“How did you know?” Unable to keep his hands off his tempting bride, Hix dropped the bag. With a growl, he squeezed her waist before swooping back to cup her backside. “I missed this.”
“My ass? You missed my ass?” Maggie asked with a huge smile on her face and her eyes twinkling with humor. “Well, I missed your ass too.”
Hix almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her pinch the area she was admiring. “For such small hands, you have very strong fingers.” Rubbing the offended area, Hix dropped a kiss on her forehead. Grabbing his sack from the floor, he tossed it onto the small kitchen counter that led into their apartment.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re upset or is this going to be a guessing game?” Maggie pulled him into their small living room and ushered him to his favorite chair.
“I will tell you but only if you sit with me,” Hix bargained, hoping she would let him hold her while they talked. The idea of leaving made him more and more anxious whenever he thought about it.
Maggie sat on Hix’s lap and leaned her had against his chest. The pair were silent for a moment, and simply enjoyed the closeness they shared.
“It’s time for you to go, isn’t it?” Maggie asked, the vibration of the words tickling against the front of his tunic.
“Yes,” he answered with a sigh. “Once the cargo shuttle is ready, we will be leaving. Most likely in just a few hours.”
“Damn.” Maggie looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I know it’s your job but I hate that you have to go.”
“I know, Maggie-mine.” Hix rubbed her arm as he cuddled her close. “I did bring you a surprise though.”
“A surprise?” Maggie’s eyes shot to the bag he had set on the counter.
Hix stood up with her still in his lap and walked them over to the counter. Holding her solidly against his chest, he jerked his chin at the bag. “Go ahead.”
When Maggie grabbed the large sack, he turned back around and moved back to their living area to get comfortable once again.
As he settled back into the chair, this time with both Maggie and the bag on his lap he nodded at her with a smile. “Go ahead. Open your present.”
Maggie bit her lip and she gave him a crooked smile. “What’s this for?” she asked even as her fingers went to work on the knot tying the top of the sack closed.
“Do you remember when I said I spent a lot of my time on Euphoria shopping for my future bride?” Hix asked, his cheeks warming at the idea of appearing foolish in front of his wife.
“Ohmygod, are these the gifts you bought?” Maggie clutched the bag to her chest as if it contained priceless riches, her reaction easing his embarrassment slightly.
“Yes.” Hix nodded. “After our rescue, I asked Councilor Wheaton and Councilor Kaine to track down the items I had stored on Phaeton Two before my defection. They were located only days before they were scheduled to be destroyed.”
“Oh…” Maggie breathed as she poked her head into the sack. “Hix…I don’t know what to say.” She pulled out a handful of silks, the collection of fabrics shooting from her fist as if she had captured a rainbow in the palm of her hand.
“There are a few pieces of jewelry and some oils at the bottom of the bag,” Hix said as he took the end of one scarf and rubbed it against her cheek. The fabric was one of the softest he had ever touched but still didn’t compare to the softness of his wife’s form.
“Once this mission is completed my punishment will be mostly over. As soon as I am able, I will ask to be placed on shorter security runs. I will still need to travel but hopefully those missions will only keep us apart for one or two days at a time.”
Maggie gave him a look of surprise, her attention no longer on the bag of gifts he had presented to her. “I thought you liked running the harder security jobs?”
“That was before I had you waiting for me to come home,” Hix pointed out. “I also find I am not as keen to step into danger as I once was. I cannot and will not take any risks that could potentially separate us.”
“Good,” Maggie chirped, moving the bag off her lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she set her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. “So, we have a few hours?”
Hix was unable to hide the smile that spread across his face at her seemingly innocent question. He knew exactly what she was hinting at because he too felt the same way.
“You know what that means?” Hix slid his hand along the waistband of her stretchy pants, watching as her eyes darkened slightly at the contact.
Maggie shook her head, “What does it mean?”
“It means we should not waste one precious moment.” Wiggling his fingers past the elastic at the small of her back, Hix let out a groan at the feel of her bare skin. “Did you not wear panties today?”
“I think I broke the clothes cleaner thingamajig.” Maggie’s words were distracted as Hix traced the skin on her bottom. Every single inch of his wife was soft and supple, allowing his fingers to sink in slightly as he gripped and squeezed the fleshy globes.
“I will have someone fix it while I am gone.” Hix stood up with Maggie still cradled in his arms. “Did you like going without those scraps of lace you wear?”
Maggie flashed him a wicked grin. “I felt naked without them, which made me think of you…all…day…long.”
Hix stumbled as Maggie punctuated her words with licks and nibbles on his neck. Unwilling to drop his precious burden, he moved fast to make it to the bedroom before she was able to further distract him.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” Maggie whispered against his jawline.
“I know, Maggie-mine.” Hix leaned over to lay her gently on the bed. “Let us make some memories to carry with us while we are apart.”
“Sounds good to me.” Maggie opened her arms to Hix where he was still standing next to the mattress.
