Page 55 of His Secret Wish

She was almost at the second-floor landing, and she glanced over her shoulder, threw him a wink. He growled, took the stairs two at a time. The space between them shrunk with every step.

At the very top of the stairs she paused, probably not realizing how close he was. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her hip. She half shrieked and half laughed, and took off running down the hallway. He pushed his muscles to the limit, leaping to the landing. His pulse raced as he chased after her, feeling very much like a predator.

She was just about to duck into their bedroom when he caught her, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off her feet. She laughed again, wiggling against him, trying to get away. Like he was going to let her.

He strode into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. The only light in the room came through the high-up window. It was still snowing outside. He tossed her on the bed and went over and snapped on the bedside table lamp.

She was lying on her back, her elbows propping her up. The breath was heaving in and out of her lungs, making her breasts push against the top of her dress. Her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric. His mouth watered, needing to taste her sweet and salty skin.

“Now that you’ve got me, whatever are you going to do with me?” Her voice was low and husky, teasing but in the sexiest way possible. His cock hardened even more, making a massive tent in the front of his pants.

He walked over and locked the door. The click was loud in the quiet, like the boom of thunder during the storm last night. He turned back to her. In the seconds he’d been distracted, she’d taken off her dress, which was now an orange puddle on the floor, and had rearranged herself so she was leaning with her back against the headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her. He froze.

Jesus Christ, she was glorious.

Her hair was a tangle of wild, dark curls, some of it over her shoulders, some of it trailing down her back. She wore a matching bra and panty set made out of the sheerest white lace he’d ever seen. It was a beautiful contrast against her light brown skin. Her dark nipples pressed against the lace, begging to be licked and sucked.

His gaze traveled lower, over her little, rounded belly, across her generous hips, down her thick thighs to the tips of her toes. Every inch of her was gorgeous. More gorgeous than he remembered, now that she was in front of him in glorious technicolor. More gorgeous than the images he used at night in his head, when he couldn’t take it anymore, and he masturbated to take the edge off.

“You didn’t answer me.” Her throaty voice was threaded with need. Need he could easily understand, because it coursed through his own veins. “Now that you’ve caught me, what are you going to do with me?” She slowly slid her thighs apart.

The barely-there scrap of fabric they called panties was just as see-through and lacy as the bra. Which meant everything was on display. The dark curls, and the pretty pick center of her pussy.

His mouth watered again, and he was sure his tongue was hanging out. He could smell the musk of her arousal in the air. His cock jumped, aching in pants, wanting so badly to come out and play.

He tossed his tie aside and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. She watched him, her eyes heavy lidded, her lips wet where she’d swiped her tongue over them.

The air turned thick with the promise of sex, making his skin tingle, his muscles tense. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Her gaze gobbled up the expanse of his chest, the muscles of his abs. He flexed, liking the spark of heat in her eyes when she looked at him.

She laughed, the sound throaty and deep. “Yeah, baby, show off that body.”

It was his turn to laugh. Leave it to his cariño to keep him grounded. He undid his pants, slid down the zipper. Her amusement died a quick, but painless death, her gaze watching his every move. He pushed his pants down and kicked them and his socks aside. Leaving him in only his boxer briefs.

The air was cool, prickling against his skin. But he knew how he could warm them both up.

He climbed onto the end of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. She bit her lower lip, watching him with hooded eyes. He crawled toward her, keeping his gaze locked on hers. She reached behind her and undid her bra, drawing it down her arms and off, before tossing it onto the floor.

Her breasts were round and large, a little more than a handful. Her dark nipples, the color of a penny and tightened into hard little points, beckoned. Soon enough he’d have them in his mouth, on his tongue.

When he got close enough, he took her ankles and pulled her along the bed. Her hair was a mass of curls spread over the mattress. His fingers itched to run through the silky strands.

He crawled over her so he was looking at her face, keeping himself propped up on his elbows. He lowered the rest of his body down, until he was on top of her, his skin pressing against hers. His cock jerked against her belly, the fabric of his boxers wet from the pre-cum leaking out of him.

“I’m going to eat you up, just like the big bad wolf.” His voice was nothing more than a growl, his need too great for anything else.

She lifted her head and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. It was hot and wet, her tongue sliding into his open mouth. He slipped his hands into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. His lips ravaged hers, his tongue sliding against hers, meeting and clashing in a fiery battle.

She slid her arms around him, her fingers touching and brushing his skin, making it crackle with need. He loved her touching him, never wanted it to end. She gently scratched her nails down his back. His hips flexed, rubbing his fabric clad erection against her belly. He groaned into the kiss, and she swallowed the sound.

Her hands slid lower, and then under the waistband of his briefs. His skin prickled everywhere she touched. She grabbed one of his ass cheeks and squeezed. One of her fingers slipped between his cheeks, gently brushing against his back entrance. His hips flexed again, grinding his cock against her.

He broke off the kiss with a gasp that turned into a moan. “Oh, fuck.”

“You like that? I know you do.” Her whisper held an edge of wickedness. She swept her fingers back and forth over the sensitive spot, pressing just a bit harder with every pass. This was something they’d experimented with over the years, and it turned out that they both enjoyed it. They hadn’t gone the full distance, however, mostly kept it to touches and the occasional kiss.

Pre-cum leaked out of cock like a sieve, his hips rocking against her in a frantic rhythm. He was going to come if she didn’t stop. And while the need to orgasm was right there on the surface, ready to go, he didn’t want to come in his underwear.

With a groan, he reached back and pulled her hand out of his briefs, and then rolled to his knees and off of her. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.