“I like my version of this marriage better. It sounds more fun,” I said.
She pushed me back, her warm hands on my chest. “Get out.”
I liked seeing the fire in her gray eyes. “This is my house.”
“If we’re fake married, half of it is fake mine.”
I pretended to ponder that. “Have you noticed that this marriage is fake only when it benefits you?”
“It’s all fake,” she said, her eyes scanning my chest in a way that suggested she wanted to explore it. But she fought it by pushing me again.
I wrapped my fingers around my arms and pulled her close to me. She was warm and smelled sweet despite her sour disposition.
“This isn’t fake.” I pressed my hard dick against her belly, loving the flash of heat in her eyes and the hitch of her breath in response. I waited, wanting to give her a chance to push me or tell me no. I could see a tug-of-war going on in those pretty gray eyes. She was aroused. She wanted me, and it annoyed her.
I gave her a slow, knowing smile. “I think it’s about time I taste my wife again.”
Again, I waited for her response.
“You fight me on everything, Katrina. How about for once, you just let go and live?”
When she didn’t push me away, I dipped my head toward her and like an answer to my prayer, she leaned toward me. I pressed my lips to hers, at first soft and tentative, worried she might bite, literally. When she didn’t, I turned up the heat of the kiss. I was firm and thorough, planning to stay there and kiss her for as long as she’d let me because she tasted like a woman should; hot and sweet mixed with spice.
She moaned, although I wasn’t sure if it was in enjoyment or annoyance that she’d given in. I wasn’t just kissing her. She was kissing me back, and fucking hell, she was good at it. I slipped my tongue through the seam of her mouth to dance with hers.
I groaned, unable to hold back any longer. I picked her up and brought her to the bed.
“You taste so fucking good, Katrina.” I settled over her, kissing her until we couldn’t breathe. My hands pulled her dress up as the need to touch and taste her everywhere preoccupied my mind. I dragged my kisses lower, sucking on her nipple through the pretty lace of her bra. God, how long had I wanted to bury my face in her magnificent tits?
“Oh God.” She arched up like she was offering herself to me.
Inside, my brain was rejoicing. Finally, she was mine. I continued to kiss her, journeying down over her belly, pushing her panties down so I could discover the sweetness between her thighs.
I moved down, settling my shoulders between her thighs and slipping my hands underneath her backside to lift her sweet pussy to my mouth.
“I’ve wanted you like this forever,” I said roughly. And then I took what I’d dreamed about for over ten years. I buried my face into her hot, wet pussy.
She cried out, and it was like she was finally giving me permission to show her how good I could make her feel. I wasn’t going to fuck this up. My goal was to give her the orgasm of a lifetime.
I teased her clit, swirling my tongue around it, loving how her hips moved in rhythm to my ministrations. Her fingers laced through my hair and gripped my scalp. She was holding me to her, not pushing me away, thank fuck.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she gasped, her knees opening wider. She was mine now. All mine. It was a heady feeling to finally have this strong, guarded woman surrendering to me.
I pressed my hands against her thighs, opening them even more as I licked my way down to her pussy hole and then thrust my tongue inside her, flicking her sweet pink walls.
“Oh God…yes…yes.” Her hips were gyrating. She was fucking my face and I was the happiest man in the world. I used my tongue and lips to push her up and up, and just when she teetered on the edge of orgasm, I stopped.
“Ryder,” her voice sounded pleading.
It was music in my ears. I could live the rest of my life just making her talk to me like that. Beg me to make her come. So, I repeated my actions, fucking her with my mouth, bringing to the edge before backing off.
She whimpered. “Stop teasing.”
“Do you need to come?” I murmured against her pussy lips.
“Yes.” Her hips rose and she moaned.
“Do you want me to make you come?” I gave one quick lick through her pussy.