“Let us take some of this off first.” Hix tugged at her pants, pulling them down and off in once swoop before moving to her shirt. With her hands over her head, Maggie wriggled as she tried to free her arms from the tangle of cotton. Hix would have normally been there to offer his assistance but in this instance, he was distracted by the sight of her breasts bobbing and jiggling while barely encased in pink lace. The fabric was sheer enough for the hard nubs of her nipples to be seen clearly through the patterned swirls of thread.
“Ummm, Hix?” Maggie asked, her face and arms still trapped in her shirt. “A little help here?”
Hix shook his head before remembering she couldn’t see him. “I want a taste first.”
“Taste?” Maggie asked just before his lips locked around the pointed nipple pushing at the lace.
Since he was still standing next to the bed, Hix was able to lean over and have full access to the feast of flesh before him.
Hix smiled around the tip of her breast at the sound of her squeal. Rubbing his tongue over the pebbled tip, he used the combination of his tongue and the lace of her bra to bring the peak even tighter. When he leaned back to see his masterpiece, he wished he had a vid catcher. The sight of her spread out beneath him, helpless and squirming, was enough to make him come from that alone. When he took in the gorgeous tits before him, their tips an angry pink as they dared him to suckle more, Hix went back for seconds.
“Dearlordalmighty,” Maggie gasped as she arched her back high off the mattress.
Hix pressed down on her stomach to keep her in place. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“Relax? Really?” Maggie murmured incredulously.
“Shhh, I will help you,” Hix murmured, keeping his hand firmly on her torso to prevent her from moving. “First, let me uncover your face. Although the thought of you not being able to see where I am going to pleasure you next is…thrilling. I find that I like seeing your eyes as it happens.”
Hix pulled her shirt up farther, leaving it tangled in the space from her elbows to her wrists. “See? This way you are at my mercy but I am also able to see how much you are enjoying our time togeth
er.”
Maggie wriggled her hands, her eyes heating when she realized that although he had removed her makeshift blindfold, she was still bound before him.
“Is this acceptable?” Hix asked softly, his eyes focused on her hands where they were tethered together above her head. He had been rock hard the moment he had first touched her, but now his cock was throbbing at the sight of her bound. “If you do not like it, I can relea—”
“No!” Maggie blurted out. “I mean, I don’t mind it.”
Hix studied her closely, needing to make sure she was with him on this journey as they explored the aspect of bondage. It wasn’t as if he was new to the idea. Although he had never participated in anything like this, he had seen similar scenes performed in the brothels on Euphoria. Some of them had gone too far for his taste. The addition of whips and paddles wasn’t something he found appealing while others focused on bondage. Hix simply was turned on at the sight of a female being controlled for not only her pleasure, but also his.
“Next time I will use the silks I bought for you…but right now they are too far away.”
Maggie moaned and tossed her head on the pillow.
“Does that idea make you wet for me?” Hix whispered, his own voice husky with the desire he felt burning through his body.
“Yes, Hix.” Spreading her legs, Maggie allowed him a glimpse of her shiny center before rubbing her thighs together.
“Maybe next time I will even tie these legs open…that way you cannot deny me anything.” Hix dragged a finger along the sensitive curve of her lower belly, his touch teasing. “Would you like that, Maggie-mine?”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Maggie felt as though her skin were two sizes too tight. She had never had the pleasure of being tied up before and she had never realized what she was missing out on until this exact moment.
When he had removed the shirt over her face, Maggie couldn’t help but stare at the man hovering above her. Even fully clothed, Hix was still hot enough to take her breath away. As he looked down at her with a lusty smile on his face and the promise of what was to come glittering in his eyes, Maggie couldn’t help but squirm.
She was at his mercy and couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her. Arching up off the bed, she hoped to tempt him with the curves she was offering but felt his warm hand settle on her stomach again.
“Stay still, Maggie-mine.”
“But I—”
“In this moment you do as I say…” Hix ordered, his tone as firm as the hand holding her in place.
Maggie couldn’t stop the shiver his words evoked. Nodding to show him she agreed, she linked her hands together over her head and waited for him to make the next move.
Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned over, ghosting his lips along her exposed stomach. Going commando today hadn’t been by choice but she couldn’t help but be grateful her panties weren’t present to get in the way. One thing she had discovered about Hix during their short marriage was that he liked to tease. Sometimes, he would toy with the small bits of clothing Maggie wore, using their placement against her as he teased the flesh hidden beneath. Just the other day, he had used her own thong against her, teasing her cleft and also her ass before simply holding it aside as she rode him.
“Hix, please…” Maggie moaned, when he leaned over to nuzzle the curls guarding her pussy.
“Let me enjoy you, Maggie-mine.” Hix licked the skin at the crease of her leg. “Let me savor you.”
“At least take off your pants.” Maggie pleaded as her hands twisted back and forth in the cloth that still held them hostage.
Hix nodded against her thigh before standing up straight. “They are starting to become uncomfortable anyways.”
“Goody.” Maggie bit her lip as she watched him open the front placket of his breeches. She barely held back a groan of disappointment when he left his pants alone to instead begin removing his shirt.
Whisking it up and over his head, Hix tossed the shirt to the side. The flex of muscles as he moved almost made her choke on her own spit. Strong hands hooked into the top of his pants to begin working them down his hips with Maggie’s eyes following them every inch.
