hard points, her cheeks flushed. She was all creamy curves and delicious woman.
All his.
He forgot about the little game he had been playing, acting the part of her servant. Everything in him roared to have her now. He rose to his feet.
“Josie,” he rasped, tearing at his coat and waistcoat, clawing at his necktie. “I need you.”
“I need you too, my love,” she said, her hands on him, helping him.
In a frenzied rush, they divested him of every stitch. Naked, kissing, they fell upon the bed together. Jo took his rigid prick in her hand. He was leaking from the tip, and she slicked his mettle over him, rubbing her thumb over the slit in his cockhead in a way that had him groaning, hips swiveling.
“I want inside you,” he said, frustration and desire blending to an acute pinnacle.
“Not yet.” She kissed down his jaw, down his throat, stroking him as she went.
He forced himself to remain still and allow his wife to have her way with him. Her lips left a trail of fire blazing in their wake as they slowly traveled over his abdomen. Then lower. His cock was standing at attention, thick and protruding and begging to be inside her sweet berry-pink lips.
He realized that in his haste to undress her and have her, he had left her coiffure untouched. His fingers rectified that travesty immediately, sifting through the dark, silken strands, plucking hair pins as he went. When the velvety suction of her mouth engulfed his cockhead, he forgot to care about anything else.
Decker grasped a handful of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist, and watched as his desperate cock disappeared between her lips. She cupped his ballocks, which were painfully full after so many days and nights without her and taut with the need to spend. And then she took him deep.
Down her throat.
His hips jumped off the bed. He lost control, surging into her. She squeezed his sacs, massaging them, and he nearly lost himself then and there.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groaned.
She released him slowly, leaving his cock glistening with the combination of her saliva and his own mettle. Gripping him in her small fist, she laved her tongue over his tip. When she flicked over the slit, pressing there, and licking up another drop that seeped from him, he knew he could not bear any more torture.
He hauled her up his body. “Sit on my face,” he ordered, intending to make her good and slick before he impaled her. He wanted her as wet as the ocean.
“Like in the picture, the naughty letters?” she asked.
She had remembered, his beloved wife.
Decker suppressed another groan. “Precisely like that.”
She shifted with his help. He planted his hands on her waist and guided her so that her knees were on either side of his head and his waiting mouth was perfectly aligned with her cunny. He buried his tongue deep, then licked his way to her pearl.
“Oh, Decker.” Her throaty moan was all the reward he needed, but he would take the cream she gave him too.
She rode his face with a wild abandon, rocking into him again and again while he filled her and licked her. She came again while he fucked her cunny with his tongue and rubbed her pearl. She moaned, her body stiffening as her climax overtook her, and then he had her where he wanted her.
He rolled her to her back and settled himself between her legs. Grasping his cock, he rubbed himself up and down her slit, until he was wet with her juices and nearly out of his mind with need.
They both sighed as he sank inside her to the hilt. One thrust, and she was gripping him in her tight, welcoming heat. And she was drenched. And perfect. He pinned her to the bed with his cock, giving himself a minute to stay the frantic roaring in his head. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingernails raking down his back.
“Go on, Josie,” he urged, barely finding his voice, words. “Tell me what you want.”
Everything inside him screamed with the need to move.
Her eyes were glossy and dark with desire as they seared into him. “I want you to make love to me, Decker. I want you to spend inside me.”
Ah, those words. They were everything he needed to hear.
His ballocks tightened and he started moving, in and out. Though he tried to go slowly, to prolong their mutual pleasure, Jo was thrusting with him, their bodies