Arthur has no sense of duty or responsibility, let alone loyalty. He didn’t even have the common decency to come to my wife’s funeral. He was in Ibiza, partying on the yacht.”
She runs a hand through my hair, her nails scraping gently against my scalp. “We’ll kill him with kindness. That way, no bodies to bury. In fact,” she pushes me to my back so I’m lying on the bed, “I’ll make sure you’re so physically drained, you won’t even have the energy to inflict bodily harm.” She climbs over me, curtains of silky auburn hair surrounding us.
My hands skate up her nightshirt and cup her perfectly round tits. “You bribing me with anything sexual is a horrible idea. You’ll be setting a precedent that will make me look for ways to misbehave. Before you know it, your body will be permanently embedded into this mattress.” I flip her to her back, and she squeals. “And eventually we’ll be homeless, or I’ll be in prison for all the laws you forced me to break simply by implying you’ll reward me for my less than honorable behavior with a taste or a touch of your delicious pussy.”
She gasps, “Mmmnnn…”
I lean down and take her hardened nipple between my teeth and suck harshly, her hips thrusting upward, colliding with my erection.
She rocks against me, needing the friction. “Raff,” she begs.
“The nectar of the gods is in order, my love.” I kiss down her body.
Once settled between her thighs, I lift her legs and place them over my shoulders, taking my time, placing kisses as soft as the petals on the flowers she put in a vase to display on the counter… our counter, against her thigh. She’s squirming beneath my lips, need building inside both of us, the kisses turn to sucking on her inner thigh. I watch in the light of the moon as she grips the gray flannel sheets in anticipation of the next place my lips will touch.
Her eyes open and find mine. “Raff, Raff, RAFF!” she pleads, saying my name over and over again.
Hooking my thumbs under the strings of her thong, I raise a brow in warning before snapping the strings holding the white scrap of lace that taunts me.
Tossing them aside, I tell her, “Panties are hereby banned from our bed.”
Before she can respond, my mouth covers her freshly waxed pussy.
She grips the headboard, hooks her ankles behind my back, and raises her hips. I grab her arse and hold her still as I flick my tongue across her clit over and over, watching her head fall back and release a near-silent cry.
She grinds against my face, wanting, needing, begging for me to give her more. I don’t. I want her to lose her fucking mind over me like I am for her.
She tightens her ankles and twists her body, my mouth forced to follow her pussy until I’m on my back, and she’s sitting on my face.
“Fuck, yes.” I grip her thighs and pull her body down on me. “Ride my face, Red.”
Her hands grip my thighs as she leans back and rubs her hot, wet pussy against my mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpers, “yes, yes, yesssss.”
Her pussy tightens around my tongue, and I feel her slickness increase.
Panting, she turns, and I think she may lie down, rest, and recover, but she doesn’t. She straddles me facing the other way, arse close enough to bite, she grabs my cock and…
“Fuuuuuck,” I hiss as she takes me in her mouth until my cock hits her tonsils.
Freshly showered and thoroughly fucked, we lie in bed, facing each other, saying not a damn word.
“Love, you need to sleep. You have a meeting with Becks and Shep tomorrow.” I push her hair away from her face.
She yawns and nods.
“I know you don’t need me to tell you this, but you’ll be amazing. And I get that you love Shep.” I pause. “Like family. Not like—”
“I love you,” she interrupts.
I smile. “Love you, too, Red, but I was trying to open up a conversation about Shepard,” I admit.
She looks like she’s pondering a thought, definitely holding back something.
“Please tell me he wasn’t your first. I don’t want to hate him.”
She grins and shakes her head, turning to her side to face me. “No, but I do know there was only one girl he was remotely interested in. Took her to a dance in the ninth grade. Went all out, too, flowers, chocolates, a freaking limo. Hell, he even learned to slow