by Anne Rainey
As she touched the bulbous tip of her massager to her clit, Merrick licked his lips and knew a momentary pang of jealousy. Damn it, he was jealous over a piece of vibrating plastic!
He stepped closer, bumping his shins into the box springs. His legs weighed a ton, as if he’d just run five miles. As he moved closer, Chloe rewarded him with a siren’s smile. She knew exactly the effect she had on him. She enjoyed the hell out of it, too. He drank in the sight of her as her breathing increased, her composure slipping a little more. The massager glided over her clit, back and forth, then dipped between her pussy lips. Her lower body started a sweet, gyrating rhythm that had his cock dripping with precome. As she cupped her free hand over one round breast, plucked and tugged at her own nipple, Merrick let loose a low groan. Enough was enough. No man could stand such torture.
He leaned down and touched the inside of her thigh. He smoothed his hand toward the sopping wet center he craved so badly. Merrick’s pounding heartbeat nearly drowned out everything else.
“I want to watch you, Merrick,” Chloe pleaded in a throaty purr that caressed his flesh. “I want your hand on your cock, pumping and squeezing. Do it now, before I come. Please.”
Merrick needed no more provocation. With his legs braced apart, he wrapped a tight fist around his heavy length and pumped, slowly, up and down. Chloe’s eyes grew dark with passion. Her lips parted and her small pink tongue darted out, licking, as if imagining his taste. He watched the movement, sensing that teasing stroke on his cock.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked. She nodded eagerly. He placed one palm on the bed and leaned down, then pressed his lips to hers. She opened eagerly. Merrick sank his tongue inside, licking and tasting her sweet flavor.
“Lift up a little and lick my cock, baby.”
She never hesitated. Chloe kept a firm hold on her toy while she pushed herself toward him and licked his dripping tip. Merrick lost it. Her touch. Her sighs. It was all too damn much.
“Fuck, I have to taste you. I’m sorry, baby, I can’t wait any longer.”
He dropped to the floor at the side of the bed and pushed her massager out of the way, then pressed his mouth against her hot mound. Merrick took her clit between his teeth and flicked it back and forth. He had the crazy notion that he’d found home. This was where he belonged, not some stuffy office building.
He suckled and nibbled. Chloe’s fingers sank into his hair. She grasped his scalp and held him against her intimate flesh as she took her own pleasure. He licked at her, absorbing the sounds of Chloe’s hoarse cries and whimpers. She bucked against his face and came suddenly, wildly, screaming his name over and over again. The sweetest music he’d ever heard.
He kissed her swollen nub and stood, then placed one knee on the bed and straddled her.
“I want your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Chloe’s eyes opened, a dreamy expression on her face, and held out her arms. “Come up here.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Even as a gangly teenager, Merrick hadn’t been this turned on. Somehow, Chloe had turned the tables. She seemed to be orchestrating their little symphony now. He stared at her lying on the bed, her body splayed wide, not a care in the world, and the sight touched his heart. She made such a tempting picture with the secret smile curving her pretty lips and the rosy afterglow of her climax. In that moment, Merrick knew that whatever Chloe wanted, Chloe was liable to get.
Merrick placed his hands on the headboard behind her and crawled up her body, straddling her face. His eyes glazed over as she stared at his cock bobbing an inch from her mouth. She licked her lips and closed the gap between them, before kissing the swollen purple tip.
“Oh, hell, Chloe, you’ll be the death of me.”
She hummed and wrapped her arms around his thighs, then probed the slit in his tip with her tongue. Merrick bucked and clutched onto the headboard until his knuckles turned white. He knew what would happen next. His sweet Chloe would take him straight to heaven.
Chapter Seven
Nothing tasted quite as delicious as Merrick. That special blend of spice and masculine heat revved Chloe’s engines every time. She gave into temptation and licked the underside of his shaft. He groaned and pressed his cock closer. She knew his intent. He wanted her to take him into her mouth, suck him to the back of her throat, and let him come all over her voracious tongue. She wanted that too, but Chloe needed to make the man squirm a little first.
She released her hold on his thighs and wrapped both her hands around the base of his cock, then pumped up and down. She laved him with her tongue, over and over. Her body began the slow climb again, aching and ready. In her mind, she saw him filling her, stretching her tight channel and pounding into her so hard they both saw stars.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. Make love to my cock.”
Chloe used one hand to cup his heavy sac. Merrick jerked as if burned. She smiled before lifting his cock out of the way and bringing his balls to her mouth. She sucked one in and let her teeth graze over the smooth skin. Merrick shouted her name, his pleasure becoming her own. She popped it out of her mouth, then showered the same attention on the other soft orb.
“Bite down,” he demanded, “just a little. Let me feel that squeeze, sweetheart.”
Chloe let her lips close around his sac. Merrick’s fingers dug into her scalp, holding her against him. She pulled back and peered up at him. His lids were barely open, and the feral expression on his face had her trembling. For months she’d felt abandoned and ignored. In this single moment in time, Chloe had Merrick’s full attention and she basked in it. Keeping it would be the tricky part.
Chloe wrapped her fingers around the base of his hard, pulsing length and brought it to her lips. She rubbed his tip back and forth, letting the moisture coat her mouth.
“Open, baby. Let me fuck that hot little mouth.”
