Back in Her Husband's Bed

“Oh, Nate,” she cried out, her fingers running through his golden curls, clutching his head and pulling him closer.

Oh, how she remembered this feeling. She’d suppressed the memory of it all these years, fearing she’d weaken and come back. Annie was addicted to him, addicted to how he could make her feel. As his hands and mouth slid over her skin, the craving burst to the surface once again.

Nate got down onto his knees, his lips nipping at her tensed stomach, his tongue circling her navel and dipping lower. Every muscle in her body tightened into knots when his hands brushed over the edge of her lace panties. She let go of his head to grip the railing and brace herself.

The panties came down inch by inch, the anticipation making her crazy until he eased up one leg, then the next, to cast them to the side. She was left wearing only her stockings and heels. Annie couldn’t open her eyes. She was exposed, her trembling, aching body on display for him. If she looked at him, she might give herself away. She couldn’t let him know just how badly she really wanted this. How long it had been...

His hands traveled from her ankles up the length of her silky stockings. Her legs trembled as he moved higher, his touch blazing a trail across her skin. She clutched the railing with all her might, her eyes squeezed shut, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

With gentle pressure, he eased her thighs apart, exposing her to the cool air before his warm breath tickled her skin. His fingers danced lazy circles up her thighs, teasing her hip bones. Annie swallowed hard, her breath caught in her chest as she waited.

Nate did not disappoint. He tasted her, drawing a strained cry from her throat with its sudden attack. It was followed by a second, then a more lingering caress that was nearly enough to undo her. He must’ve sensed it because he paused, giving her time to recover, then continued his erotic assault on her body.

Annie cried out again, her hips straining to reach for him. “Nathan, please,” she panted. She wanted him. Needed him. After three long years without his touch she didn’t want to wait another second to have him again.

“Please...what...Annie?” With each pause, his tongue flicked over her.

“I want you inside me, Nate. Now, please.” Annie opened her eyes when the cold air tickled her skin.

He had moved to the other side of the elevator, undoing his belt and slipping out of his pants. He wasn’t looking down at his hands, though. He was looking at her. Devouring her with his eyes. Annie could see him mentally planning, the chess player in him working on his next move.

She really didn’t care what he did next as long as she was covered by his massive warmth. He was just so beautiful. His body was even better than she remembered, as though he’d spent the lonely nights since she’d left in the hotel gym. Every inch of his body looked chiseled from stone, the kind of male perfection that the great artists of the Renaissance struggled to capture.

In one last move, his pants and briefs slid to the floor. Instantly, he was as exposed as she was, his desire just as obvious as it thrust proudly at her. Annie’s breath caught in her throat. Her lips were suddenly dry, forcing her to snake her tongue across them.

Nate stepped out of his clothes and slowly walked back to her. Without a word, he circled his arms around her waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him and held his shoulders to keep her steady as he slowly lowered her onto him. He groaned, low and loud, as he was buried deep inside her.

They stood there, nearly still for a moment as they savored the sensation. It had been so long. She couldn’t explain the feeling, but somehow it was so much more than just the physical pleasure of sex. There was a connection there that had never been broken. It had never wavered.

Nate eased her back against the wall, his hands cupping the swell of her bottom. His fingertips dug into her ample flesh. Slowly, agonizingly so, he withdrew and thrust forward, beginning an easy rhythm.

Annie clung to him, her face buried in his neck as he moved. With every movement, he went deeper and thrust harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, mingling with soft whispers she couldn’t quite understand over her own cries.

She was nearly there, aching to go over the precipice, yet hesitant to let all this go. Her teeth gritted tight, her nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. “Not yet,” she panted. Annie wasn’t ready to stop. She hadn’t had enough of him yet.

She couldn’t resist Nate. The rush of her addiction pumped through her veins, and the fears from her past slipped into her mind. This was why she had stayed so far away. She knew she wasn’t strong enough. She couldn’t deny him her body when it was all she wanted to give him.