I choose you, Easton.” She licks her lips and smiles. “I choose us.”
And that’s it.
The strings holding me back—the ones that have been slowly fraying—snap.
I lift Lindy from her feet and crash my mouth over hers as she molds her body to mine. Her arms and legs wrap around me, begging to be held. Like I’d ever let her go.
I take two steps toward the king bed in the center of the room and lay her down in front of me. The moonlight filtering in from the hotel window illuminates her creamy skin. “You are so fucking pretty, princess.”
Her fingers move to the buttons on her silky shirt, and she slowly pops each one open until she sits up on her knees and shrugs her shirt off. A lacy white bra cups her perfect fucking tits, and my mouth waters as she reaches for me.
“I trust you, Easton.” Her cold hands reach under my shirt and press flat against my skin. “Like I’ve never trusted anyone else in my life. Make me yours.”
I swallow the emotion clogging my throat and rip my shirt over my head, then shove out of my jeans and yank hers down her legs. I need to see her. To feel her skin against mine. I drop a knee on the bed and wrap a hand around her throat. “You’ve been mine since the day I chose your life over mine, baby. All mine. Always mine. Even if you didn’t know it yet.”
Lindy
His words are like a balm to all the tattered edges of my soul.
He kisses away the tear I hadn’t realized had fallen from my eye. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Lindy.” His tongue invades my mouth as his hands skim over my skin. A callused palm cups my breast, and my nipple aches from the feel of his thumb brushing over it.
“Easton . . .” I plead and wrap my legs around his hips, dying to feel him against me. Inside me. Only his boxers and my panties separate us, but it’s too much. My fingers reach for his boxers. “Please . . .”
“I know what you need, baby,” he teases and bites down on my bottom lip, sending a shockwave straight to my core.
I lift my hips and grind against him, desperate for relief, and his hands quickly grip my hips and press them to the bed.
Big fingers skim the waistband of my lace panties as his hazel eyes deepen to a dark green right in front of me. “I’ve fucking dreamed of this moment for years, wife. I’d do anything for you, but even you can’t convince me to rush it.”
His tongue trails along my neck and down to my breast as he sucks my tight nipple into his mouth through the lace, and I cry out.
One hand slides from my hip into my panties, and goosebumps break out over my already-heated skin before his fingers drag through my sex, sending me spiraling through the stratosphere. “Your pussy is soaked, baby.”
Those green eyes look up at me for a moment, and that dimple I love pops deep in his cheek as he slips one blunt finger inside me. Then another. Stretching me. Filling me in a way no man ever has. His rough thumb rubs circles around my clit, and I moan, frantic and needy.
“Is this for me, Lindy?” he groans as he licks into my mouth. “Are you wet for me, baby? Have you been dreaming about me fucking you?”
“Yes,” I cry out as his filthy words make my clit throb with need.
My stomach quivers when nerves mix with excitement. “Give in, Lindy. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
His rough thumb circles my clit, teasing me. Torturing me. Working me into a frenzy. “Easton,” I beg as his fingers curve to hit a spot deep inside me.
My core tightens as Easton looks down on me with a heavy-lidded heat in his dark eyes.
He pulls his fingers out, and my eyes fly to his, suddenly empty and confused.
Desperate for this not to end.
But he just smiles that lazy smile and traces my lips with his fingers, pushing them onto my tongue. “Suck.”
I tentatively dart my tongue out and trace the pads of his fingers, then do as I’m told and suck his fingers clean. My own tart taste explodes against my tongue, and Easton’s already endlessly dark-green eyes deepen.
He pulls back as I swirl my tongue around his fingers. “Good girl.”
Pleasure blooms deep in my chest, liking the sound of that. I lean up and capture his lips with mine, sharing the taste. Pushing my tongue in his mouth and letting him suck it.
I scrape my nails down his chest and around his waist. Digging into the soft skin above his ass, I moan. “Easton . . .”
“I know what you need, baby.” His hands find the sides of my panties and tear them from my body.
Fuck, that’s hot.
He moves off the bed and drops to his knees before he yanks me to the edge, throws my legs over his shoulders, and settles himself between my thighs. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to taste this pretty pussy, princess.”
Dark eyes peer up at me with a wicked grin, and I wonder how I ever thought I could live without him.
“That’s my good girl. You doing okay, baby?”
I nod my head, unable to answer him as emotion overwhelms me.
“I need your words, wife. Remember. This is your show. I need to know you’re okay.”
“Don’t stop, husband,” I whisper and lean back on my elbows, unable to look away from the fucking god of a man between my legs.
“Fuck, baby. Never gonna get tired of hearing that word on your lips.”
His words fan the flame of my already-insane desperation.
Easton drags his flattened tongue slowly through my pussy.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he laps at me. Then he growls against my sex.
Vibrations pulse through me, and I pant, unable to catch my breath as I watch the sinful sight in front of me. I dig my fingers into his sandy-brown hair and tug as I press myself against him.
He spears my pussy with his tongue, then slides a finger in so he can go back to tonguing my clit. And, oh God, it feels so good. Too good.
He pushes down on my pelvis with a flat palm and feasts on me until I’m screaming. Sucking my clit. Teasing me. Bringing me to the brink. Until darkness tinges the corner of my sight, threatening to overwhelm me, and my entire body is lighting up. Electricity covers every inch of my skin.
I tug his hair, unable to think or speak or focus on anything except the way his mouth feels against me. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore . . . when my body refuses to believe anything can ever feel better, his teeth finally scrape over my pulsing clit, and my back arches off the bed, while I scream out his name, and explode on his tongue.
Easton drags his tongue through my drenched sex and over my clit one more time, absorbing the aftershocks wrecking my body. Then he grabs his wallet from his jeans and smiles devilishly. “Such a good girl.”
He cradles my face in his hands and drags his mouth over mine.
Kissing me reverently.