“We’re on a deserted island and you’re helpless, lying on this bed when I burst into the room. I’m here to take whatever I want, and what I want is you.”
We’ve never done much in the way of role-play fantasy, but Dane’s words make my nipples harden even more than I thought possible.
“Strip. I want to see my prize.”
His voice is deeper, and I let myself fall into the fantasy.
“Don’t hurt me. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.” I reach for the hem of my dress and drag it up over my head, leaving just my bikini top in place.
“I want to see those sweet tits. Those hard little nipples. I’m gonna lick the salt off your skin before I take what I want.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he doesn’t have to take a damn thing because I’ll give it all willingly, but I go with the fantasy.
“Whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me.”
With one knee on the bed, Dane leans over me as I untie the bikini top from around my neck and let it fall.
“All the way off.”
I reach behind myself and unclasp the back strap before pulling it from my body.
“My lucky day.”
Dane’s other knee lands on the bed between my legs and his big hands close over my breasts, cupping and kneading them before catching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to squeeze and pinch. My hips lift as I writhe against him, seeking more. Needing more.
Dane’s cock finds my center, and I rock against it until it notches into my opening.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Hard up for it? How long has it been since you’ve been taken by a real man?”
“Too long,” I whisper.
“Not anymore. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”
He thrusts inside, burying his cock to the hilt.
Chapter 22
Dane
I don’t know where the hell the role play came from, but I go with it. The sweet, tight slickness of Kat’s pussy tells me she doesn’t have a problem with it either, and I pull back and power inside. Over and over, I thrust and retreat, taking my pleasure and giving it to her.
It has been too fucking long.
Somewhere along the way, I decided to follow her lead rather than laying down the law in the bedroom.
No more. This is how we’re going to be for the rest of our lives. She’s my wife, and I love every fucking inch of her.
“Please, please.”
Kat doesn’t have to finish her thought because I know what she wants. I adjust my hips to give her more pressure against her clit, rocking into her over and over. The orgasm is boiling up in my balls, but I’m not ready to be done yet.
I pull out. “I want you on your knees.” I grab her by the hips and help her roll over, pulling her ass up so she’s at the perfect level.
With a groan at the sight of her sweet ass, I bury myself back inside, reaching around to strum her clit while I pound into her.
Kat screams, and I guarantee anyone within a hundred yards of this thatched-roof hut can hear her coming as she squeezes my cock tight. It takes everything I have not to pound my chest like a primitive asshole at the thought.
She’s fucking mine.
Only mine.
I don’t let up. I want one more orgasm from her.
“Give it to me again,” I demand.
“I can’t,” she moans.
“You can.”
I go harder, more pressure on her clit, and the telltale flutter of her inner muscles tells me she’s close again.
“I want you to scream for me.”
The sound that breaks free from my wife’s throat is just as primal as the possessive feelings hurtling through my blood. My own roar joins it as I explode inside her.
For long moments afterward we still, our lungs heaving, until Kat’s elbows collapse and she falls forward.
“Holy. Shit.” She whispers the words, and I feel them all the way to my balls. “I don’t know what just happened, but I want to cast my vote for that happening again. A lot. And soon.”
A laugh gathers force, coming straight from my gut, and drowns out the sound of our labored breaths.
“Thank fuck. I second that.” I lower onto my forearms and press a kiss to her shoulder. “I love you, Kat. Always and forever.”
She starts to roll over and I pull free from her body, albeit reluctantly. But it’s worth it when I see her passion-glazed eyes.
“I love you too. I’m never giving up on us.”
“Damn right you’re not.”
I take her lips, tasting the salt and the sweet all at the same time.
And then predictably when it comes to Kat, her stomach growls.
I pull back. “Let’s get you showered and fed.”
“Do you think we can avoid the swingers?”
With a shrug, I flop onto my back next to her on the bed. “It’s not like they’re going to try anything. They offered, and we said no. End of story. Nothing to worry about.”
Kat bites her lip, her unease coming through loud and clear. “But isn’t it going to be awkward? I mean . . . he offered you his girlfriend and you said no.”
“I don’t know how to put this without sounding like an asshole, but I’m pretty frigging sure that Anya is not Vander’s girlfriend. She’s . . . a toy.”
Kat’s eyes go wide, reminding me how sheltered she really is. “What?”
“Vander’s got money. Can’t miss that. I’m pretty sure whatever their arrangement is, it’s mutually beneficial.”
“So you think she’s a gold digger?”
“I think she’s whatever she needs to be in order to have someone provide the lifestyle she’s become accustomed to, and Vander happens to be the guy for the job right now.”
Kat’s features screw up in distaste. “I just don’t get it. I’m sure she could be successful at something and not have to rely on a man to get what she needs.”
Ahhh. There’s my wife.
“Not everyone thinks like you, babe. You work your ass off, but for other people it might be easier to go another route. That’s the way the world works.”
Kat’s stomach growls again.
“How about I go get us dinner while you take a shower?”
She nods. “I’m not a hundred percent sure I want to sober up, though. This is kinda fun.”