Page 33 of Big, Burly Bodyguard

“This is what you do to me, Evie. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”

I nod even though he didn’t ask me any questions.

“Get on the bed, wife. Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

His heated words are sexy and make the pulse between my legs thrum.

He crawls over my body. “Tell me if it’s too much. We go at your pace.” His fingers trail down, teasing my breasts, circling my nipples until I arch into him. Then lower, stroking between my thighs with gentle precision that makes me gasp.

“Mitchell.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing a path down my body—neck, collarbone, breasts—lingering there until I’m breathless. He alternates between my breasts, sucking and nibbling on each nipple before he moves lower still, settling between my legs.

“Can I taste you, wife?” His eyes meet mine.

I nod, heart racing. “Okay.”

He lowers his head, his breath warm, first against my thighs, then the very center of me.

“You smell delicious,” he murmurs.

Then his mouth is there. Wet and hot and perfect. I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Oh… God, that’s…” Words fail as his tongue licks me with expert precision. The orgasm building in my body feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

His tongue circles my clit. Then he slides first one finger, and then a second inside me. I nearly levitate off the bed. For a few breaths, he simply pumps those fingers into me.

“Oh, Mitchell, yes,” I manage.

When he curves his fingers and strokes against my inner wall, pleasure nearly blinds me.

“Oh my God!”

Those fingers continue to work that spot, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth. Passion builds, and he holds my body down as I buck against him. Then I shatter with a cry, his name on my lips.

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fifteen

Mitchell

Her cry echoes in the room as she shatters under my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair like she's holding on for dear life. I taste her release, sweet and heady, and it takes every ounce of my Marine discipline not to lose it right there.

Christ, she's responsive. Like she's been waiting her whole life for this—for someone to show her what pleasure really feels like. I kiss my way back up her body, savoring every tremble, every gasp. Her eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, that strawberry-blonde hair fanned out like a halo.

“I love you, Evie,” I say.

She gives me a dreamy smile. “I love you.”

I hover over her, bracing on my elbows so I don't crush her. “You okay?” My voice comes out rougher than intended, laced with the need pounding through me.

“Better than okay,” she whispers, pulling me closer with a shy smile. “More. Please.”

“Yeah, wife, there’s more.” I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her making my cock throb. She's slick from what I just did, but I know this is her first time. I really don’t want to hurt her. So I go as slow as possible. “Tell me if it hurts, Evie. We can stop anytime.”

I kiss her forehead, then her lips, soft and reassuring.

Her legs lift, wrapping around my waist, pressing me closer. I sink deeper inside her.