A Little Something Extra

“Hell,” he groaned.

“It’s a longline bra and full coverage panty with a high leg,” Kirsty said as she turned.

She might as well have been speaking Swedish because Lake didn’t understand a word.

And he was through talking.

It seemed his wife wasn’t though; she was still explaining her design, and experience told him that her enthusiasm could go on for quite a while. Something he planned to cut short for the moment. As soon as she’d fully turned to face him, his hands were on her waist, his mouth covering hers. Kirsty melted against him, her arms snaking lazily around his shoulders. He’d never get used to the sensation of her soft curves under his hands. Every day, she became more beautiful.

“I need you,” she whispered between kisses.

“You can have me. Anytime you want.”

“Now,” she ordered as he cupped her satin-covered breasts.

“Now’s good. Lose the panties but keep the bra and shoes.”

With a moan, she pressed her breasts against his hold. Lake teased her throat with kisses as he backed up to the sofa. When his knees caught it, he released her, only to sit down and look up at her.

“Take the panties off,” he ordered, “and come straddle me.”

Keeping his eyes on hers, he undid his jeans and released his hard length from confinement.

“Bossy,” she whispered, turning her back and wiggling her backside as she slipped the panties over her hips and down her thighs.

“Damn,” he growled as he wrapped his fist around himself and stroked. Once, twice. He felt primed and ready to go, like a teenage boy with no control. “Don’t think I’m going to last long,” he confessed.

She turned back to him, her eyes sparkling as she slowly straddled him. “Guess that means this underwear will be a best seller.”

“I’m already a fan.” He held himself in position for her as he reached for her hip. “But it isn’t the underwear that drives me crazy; it’s you.”

“Lake,” she whispered.

“You ready for me?” he asked gruffly.

“Always.”

With agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto his length until their bodies were flush, and her soft, hot wetness engulfed him. She threw back her head and moaned with delight once they were joined.

“I love you,” she wailed at the ceiling.

Lake broke into a rare smile as he leaned into her, tormenting her sensitive nipples with his teeth through the satin of her bra.

“You aren’t moving,” he teased.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and each time he nipped at her, he could feel her internal muscles clench around him. At this rate, she wouldn’t need to move. He’d blow anyway.

“Sit back,” Kirsty said breathlessly.

With one last suck on her nipple, he did as he was told, his hands resting on her hips. She was a vision. A goddess looking down at him. Her russet colored hair wild around her shoulders, her milky skin flushed with pleasure, her lips swollen from his kisses.

“Still not moving.” He smiled as he flexed his thighs, lifting his hips and thrusting into her.

“Oh…” Her eyes slowly closed as she rode the sensation.

He wished he could freeze the moment, to always see her like this. Her head thrown back with abandon, her skin flushed, her breaths coming in pants. They were completely vulnerable with each other, joined together, the way they were meant to be. Two halves of one whole.

There would never be another woman for him. There couldn’t be. Even if he woke up tomorrow and Kirsty wasn’t in his life, there wouldn’t be a replacement. She was it for him. Only Kirsty. Always.