When the muscled vee of his hips came into view, she rubbed her legs together. She was shameless. Maggie became a drooling mess every single time she saw that toned line of muscle that led to his goods.
Seriously. The visual literally made her stupid. All she wanted to do was touch and lick…and touch and lick some more.
As his pants cleared his hips completely, Maggie let out a sigh.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she couldn’t stop herself from whispering.
And he is…he truly is.
“You are the beautiful one, Maggie-mine.” Hix kicked his pants away. The action made his erection bob up and down with the movement. “Let me show you…”
Maggie could barely hold back a gasp of surprise when he reached forward to tweak the nipple still straining against the pink roses embroidered on her bra. The combination of his fingers and the lace created a friction that was delicious even as it burned slightly.
“I find I like you restrained for me,” Hix said softy. His eyes lingered on her still imprisoned wrists before trailing down her body.
“Me too,” she whispered back, unable to say more without begging him to just take her already.
Hix seemed to be thinking along the same line she was because his next move was to the bedside table. Grabbing the box of condoms stored there, he pulled out a line of the foil packets before dropping the empty box onto the table top.
“This should be enough.” As he wiggled the strip in the air, Maggie counted them.
“I would say five is more than enough…especially if I want to be able to walk when we’re done,” she teased.
“This first time will be fast.” He quickly ripped one open and began rolling it down his stiff cock. “Even though I had you twice this morning, I find I am unable to be satiated for long.”
Maggie knew exactly what he meant. Their sex life was off the charts, and although some said it was because they were still in the ‘honeymoon stage,’ Maggie had a feeling their desire for each other would always be ridiculously strong. Rubbing her legs together, she was not surprised to feel the insides of her thighs already slick.
“Don’t make me wait.” Maggie opened her legs and arched her back to thrust her breasts as high as possible. “Please. Don’t waste anymore of our time together.”
Hix’s face softened as he looked down at her. “Maggie, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered back, feeling her eyes sting with tears at the look of adoration he was giving her.
Hix carefully climbed on the bed and positioned himself on top of her with his hips cradled between her thighs. “I am going to miss you so much.”
“Ditto.” Maggie shook away the lone tear that escaped from the corner of her eye, not wanting to spoil this moment by becoming a blubbering idiot.
Hix brushed it away as it rolled down her temple. “No crying, only loving.”
With his arms braced beside her, Maggie was comfortably caged within his embrace. She jolted in surprise when he dropped his head low and began sniffing around her neck. After Hix had taken ten or fifteen deep breaths in, Maggie started to worry.
“Are you okay?”
Hix lifted his head, and the braids around his temples fell forward to brush her cheek. “I am making sure I have enough.”
Now I’m really confused.
“Enough of what?”
“Of your scent,” Hix answered as his face turned pink. “It is the best smell in the galaxy and I do not know what I am going to do without it close to me.”
Maggie leaned up to kiss the lips hovering above her. “That’s really sweet but would you fuck me already? I’m kind of dying here.”
The look on his face was priceless.
Letting out a sharp bark of laughter, Hix dropped his forehead to her own
as he chuckled at her demand.
“Of course, Maggie-mine.” With one hand gripping her left hip and the other holding her wrists in place, Hix positioned himself at her entrance. “I will never get enough of the feel of you.”
“Ditto,” Maggie let out on a rush as he pushed forward as far as her body would allow. His entry took her breath away. The slight edge of discomfort of his thickness was easily pushed aside by the pleasure that followed.
Hix’s grip tightened on her arms as he stayed completely still where he had seated himself. “Are you ready?”
Maggie raised her legs up even farther to wrap around his lean waist. “Yessss,” she hissed as he pulled back before filling her to the brim yet again.
“You’re so warm…so tight…so mine.” Hix’s chant echoed the beat of his driving hips.
“Rub my clit,” Maggie urged, tugging against the hand holding her arms prisoner.
“Like this?” Hix asked as he dropped his thumb down to rub circles around her stiff button. “Or do you like this?”
The series of quick flicks he issued with his fingers had Maggie howling and practically bucking his body off. “You like that, don’t you, Maggie-mine?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Maggie panted as her body shook with the power of his thrusts.
Only a few short minutes had passed before she was ready to go over the edge. They were both covered in sweat as Hix hammered into her, strumming her clit to a beat only he knew.
It was no surprise when Maggie came, screaming in his ear as her body shook and shivered with the pleasure he was giving. When Hix pulled out and flipped her over, Maggie was boneless to do anything other than follow his commands.
“That’s my girl,” Hix soothed as he pulled her back into his lap, his cock seeking her entrance from behind. Burying himself deep, Hix smacked the fleshy cheek of her ass as he found his rhythm again.
Unable to do anything but lean forward and take the hammering he was handing out, Maggie gripped the sheets in front of her face. Only finding the energy brace herself when she felt Hix’s finger touch her asshole. “Hix?”
“Not today,” he assured her, his touch light as it rubbed the pucker. “But when I get back…this ass is mine.”
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