Dirty Thief

Every muscle in my pelvis is painfully tight. I’m holding out, doing my best to prolong this ecstasy, but she’s hot, wet heaven. My ass tightens, and release simmers in my veins.

I can’t take my eyes off her. Her dark hair swishes all around us, and her breasts bounce right at my mouth. I catch a tight nipple with my lips, sucking it in and giving it a little bite. I’m rewarded with another cry of pleasure.

My fingers are wet from her pussy, and I find her ass and slip one inside. With a loud cry, she breaks again, falling forward against my chest in shudders. I’m still rocking her, guiding her by that tight hole up and down my cock.

She arches, and her head drops back. Her mouth is a circle, and a loud moan fills the thick air around us. Her body is shaking, and her insides grip and pull me until with a shout, I come hard, throbbing and deep.

Pleasure so intense pulses out of me, filling her to overflowing as we fly through the stars on a mind-blanking orgasm. I remove my finger and wrap both arms tight around her as our movements slow. She’s no longer gripping my shoulders. Now her slim arms are loose around my neck. Our bodies are slick with sweat and pressed flush together as we gradually come down.

Another little clench, another little whimper, another pulse of my cock. It’s so fucking perfect. Every second of this shitty day is far, far behind me, burnt up in the fire of my passion for this beautiful woman. My wife.

Eventually we’re calm, holding each other in a warm embrace. Our breathing is starting to quiet, and she turns her head to kiss my cheek.

“We didn’t make it to the ocean,” she says, and I love the lazy smile in her voice.

It causes me to laugh gently, and I relax my grip on her waist so I can slide my palm up her back, under her silky hair.

“We can go out to the ocean after dinner.” My voice is low compared to hers.

She sits straighter, resting her cheek on her hand, her elbow on my shoulder. A dark lock of hair falls over her eye. “I asked Nesbit to serve our dinner here in the suite.”

For a moment I can only stare at her. Her beauty takes my breath away, especially now, with her messy, just-fucked hair, flushed cheeks, and shimmering eyes. All of Reggie’s sins are forgiven for bringing this amazing creature into my life.

“I hope she knocks before entering,” I tease.

Ava laughs, and my smile grows wider. She’s infectious, and I imagine taking her away, following my younger brother’s lead and secluding her all to myself on our own private island. I imagine her barefoot on the sand, the wind twirling in her hair. I imagine her in a bikini, her stomach round, a dark-haired baby playing in the surf. The only thing that would make Ava more beautiful is if she were carrying my child.

A gentle tapping on the door interrupts my fantasies. “Speak of the devil,” she says with another laugh.

“Hmm…” I glance down at the cups of her bra pushed below her breasts. Telltale red marks scuff her otherwise creamy skin, and satisfaction warms my stomach. “I wonder if she’ll know what we’ve been doing?”

“Rowan!” She quickly straightens her bra, and she’s off my lap.

I don’t rise. I sit with a grin and watch her sexy body moving quickly around the room collecting her black cami and what’s left of that thong. Her thighs are still wrapped in thick black lace, and when she returns, she’s wearing a red silk robe. It has festive, tropical flowers and ends just above her knees.

“Is that new?” I say, liking the wrapping on my favorite present.

“Zelda sent it to me.” She scoops up my pants and briefs and hands them to me. “Wait in the bedroom while she sets up the cart.”

A heavy sigh, and I stand. Ava starts to move away, but I catch her and pull her to my chest again. Her hand goes around my neck, and she slides a finger through the hair at the collar of my open dress shirt.

“I love you,” I say holding her chin.

She blinks up at me. “I love you.”

Satisfaction warms my chest, and I feel like a schoolboy. I release her, and stepping into our bedroom, I muse, “What have you done to me?”

* * *

Glasses of red wine are in our hands, and we sit on the small sofa facing each other. Our dinner of lobster and asparagus is gone, and Ava is thoughtful, swirling the dark red liquid in her crystal globe.

“What’s on your mind?” I slide my palm up and down her calf.

Her brows quirk, and she takes another sip of wine before answering. “I don’t want to spoil our evening.”

Lifting my hand, I cup her jaw and trace my thumb over her cheek. “Tell me what’s troubling you.”

A tiny smile. “It’s nothing I can’t figure out. I might need Freddie’s help, though… if that’s okay?”