I flick my gaze up to her teasing smile. “I’m enjoying the show.”
She reaches for me with her free hand, curling one finger to beckon me closer. I grab the bottom edge of the swing, pushing it away. A surprised hiss of breath escapes her soft pink lips as the chair sways back and forth. I could listen to her make that little noise all night.
Each time she swings forward, I plant a kiss—on her inner thigh, behind her knee, whatever part comes closest. I finally stop the chair’s movement and drag it closer. I take her hand and suck her fingers into my mouth.
“My wife tastes like heaven.”
“Your wife wants her husband to fuck her.”
“What a filthy mouth you have.” I slide the pad of my middle finger against her entrance, slicking her wetness up to her clit and slowly circling it.
She leans forward, watching as I lick and kiss her pussy.
“Oh, right there.” She twists her fingers into my hair and yanks.
There’s nothing hotter than my woman—now my wife—this wild for me. I keep kissing and licking, relentlessly devouring her. I suck her clit into my mouth and she jumps. The chair lurches away. Growling, I pull it toward me, lick, and let her swing away. Lick and swing.
“Chaser! Stop.”
Her pussy glistens with arousal. I hold her still and trail my tongue over her throbbing clit. She’s writhing, breathing hard, chanting part of my name—she can’t seem to get the second syllable out.
My dick’s begging to escape my shorts. I try working the button loose with one hand, not wanting to let go and have her swing away again. Her head’s thrown back, eyes closed, but maybe she senses my dilemma. She locks her legs around my head, anchoring herself, giving me time to shove my shorts down.
“Chaser. Don’t stop,” she gasps.
I want to assure her I won’t stop but that would mean taking my mouth off her. Little earthquakes rock her body as she comes all over my lips and chin, screaming my name. I bring her down slowly, kissing her inner thighs, rubbing my hand over her belly up to her chest.
She lowers her legs but they’re still trembling, dangling off the edge of the swing. I give her a lazy push backwards and she lets out the sweetest, contented sigh.
“We’re not done,” I warn her as I straighten up, wiping my hand over my mouth.
She blinks open her eyes and smiles.
I pull her to the edge of the swing, lining myself up, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness as she comes closer.
She lets out a whimper as she swings away. I planned to play with her like this for a while, but that’ll have to happen tomorrow. The next time she swings close enough, I hold her steady and shove myself inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“You’re harder than ever.” She wiggles her hips, and my eyes roll back in my fucking head.
“I think it’s the angle,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
I pull back and drive deep inside. So fucking good. She moans every time I roll my hips. Within minutes, she’s close again. She wraps her fingers around my forearms, digging in her nails. “Oh my God.”
Her screams push me toward the peak as I keep fucking her through another orgasm. The second I think she’s finished, I move my hands to her hips, holding her in place. My body burns hot, sweat coats my skin. Pure, carnal pleasure rocks through me. “Fuck. I’m coming. Hard.”
She shudders beneath me. “Yes, yes.”
I collapse on top of her and the swing lets out a loud, squeaky groan. Too spent to move, I mumble “That can’t be good,” against her stomach.
She murmurs soft, sweet noises, while running her fingers through my hair.
The swing protests again and this time I sit up, taking her with me.
I stare at her in amazement. “How do you still have your top on?”
“You got carried away.” She reaches between us and strokes my spent cock. “We have all night.”
I brush a kiss over her cheek. “Give me a minute.”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Mallory
Sometime in the middle of the night, I stretch, twisting in a tangle of crisp white sheets, scented with marital bliss. A sea-salt breeze drifts through the open door leading outside.
“Wake up, Mrs. Adams,” Chaser rasps against my ear. “I need you.”
His strong arms curl around me, sliding me closer until our bodies mold together. “Say that again,” I whisper.