Jack raised his eyebrows at me.
“Some of your shoes could easily kill a man. You don’t even have to hit anyone with them. All you have to do is wear them.”
I blushed. My husband was inordinately fond of my long legs. Obsessed, even. He spent time kissing and rubbing them every single day.
“With a mini skirt?”
“Woman…” he warned.
“Maybe after I could do a little dress up for you.”
He growled and reached for me. I laughed, dancing just out of his reach.
“Focus, Jack.”
He cursed and turned back to what he was doing, grumbling under his breath. He got back to blasting the last remnants of the girl’s dress with his blow torch.
“I think you’re done,” I said with a sarcastic expression. He’d obliterated the tiny scrap of fabric. He nodded and set his torch down. He pulled off his goggles and came after me, still wearing his big leather gloves.
He gripped my ass, kneading it with his hands.
“I want between those legs, woman.”
“Jack! After you shower!”
He growled and kissed me. I was laughing as he went into the house in his work coveralls. The man really did move like a bear.
My bear.
I hurried upstairs and shimmied out of my clothes. I’d already showered after a long day at the dance studio and putting the kids to bed. Now I bent over the dresser, picking out some lacy underthings to wear for Jack.
I settled on a hot pink teddy with a matching garter and black high heels. Really high. The kind Jack called stripper shoes, but always with a gleam in his eye. He liked when I dressed sexy, as long as he was there to protect me. When we first met, he told me I attracted too much attention. As we fell in love, things shifted. Everything that happened helped me grow up. I needed less attention. And Jack realized it was safe to let me sparkle a little bit.
Within reason, of course. My days of dancing on tables were long gone. I finally had all the love and affection I’d been missing all those years. I had it in spades.
I heard the shower turn off and stepped backwards into the amazing walk-in closet my husband had built me. It was painted with lime green and white stripes. There were bright pink accents and a sparkly little chandelier hanging over a chaise lounge where I could sit and decide what to wear. The man spoiled me rotten and I luxuriated in it, kind of like a cat.
I heard him rustling about in the bedroom and opened the door.
I posed in the doorframe.
“Hello, sailor.”
Jack turned and stared at me. His hungry eyes started at my face and traveled down to my shoes and then back up again. I heard him make a sound that was distinctly inhuman. He was part bear. There was no doubt about it.
He dropped his towel and I stared hungrily as his cock rose straight toward me. Jack was unusually well-endowed, even for his height. At first it was challenging for me. Now I was eager for it. I loved the way he filled me up.
After all, dancers were supposed to be flexible, right?
Speaking of which… I slowly dragged one foot up my leg and extended it until it was overhead. I still had my moves from my days as a ballet dancer. I probably couldn’t perform an entire ballet without needing a mom nap or two, but I still had the flexibility and a lot of the precision. Not that precision mattered in this case. Flexibility on the other hand… that came in real handy in the bedroom.
Jack’s eyes were riveted on my thighs. His hot gaze was centered right between them to be exact. I felt myself getting wet, just from that.
“Dance for me,” he commanded. His voice was raw. Deep. Even deeper than usual. I walked past him to press play on the iPad I kept by the bed. My sexy time play list was right on top.
I started dancing to the Magic Mike XXL soundtrack. I wasn’t just sexy dancing. I was dancing for the sheer joy of it. But I didn’t get far.
I never did.
I arched my back, gripping a dresser for support. I let out a squeal as I was lifted straight up into the air. I almost brushed the ceiling. I saw a cobweb near the light fixture and decided it was time to clean up in here.
That was the kind of thing you noticed when you were married to a giant.
He lowered my shoulders to the bed, but kept my legs in his firm grip. He pulled them apart and knelt on the bed, staring down at my pussy. I was well aware that the pink lace barely covered it.
His rough hands scraped my skin as he tugged the teddy to the side and away from his prize. He grunted as my body was exposed. Then he lowered his lips, nuzzling my bare pussy. He started licking and sucking my lips like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet.