THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,150

while also obtaining a lifetime of good luck I’m going to get to work,” I tell her while dropping to my knees in front of her. She points her leg out while reaching down to raise the garter up higher, until it’s almost level with her God damned freshly waxed pussy. Shaking my head, I glance up at her and raise one brow.

She hikes her shoulders. “Just leveling the playing field. It’s an easy task, right? Maybe the more you work for it, the better luck we’ll have?”

I don’t respond. I take the garter in my mouth, blowing a mouthful of hot air on Windsor as I get a grip with my teeth. I smile when I see her skin raising in response. I flick my gaze up to find her watching me, no smile, parted lips, and heavy eyes. I smell how turned on she is. Pressing my palms against the glass beside her ass, I shimmy the scrap of lace down a little further and blow again. This time she whimpers. Let’s be honest. I could have this thing off blindfolded, anesthetized, underwater, at the beach, during a tsunami in mere seconds. She made it a game first. So I take my time.

When I finally get done a few minutes later, teasing and blowing all the way down to her calf, she says, “Okay good job. Touching commences now.” I come away with the black garter in my mouth. Windsor grabs it out of my teeth and flicks it across the room. It lands on the table where I put the cufflinks. Stone would appreciate that, I think.

“Touching now?” I ask. She nods reverently, leaning her body against the glass. Well, it is right there. I grab both of her legs and sit them on my shoulders. She wraps her legs around my face and I finally get to taste her. Windsor moans at first contact and I love that I know she always does that. I hope she always will. I also hope there’s no one down on the beach watching me go down on my wife right now.

“That feels so good, Mav. Yeah, just like that,” she pleads, her voice breathy and so fucking turned on that it causes my dick to twitch. “Bed. Bed. Bed,” she repeats.

I look up to make sure she does indeed want me to stop. She nods, so I disentangle myself from her and stand. She leaps at me, almost taking me down to the ground. Her mouth is fierce, her tongue probing, like she’s trying to taste her on me. Wrapping her legs around me, I grab under her ass and carry her to the huge bed, passing our wedding picture resting against one of the bedposts.

I fall down on top of her, breaking the fall with my arms. “I want to make love to my husband,” she explains, reaching between our bodies to grab my dick. Her small, soft hand strokes up and down. The word “husband” coming from her mouth makes my heart pound. I get to be her husband. I’m going to wake up from this dream any second I’m sure of it. My dick brain takes over for the moment and agrees with Windsor’s statement whole-heartedly—especially because I haven’t been inside her for days. She was busy with wedding stuff and the night before the wedding she spent away from me. I need this more than food, water, breath…more than anything else. I move a couple fingers to her sex and hot wetness greets me. Sliding one finger in, I feel her gripping me, wanting more. With the wet finger I circle her clit and watch her gorgeous body writhe with pleasure. I lick up the front of her neck and across the bottom of her jaw, over to her ear.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” I whisper before biting her lobe, probably a little harder than I meant to.

She grabs my face in her hands. “Yes,” she says before pressing her lips against mine, eyes open, blue eyes gazing into mine. I slide home and her eyes flutter shut.

“Open your eyes.” She does. I rock into her slowly, softly, deliberately. She moans softly and I know I’ve got the right pace going for her. She raises her hips each time I thrust into her. The world is silent around us except for the sounds of her breathy moans, my heavy breathing, and the rhythm of my strokes as they slide in and out