Page 29 of One Vow

“Anything you want.” Because no way in hell would I ever be strong enough to deny her.

She sat up and pushed me onto my back. And at this rate, she wasn’t going to have to touch me for something earth-shattering to occur. My world had already tilted, begun to spin out of control.

“I want you.” And the way she said it, made my heart pound just a little harder. Or maybe it was her hand on my chest. Or the leg she swung over to straddle my hips. Or the line of kisses she brushed from my earlobe to my chin.

My hands landed on her hips because she shooed them away from anywhere and everywhere else I tried to touch her. The torture was exquisite. Electric. Her hips ground against my dick, and I sucked in a breath.

“You like that?” She grinned and did it again.

“Uh-huh.” Because words were too much to manage with my wife. I loved thinking of her that way, on top of me, pushing her pussy into my cock, smiling like she’d invented the move. She bent to take my nipple between her teeth and twist, not gently but just hard enough that I felt it in my entire body. “Fuck, Lis.”

She lifted her head, eyes twinkling. “Oh, I intend to.”

And like the goddess she was, she sat up, shucked her shirt, and didn’t push me away when I circled her nipple with my tongue then sucked it, holding her around the waist and shifting my hips to increase the friction between my dick and her pussy.

I’d had plenty of sex, more than my fair share probably, and any number of women had sat on me, but this…my wife…our house…there probably wasn’t much chance anything in my life would ever be so perfect again. Even when she pulled away, pushed me back, and slithered down my body until she flicked her tongue out to lick my dick from base to tip. When she took me into her mouth, I gasped, held onto the blanket with white-knuckled fists, and tried not to come, but…fuck. I waited to pull her away, almost too long, then flipped us over.

Plenty of favor to return. To drive her mad with my mouth. I slipped her panties down her legs then dragged my hands up her thighs, fingertips against skin as I nudged her legs apart and stared. Nothing about this woman wasn’t beautiful. And I wanted to kiss it all. Every inch of her.

I leaned forward and teased her nipples, one with my tongue, the other with my hand, then kissed and sucked my way down her belly until she writhed and tried to reach to pleasure herself.

Not on my watch she wasn’t. I drew her hands away and held them, sucked one finger until she whimpered then lowered my head to her clit, swirled my tongue over her, and she half-moaned, half-gasped and tangled her hand into my hair and bent her knees, pushing her pussy up. When I slipped a finger, then another inside her, so wet, so fucking perfect, she cried out and rocked against every slide and flick.

Everything she did, made me want her more, made me want her to want me more. Her body went tense, and she tried to push me away, “Please, Finn. I want to come while you fuck me.”

But then she clenched her legs and held me in place. Her body pitched and tightened, and she cried out my name, gasping, riding my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her.

Hot.

Fucking incredible.

Mine.

When she stopped writhing and moved languidly against me, I lifted my head, and she smiled. “Fuck me, now.”

The three best words in the English language, especially the way Felicity said them.

I reached into the bedside table for a condom and rolled it on then smiled down at her. She ran her hand over my cheek. Stared into my eyes like there was some secret we were about to share. And heaven help me, I wanted that secret.

When I pushed inside of her, she wrapped her legs around my hips, locked her ankles, and held on. I slid deeper.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Her voice was soft, wistful, as if she knew the end was near for us. I held on tighter.

“Me, too.” I moved again, and she closed her eyes as I leaned in to kiss her. She had full pouty lips that deserved all the kisses, and my mission in life, from that moment forward, was to make sure she got them.

Instead of pounding into her, the way my body craved, I moved slow, every thrust punctuated by a kiss, a touch, a soft breath, or a look. Exquisite torture. “Is it always going to be like this?”

I closed my eyes and let her soft words roll over me before I answered. “I hope so.”

“Me, too.” She kissed my throat, nibbled the skin, sucked hard, then soft, then hard again, and I couldn’t hold on anymore. My hips moved faster even though my brain wanted to make this last all day.

I waited until her body went stiff and she cried out, clutched my shoulders, and squeezed my hips with her legs before I let go. “Lis…” For as long as I lived, there’d never be enough time with her. Naked or otherwise. “I love you.”

And I always would.

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Felicity