me with her long, blonde hair curled in waves.
“Hi, baby.” Her smile greets me in the mirror, nibbling on her bottom lip when she notices me eyeing her.
My eyes roam over her creamy skin to her soft hair swept over one shoulder. I pause when I see her reflection in the mirror, studying the red lace bra and matching red panties she’s wearing.
My hands tighten into fists at the sight of her, attempting to calm the urge to pull her out of the chair and explore her body.
“Hi, beautiful.”
My mouth falls open when she pushes her hair to the side, giving me a glimpse of her breasts through her sheer bra. My hands itch to touch her, my body aches, needing to feel her skin.
“I thought I would give you a sneak peek of your anniversary gift now.”
My eyes flick back up to hers, her crystal-blue eyes shining like ice in the mirror. We had planned on giving our gifts later, after we had dinner. Although, looking at her now, any thoughts or expectations of me thinking about anything else but ravaging her are completely out the window.
“We don’t have to wait,” I grunt, my voice dropping. “I’m ready right now.”
“Mmm,” she hums. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She moves to stand, turning to face me, and for the first time, I notice the sheer stockings she’s wearing attached to garter belts.
I grit my teeth, my throat bobbing while I struggle to swallow.
“My God, what are you doing to me?” I reach down, cupping my dick through my denim jeans, fighting to maintain a sense of control. I’m stuck, rooted in place, unable to take my eyes off her body.
I notice the hint of her pale pink nipples through her bra, puckering from my heated stare.
When she finally reaches me, my hand shoots out to pull her in until she’s firmly against my chest, and she’s giggling at my need to feel her.
“I think dinner will have to wait until tomorrow now.”
“You’re not going to feed me?” She raises her brow, that sass she throws back.
“Oh, I’ll feed you, all right.” I raise my brow, too, suggestively.
“Oh my God.” She throws her head back, the sound of her laughter making me grin like a damn idiot. I’d do anything to hear that sound for the rest of my life.
I cup her face in my hands, kissing her deeply, and her fingers grip the front of my shirt. A subtle moan escapes her lips, pulling me back to stare into her eyes.
“I was going to wait until later, but I want to make love to you all over this damn house.”
“Mmm, tell me more.”
Desire glazes over her eyes when she peers up at me, waiting for me to continue. She’s told me before how she loves when I tell her what’s on my mind, so I do.
“Well, right now, I’m thinking about how I want to make love to you on that fluffy-ass rug in front of the fire. We can take a break and I’ll feed you some dinner. You’ll need it to keep up with me, then maybe we can go out on the patio and try that hot tub you were so eager to check out.”
When I suggested we come back up here to stay for our anniversary, she told me how she wanted another chance for us to re-create our first night spent together. We hadn’t realized they added a hot tub until we got here. Oaklyn made me promise to join her, and I agreed I would, as long as she was naked.
She pushes up on her tiptoes again, pulling me down to kiss her. It’s soft at first, growing with need when her mouth opens, and her tongue brushes over my lips.
I groan, reaching around to grab her thighs, lifting her. She circles her legs around my waist, her arms following suit. I turn, carrying her out of the room and down the hallway.
“Where are we going?”
“I can’t get the thought of you on the rug, spread open for me, out of my mind. I’ve been dying to touch you, to feel you wrapped around me since I walked into this damn room.”
She moans, grinding her pussy against me. My dick is so hard, it’s practically begging to burst free from the confines of my pants.
“Fuck, baby.”
Circling the chair, I move until we’re standing on the rug, and she loosens her legs. In one quick movement, she steps down and is on her knees before