THE click of the door latch sounded incredibly loud against the tense silence.
With my senses on high alert, I braced myself for him to come at me. I didn’t have to wait long. In less than a second, I was covered from behind by a very hard body intent upon one, and only one goal. To get inside mine.
Ethan had his hands up my skirt and his fingers sliding over my clit before I could even take a step. His forceful probing of my sex was primal, and sent me into instant lust. It was his animalistic desperation that flipped the switch. Ethan was a ravening beast at my back right, and the erotic images he conjured up in my mind made me go just as wild.
“So drenched already,” he purred smugly at my neck, his hips thrusting into my ass while he fingered my pussy, building me up to where my body took over, and my mind didn’t have to think about anything beyond this.
He pushed me forward, up to the foyer table. “Put your hands there and hold on,” he commanded.
As I took my place, I felt my panties pulled down roughly, one leg lifted out of them and then…his magic fingers were back at my pussy. Thank you. This time, he plundered from the front so he could grind into me from behind. Spreading the slickness up and down my slit, he worked it around with talented fingers, stroking and lubricating my flesh until I was nearly ready to orgasm. Ethan was well versed in the signs, and I knew he would change things up because of it. He let me go along until I started to rock into the rhythm he had going, riding his hand like a wanton. Then he stopped. “No,” I cried out in protest when his fingers left me.
“I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.” He smacked my ass cheek with a firm slap, the sting edging my pleasure up a notch. I tensed my muscles and shuddered into it, desperate for him inside me. How does he know?
The noise of him unzipping was the best sound I’d heard all day. Still shaking, I moaned in anticipation as I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at my entrance, hot and ready.
Bracing my arms on the table, I looked down at the floor made of beautiful Travertine marble. The scene below us could only be described as sex personified. Creamy-lined stone, created by nature, juxtaposed against the haphazard cluster of abandoned clothing. Ethan’s dark grey trousers and leather belt bunched along his shins, the rolled pink lace of my panties still around my left ankle, the wide stance of my Gucci peep-toes propping up my legs. A truly jaw-dropping sight to behold, because of what it represented. Wild, filthy sex between two lovers too desperate to bother with getting naked.
And also that I was about to be fucked senseless.
Ethan filled me up on a steady thrust, his hands at my hips for leverage. He made that breathy groan of pleasure that I loved to hear from him as he sank into me. “Feel that, my beauty. All of it—just for you.” He drew out on a glorious slide of his thick cock. “You’re so good, so fucking beautiful right now, bent over this table—” He plunged inside me deeply. “—taking my cock.”
God, he felt good in me. “ Yes…oh!” I couldn’t respond to his erotic ravings with any coherence. All I could do was take it.
“You belong to me!” he barked on harsh punctuating thrusts, his pace almost punishing as he pounded faster.
Yes, I do. My man was trying to reestablish his claim over me after having to give me up at the hospital. He needed this. I needed it. Over and over he pumped into me, the hot flesh of him sinking and retreating in a wicked stride that left me barely able to breathe.
“I want to hear you say it,” he growled.
My orgasm building, I could barely think, let alone speak, but his demands always pulled it out of me. “Oh, my God, Ethan…yes…I only ever belong to you!”
I felt the first convulsion start, rolling me to the tip of the crest as I clamped down on his hammering cock as hard as I could.
“Oh, fuck, yeah. Squeeze it just like that!” His hand gripped my hair in a huge handful and pulled my neck all the way back. I understood why. Ethan needed that intimacy of our mouths and eyes meeting, no less than the joining of our sexes. He brought his other hand around my throat and held me pinned, cock pounding relentlessly into me from behind as he took my mouth. His kiss was searing, devouring, and ravening. He bit and sucked at me with rough lips and teeth, possessing me in every way, demonstrating that I was, indeed, his.
Just as I needed to be.
As I climaxed into a blissful explosion of intensity, his tongue plunged deep into my mouth claiming my breath, my soul, my everything.
I felt him harden and swell inside me. I cried out his name in a long, low wail, unable to vocalize anything other than that one word. “Ethan” was the only word I knew.
“I love you,” he rasped against my lips right as he started to come.
BRYNNE squeezing and gripping around me as she came—was so good. So—fucking—good. Every convulsive grasp and shudder coming from her sex, owned my cock. I felt the tightening rush in my balls just as I started to go off. “Uhn…uhn…uhn,” I grunted, with every plunge into her tight cunt.
My beautiful girl gave herself up to me in exquisite surrender.
“Fuck, YES!” I ground out, a hot flood of cum shooting out in spurts, spunking her up good and dirty. I kept on fucking through the ecstasy, holding her against me by pieces of her beautiful hair. Fuck. Love. Mine. Brynne... Random thoughts filtered through my consciousness as I melded into her, but one idea stayed with me though. No matter how far gone I ever got, I didn’t lose sight of the truth: This woman owned me from head to toe, and everything else in between.
And she always would.
I released my hold of her hair, straightened her neck, and buried my face at the back of it. Breathing in her floral scent, laced with the smell of pussy, I traced the top of her spine with my lips, whispering to her, cherishing her, kissing in between the words. I might be calmer now, but I was fully aware that I’d just fucked my wife like a madman in the entryway of our home.
“Are you all right?”
“Mmm hmm,” she purred sexily.
I wondered what she was thinking. Even so, I knew there was nothing I could have done differently. After leaving Oakley at the hospital, I’d slipped into a very dark place in my head. I understood the visit was necessary, but I hated every second of it. All I wanted was to protect my precious girl from the things that had hurt her. And I wasn’t able to do that today. I had to stand aside and allow him to put his hands on her…again.