Getting inside her it is. All I have to do is make her ask—no, beg—me for it.
“You want that?” I rock against her again.
Her legs part wider. She lifts her hips up to me as she offers me her mouth.
I kiss her again, mercilessly seizing her lips before sinking deep like a man starved, shoving my way inside her wherever and however she’ll let me. Sloan opens wider, giving me even more of herself as she writhes and pants underneath me.
I love her responsiveness…but she’s not answering my question.
I pull free and stop everything—kissing her, rubbing her, reassuring her. It’s one of the fucking hardest things I’ve ever done, but I need her surrender. We can’t move forward until she takes down her barriers and gives me a chance to show her we’ll be so good together.
Suddenly, her whine rings in my ear, her heels dig into the mattress, and her nails penetrate my skin. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, baby. As much as you want. However you want. All you have to do is tell me what that is.”
“Make the ache go away. Please.”
And there it is, her sweet little plea. She sounds like she doesn’t have the will to fight the pull between us anymore. I’m thrilled—not that I conquered her but that I got through to her.
“Baby, I want to. You don’t even know how much.” I kiss her again, working my cock—still strangled by my zipper—against her pussy, which feels wetter than ever.
“Hurry.”
I grin as I lave my way up her neck. I love that she’s already greedy. “Tell me how you want it.”
Suddenly, she pulls away, her lashes fluttering open to reveal dark irises and dilated pupils, emphasized by her red cheeks. “Fast…”
That’s her impatience talking.
“What feels good to you? What do you like in bed?”
“I don’t know.” Sloan bites her lip, then moans, seemingly torn between the worries on her mind and the demands of her body. “I haven’t had sex since the tenth grade.”
Of all the things my wife has ever said to me, that shocks me most. “It’s been nearly a decade?”
“Yeah.” The flush on her face deepens, and she squirms beneath me. “That probably sounds ridiculous. Since I know almost nothing about sex, it’s okay if you don’t want me anymore.”
I swallow back disbelief, along with something dangerously close to thrill, and cup her face. “I will never not want you, baby. Ever. You can add that to my list of vows today.”
“The ones we’re going to break when we get divorced?”
I shake my head. “The ones I’m going to live by unless you decide to end us.”
She frowns. “Come on. We both know you’ll be gone as soon as you’ve got Reservoir in Stratus’s back pocket.”
“You’re wrong.” I kiss my way from her neck to her shoulder and start drifting down because I can’t keep my mouth off her. “And I don’t know how it’s possible that no one has touched you in so long. Was every guy you knew blind?”
She shakes her head. “Cock-blocked. I said no to everyone.”
There’s a story there, but now isn’t the time. Her body is aching, and I’ve softened the beach, so to speak. I need to open her to me in every way, especially her heart.
“Don’t say no us, baby. Not now.” I kiss her, my press of lips slow and lingering.
“I don’t think I can,” she admits with a whisper.
My wife feels something for me besides hatred. More than desire? I don’t know. But as far as I’m concerned, she’s all mine until death do us part.
Then I fall on her ravenously, working my mouth over the beads of her nipples again before descending the flat of her abdomen, then hooking my fingers into the strings over her hips and staring at the wet spot between her thighs.