Page 153 of Carnal Wagers

I dipped my knifeless, cameraless hand beneath the sagging fabric, letting it hover over her warm body, and stalked around to her back, where her gaze couldn’t follow. My hand sank lower to cup her pussy over her thermal pants. She huffed wanton little rasps as her hips sought out more than that touch.

“Me.”

“I already have you. Try again.”

“I’ll let you tie my legs up.”

“Good girl.” That was exactly what I wanted to hear. “Now open your legs wide, and no matter what I do, keep them open.”

“For how long?”

“Until we’re done.”

“But…that’s impossible.”

I smirked. “Yes, it is.”

“You bastard,” she huffed out indignantly.

I kissed behind her jawline below her ear as I traced two fingers along her seam. “I’ll make it worth your while. An orgasm for every minute and a half you hold out. Willing to play?”

She groaned but nodded her compliance. Her legs stretched out in the air, making her body the perfect star to welcome me home.

“That’s my good wife,” I whispered in her ear. Her head turned mid-pant, her lips grazing mine. “I never realized how good those words sounded before you. My wife.”

“Not even with Sarah?”

I nuzzled her hair. “No, only you.”

“Why?”

“Do you really want to talk about another woman?”

“If it helps me understand you.”

I nibbled on the tip of her earlobe and licked the tip. Jaysus, the taste and smell of her were enough to push me to the edge. Sweet and spicy and so bloody feminine.

“Sarah and I were a poor fit, not like us. I married her for the wrong reasons and never loved her. I don’t think she loved me either. She never understood me or my world. Not like you. You understand me, síbhean. And your body absolutely does.”

I circled around her to view her opening herself to me willingly, despite the layers of clothing still keeping her beautiful cunt from me. Tied up at my mercy, she was a vision I never wanted to look away from. I stared and stared, palming my dick in my pants. This view deserved to be framed and proudly displayed in our bedroom.

“Cillian,” she growled after nearly a minute went by of nothing but my gaze lecherously taking her in.

“Impatient? I’m not.”

“Arrête de barguigner,” she grumbled, her legs taking on a slight tremble.

“English.”

“Get on with it!”

I sniggered and unbuckled my harness. It dropped to the ground, followed by my own jumpsuit and the thermals fitted over my clothing. I folded each to her great annoyance. Once a small pile lay atop her shoes, I made quick work of shearing the bottom of her jumpsuit off her. It pooled at her feet, and I rewarded her with a swipe of my knuckles over her covered pussy lips. She bucked in response.

“Now we’re going to get started.”

I untied her shoes and took each off with reverent kisses over her clothed legs. Then I pulled the thermal pants down to her knees and directed each foot out before pushing her legs back into position. Her leggings underneath stayed on, and I sheared through their inseam with one well-placed snick of my knife. Her underwear suffered the same fate.

“I liked these.” She pouted.