We raced into the elevator in our building. Only this time, we started unfastening buttons as our mouths devoured
each other.
Jeremy fought the keys in the penthouse door until he kicked it out of his way. The keys landed on the floor with a pile of clothes. I spun in his arms as he kissed my neck. He flicked the clasp on my bra and it slid off my shoulders. His arms circled to my breasts, holding them in his palms.
“Ohh,” I moaned. My nipples were sensitive. He plucked them roughly as my hips began to jerk into him.
One hand slid over my swollen belly and slipped inside my pants between my legs.
“Fuck, Evie. You are wet. My sweet dirty girl,” he growled.
I nodded, unashamed about how different my body was now. Of how eagerly it responded to his touch. I gasped when he separated my soft petals and began to stroke my clit. My knees buckled and I inhaled his fingers into my pussy as I sank onto his hand.
“I’m not moving my hands,” he growled in my ear. “I’m going to keep fucking you with my fingers and twisting this tit until you come hard like this. I want you to take your pants off while I keep you happy.”
My hands slid to my waist and I began to wiggle out of the jeans that I couldn’t button anymore. The more I wiggled, the deeper his fingers pumped.
“Oh, Jer.” I was breathless. He was driving me wild. My juices coated his finger. I’d never been this wet in my life.
“Do it,” he ordered. “And don’t you dare come yet. I think I’ve changed my mind. I have a surprise for you.”
I nodded and tried a second time to control my core from bursting with an explosion. I was slow and deliberate as I pushed the denim off my hips. I threw my head back on his chest, gasping for a breath when I had completed the task.
It had been so long since he had treated me this way. Since he had commanded my body. Since he had asked for my surrender. I needed this. I wanted to be his again.
He plucked my tit and I cried out.
“Shh,” he hushed me. “Does it feel good?”
I nodded. “So good. I’ll do anything, Jer.”
He groaned in agony. His lips left a blazing trail on my neck as he lowered to his knees. He cupped my ass roughly. He kissed one cheek and then the other.
“Ohh,” I whimpered. I wanted so much more. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to penetrate me. He didn’t have to do much for me to feel the ultimate sensation from my rosebud. Just something. “I want it, Jer,” I begged. “Take it.”
He growled. “Walk into the bedroom and get on the bed. On your knees, baby.”
I didn’t know if I had the stability to make my legs work. I was so shaken with needy lust. My body quivered with it. This baby was making me a crazy sex goddess. But if I wanted mind-blowing sex with my husband, I had to find a way to make my legs work and walk the length of the damn hall.
I took one step in front of the other and before I knew it, I crawled on top of the white comforter. The bed was littered with colorful pillows. I had slowly migrated more into our bedroom. Jeremy never complained as the collection grew.
There were heavy footsteps behind me, but I knew better than to turn around. I seized when Jeremy’s hand slipped under my panties and cupped my heat.
“Fuck, Evie,” he whispered massaging his fingers inside my pussy until they were coated in my slickness. “You are making this hard for me.”
I turned over my shoulder. “That’s the point.”
He yanked the wet panties to my thighs and left them there.
He pressed a finger to my rosebud and I gasped. “Oh shit.” It felt so good. Like tiny erotic signals were being transferred to all my erogenous zones.
I wiggled backward, wanting more. Wanting to be filled.
“No.” He smacked my ass lightly. “It’s mine to take when I want to. Understood?”
I nodded. My belly flipped at his words. I loved it when he took control in bed. “I want you, Jer. So badly.”
“I’m going to tell you something.” He began to work the lace fabric further down my legs until I was exposed.