“Yes, here.” I push her panties aside, thrusting my middle finger into the warm, wet tunnel of her pussy. “These are such a waste of time. I wish you’d stop wearing them.”
“Panties?” She breathes a laugh. “You want me to stop wearing panties?”
“They slow me down.” I dip my head to kiss her, tangling our tongues and licking across her teeth. “God, I could just eat you. Fuck, Ban. You’re so good.”
She thinks I’m exaggerating about how I want her; how I need her. She thinks I like to have sex in public to be outrageous, but most of the time I simply can’t resist her. I don’t want to. I don’t want to wait until we get home, or until it’s safe. Why the hell should I? I found someone I could love, no holds barred. I luxuriate in that. I want her every chance I get, and safe doesn’t mean shit to me.
“I love you. You’re everything.” I mumble between our lips, into the kiss. “Fuck safe.”
“I love you back.” She breaks the kiss to look into my eyes, but leaves our bodies molded together. “Fuck safe.”
She turns quickly to face the shelves, pressing her naked breasts into a row of books.
“From the back,” she says, her voice urgent. Her hands frantic and pushing the dress up over her thighs, over her ass. The thong bisects two perfectly round globes of my wife’s ass, and I almost come immediately like a fourteen-year-old getting his first nut. I fumble with my belt and snag my finger in the teeth of the zipper.
“Ouch. Shit.” I suck my finger and drop my pants, angling her hips for me.
“Unf.” The sound flies from her mouth when I take her from behind, pounding up and into her. “Yes. God, yes, Jared. Dios. Dios. Dios.”
I don’t have the heart to remind her to be quiet. With every thrust, her screams swell louder, and it’s the most arousing sound I’ve ever heard. I love peeling back all Banner’s carefully constructed layers of control and freeing the wild woman who blindly reaches behind until she finds my bare ass and urges me deeper and harder.
I squeeze one breast and push the length of wavy hair away from her neck. The skin, smooth and unblemished, has tempted me all night. When the passion cools, if she has to walk out there with a hickey for a roomful of our colleagues to see, she’ll kill me. But I have to leave my mark; to lay my claim, even if it is a secret nestled under a thick fall of hair that no one else sees. I suck and bite the soft skin of her nape, steadily pumping into her body with unchecked force, yielding to the feral urges that have seized me by the dick ever since she came out of our bedroom wearing this dress. I lick at the bruise already forming, and her pussy contracts around me; a hot, wet, tight fist that holds me captive.
God, I’m gonna come.
And she hasn’t come.
I hate that. I’ve never felt that with another woman. I mean, as a point of pride, you want a woman to get off, yeah. But with Banner, it’s not pride. I literally want her pleasure above mine. Considering what a selfish bastard I am, that’s a phenomenon. A miracle like one of Aunt Valentina’s pieces of toast that looks just like Baby Jesus.
I reach around and find the button of nerves tucked between the plump lips and stroke.
“Ay, Dios mío,” she mutters, slamming her fist into the shelf she’s pressed against. “Más fuerte.”
Harder.
I can do that. I push up into her so hard, I glance down to see her on her tiptoes. Damn right.
“Más,” Banner growls, squeezing my butt. “Fuerte”.
Shit, my wife loves it hard.
“Ban, I don’t want—”
“Por favor, lo necesito más fuerte.”
How the hell any husband could resist his wife begging him to fuck her harder, I don’t know. And I’m for sure not that guy, so I brace one palm against the shelf and grip her hip with the other hand and slam as far as I can go into nirvana pussy.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I whisper. I can barely speak, the pleasure is so thick. A tangible thing like a heavy cloud hovering over us, poised to downpour. A book falls, barely missing Banner’s head.
“Ban, the books—”
“Còegeme.,” she orders, her voice a smoky rasp.
Fuck me.
Dammit, if it’s the last thing I do, I will fuck her harder, even if the whole damn Dewey Decimal system falls on our heads before we both come.
I exert more force and sweat beads my forehead. Peering over her shoulder, I see tiny rivulets of perspiration slide between Banner’s breasts. Three more books drop by my feet.