Grinning at his playfulness I spread-eagled on the bed. “Take me!” I cried out breathily and melodramatically. “Before the clock strikes midnight and I turn into a poor serving girl.”
Nate, who had already yanked off his shirt, paused mid unbuttoning of his trousers. “You can’t dirty up Cinderella.”
I snickered. “Why not?”
“Because our kids watch it.”
I burst out into hysterical giggles at the horror on his face.
“What?” He crossed his arms, frowning at me.
“You!” I tried to catch my breath. “You’re such an adorable daddy.”
His face fell. “Don’t use that word in the bedroom.”
Struggling not to smile I said, “What? Daddy?”
“Stop it.”
“Come on, daddy.”
“I’m warning you I will lose my erection!”
I commenced laughing so hard my stomach was aching.
“That’s it!” he growled and I let out a huff of surprise as Nate wrapped his arm around my ankle and pulled me down the bed toward him. He crawled over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head.
My laughter died but I was still grinning as he stared down at me, his lips twitching. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, amusement still thick in my voice.
“Are you done?” he whispered back.
I nodded.
“Good. Now I’m going to lick you and finger fuck you before I take turns sucking and licking your nipples.”
A delicious wave moved through my lower belly and I felt the wet heat between my legs at his words. “And then?”
“Then I’m going to slide my cock slowly inside you, inch by inch, tormenting you. I’ll keep it slow, easy, just out of reach… until you’re begging me to fuck you.” His hands squeezed tight around my wrists and I felt the heat of his hard cock between my legs.
“Do that other stuff later,” I spread my legs and tilted my hips to press him harder against me. “Give me your cock. Now.”
“My dirty Liv,” he said gruffly and then pressed my hands deeper into the mattress as he positioned himself.
I felt the heat of him, pressing slowly inside, and pleasure started rippling over me at the stunning feeling of fullness.
“Nate,” I pleaded.
He thrust inside and I cried out at the pleasure pain, the slight burn easing completely as he started to pump in and out of me. My legs fell open and there was nothing but my husband and what he was doing to my body. The delicious pressure low inside of me started to build, and my breathing grew louder, my cries falling involuntarily from my lips.
“Liv,” Nate groaned, his hips slamming against me as he took me with more stamina and power than probably most men half his age. “Baby, fuck, baby.”
“Yes.” I jerked my hips back against his, undulating into his thrusts that had increased with so much enthusiasm the headboard was rattling against the hotel wall. “YES!” I cried out as my orgasm tore through me.
***
Three orgasms later I held onto Nate’s shoulders as I tried to steady my jelly-like legs long enough to get back into my shoes.
My long lunch was over.