Watching Lorna was no longer enough. I needed more. Softly, I ran my fingertips over her warm curves. Even in slumber, her parted lips came together, curling into a grin. As I circled each nipple and moved my touch lower over her flat stomach, Lorna squirmed against the soft sheets and rewarded my effort with soft mews that threatened to reroute my circulation.
That love we shared on our wedding day wasn’t meant to be the greatest we ever knew. Instead, it was a seed that we planted together, tended, and allowed to grow.
Exhaling, I laid my head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
Images of Maples and Zella infiltrated my purer thoughts.
Lorna deserved a good man in her life. My participation in recent events, as well as a long litany of previous crimes, precluded my ability to qualify for such a descriptor. I wasn’t good. I couldn’t even claim a desire to change my ways.
As I recalled the recent deaths, I didn’t feel satisfied. The blood I’d tasted hadn’t quenched my thirst for justice and retaliation; it whetted my appetite. I wanted more.
My list grew.
Andrew Jettison, a.k.a Jet, was at the top.
Stephanie Moore/Morehead or whoever the blonde woman was came in second.
A new thought occurred to me.
Anna Maples.
Where was she now?
How had she added to my wife’s distress?
I stilled as Lorna’s petite hand came to my chest and she lifted her head. “Are you going to leave me?”
“Never.”
The tips of her lips curled upward as she rested her chin on my shoulder. “Good. I meant, are you headed to 2?”
“Soon. I was momentarily distracted by the fucking gorgeous woman in my bed.”
Lorna’s hand slipped lower until her fingers surrounded my now-hardening dick.
Exhaling, I closed my eyes, stretching my neck as I lifted my chin toward the ceiling. “Fuck, Lorna.”
Her hand moved up and down as she lifted herself. Short brown hair veiled her profile as she gently peppered my chest with kisses. Flipping back her hair, she turned, her seductive gaze meeting mine. “You’re the one who took off the bandages. How do you feel?”
“Like I could fuck you and then run a marathon.” That wasn’t entirely honest. I’d probably need to choose one or the other. At this moment, there was no question which one would win.
The emerald of Lorna’s gaze sparkled with the perfect combination of desire and naughty thoughts. This was the moment where the emotions I’d recognized earlier tilted away from the purity of wedded love to the erotic musings of one man and one woman.
“What if we take it slow?” she asked.
Rolling toward Lorna, I held myself over her. Her pert tits stared up at me, her nipples reddening as they grew harder by the second. “Mrs. Murray, I will go slow, but I want you to know I’ve come to a realization.”
Smiling, her shorter hair fanned out around her beautiful face like a dirty halo. It was perfect for the thoughts I was entertaining. “What realization would that be, Mr. Murray?”
Bending my neck, I seized one of her nipples, sucking it taut. Her whimper reverberated through our bedroom as I did the same to the second. “You, Lorna Murray, married a bad man.”
Lorna shook her head against the pillow. “I married the best man.”
“No, sweetheart, because at this moment, I want to do very bad things to you.”
Reid
Lorna’s breaths deepened as my lips connected near her collarbone and worked south, kiss by kiss, and nip by nip, until I made my way to her core. One lick told me that my wife was already wet and ready for me.
“Reid,” she called out my name as I spread her legs and buried my face in her slick, warm cunt. One arm over her hips kept her in place as her body writhed at my onslaught of ministrations. As her hands searched for something to grasp, her fingers came to the top of my head. The more I tasted of her sweet essence, the harder my dick became. I could drink from her fountain as her moans of ecstasy floated through the air for hours and never grow tired.
Every now and then, I’d tease her clit with my tongue or teeth. The latter caused her to gasp and her legs to push toward me, creating a vise I had no desire to escape.
“Reid, shit, I’m going to come.”
“Let go, Lorna. Enjoy it. I promise it won’t be the last time.” As my tongue continued, I added two fingers and my