Beyond denying him, Chloe parted her lips. Merrick took over at once. He pushed his hips forward an inch and filled her mouth with the swollen head of his cock. The width of him had her stretching her lips wider to accommodate for his size. She closed her eyes and drew him in an inch at a time, until at last he touched the back of her throat. Chloe wrapped her arms around his hips and dug her fingers into his buttocks. Merrick went wild. He flexed his hips and pushed forward, then back, fucking her mouth. When she released her hold on his left ass cheek and cupped his balls, he suddenly pulled out. Chloe frowned up at him.
“Open your mouth. I want to watch my come spurt all over your tongue, and you’re to keep it there until I say.”
Chloe didn’t need him to order her. She loved his particular flavor. She opened her mouth, and Merrick was there, pumping his cock with his fist. His fingers dug deep into her hair, pulling almost painfully as he exploded, pouring hot creamy fluid all over her tongue and teeth.
Merrick pulled back, his gaze trained on the pool of creamy fluid inside her mouth. “Mmm, that’s sexy, baby.” He paused, then added, “Now you can swallow.”
She closed her mouth and swallowed her husband’s salty fluid. Sweat glistened on Merrick’s pecs and abs, and his eyes had darkened with arousal as he hovered over her. Her heart did a little flip at the sight of her gorgeous husband. The primal image would always stay with her.
“You have the most wicked way of turning me inside out, baby.”
Chloe liked the sound of that. It told her she gave him something no other could. “I think that’s a mutual feeling.”
He lay down on his side next to her, his semi-hard cock pressing into her thigh. “But I’m not through with you. I want more. I’ll always want more from you, Chloe.”
She knew that couldn’t be true. The past several months proved he might want it to be true, but the reality was far different.
“Three months,” she bit out.
He’d propped his head on his hand and started to stroke a finger over her breasts and ribcage when her statement seemed to register. He froze.
“Wh
at?”
“Three months since you last made love to me.”
His cheeks reddened. “No way has it been three months. That’s not possible.”
She flung her arm over her eyes and muttered, “It is. Believe me, I counted.”
Merrick’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged, forcing her to look at him. “You could have approached me. Desire between a husband and wife is a two-way street, Chloe.”
That was the wrong thing to say. She sat up and pointed a finger at his chest. “You think I didn’t try? Oh, I tried all right! Over and over. I even worried that you had someone else!”
Merrick cupped her jaw and frowned. “You can’t be serious. Baby, there’s only you. I swear on my life I’ve never even come close to cheating.”
“I know,” she admitted. “In my heart I knew you’d never cheat on me. Still, that left me with no explanation as to why you wouldn’t touch me. Why we hadn’t made love.” Her voice broke and tears filled her eyes. “Why, Merrick?”
He swiped a tear away with his thumb. “I’m not making excuses, but I didn’t intentionally push you away. I’ve been consumed with the business. Making it something that would withstand the test of time is very important to me. I’m sorry that need overshadowed the most vital thing in my life: you.”
“I’m proud of your hard work, but that doesn’t explain this rift.”
Merrick pulled her close and placed the gentlest of kisses to her lips. He lifted away a mere inch and murmured, “I have a lot of things to explain to you.” He kissed her cheek. “A helluva lot to make up for.” He lay back on the bed and brought her on top of him as he went. “But right now I need to show you how much I’ve missed you. Give me tonight. Tomorrow I’ll tell you everything.”
He placed a chaste kiss to her lips, and Chloe surrendered. “Tomorrow. Promise me.”
“Tomorrow, baby, I promise.”
“Then quit messing around and kiss me like you mean it.”
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”
Merrick cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a bone-melting mating of lips. He crushed his mouth to hers and teased her lips apart, their tongues dueling. Chloe drifted on a sea of desire as Merrick took his time sucking on her tongue. His calloused palms skated up her back and held her close. She pushed her breasts against his chest and rubbed her hardened peaks back and forth. Merrick groaned into her mouth and ground his hips into the juncture between her thighs. She pulled away and sat atop him. Gazes locked, she positioned his cock and let him barely breach her entrance, torturing them both.
“Goddamn you’re tight. I’m burning up here, babe.”
Chloe’s thighs trembled. “I love the way you feel inside me. You’re so hard and strong.”
“And you’re so fucking soft I want to sink into your sweet little cunt and never leave,” he growled. “Ride me, Chloe.”
“Yes,” she breathed out. Chloe levered herself with her hands on his chest and slowly sank onto his heavy, swollen erection. He stretched her inner walls, stroked sensitive tissues.
He pulled her down and cupped her breast. “Mmm, come to Daddy,” he urged in a husky whisper that moved along her nerve endings like the stroke of a feather. “So good, so fucking perfect.”
Chloe couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat. Her husband’s gaze held her captive. She was so wet and slick, yet her body still milked his engorged length. When she whimpered, he smoothed his palm up her spine in a soothing caress. “Easy. We have all the time in the world.”
“I never want it to end, Merrick, never.”
“And it won’t,” he vowed.
She threw her head back and began moving up and down, before grinding her hips into his and allowing his cock to sink even deeper.
“Yeah, do that again.”
She repeated the movement, rising up until just the bulbous head was nestled between her pussy lips, then slid down again, fusing their bodies together. Merrick groaned his approval, his gaze never leaving her face. His hands slid over her body, touching everywhere, as if reacquainting himself with her every curve and valley. Chloe luxuriated in having his total concentration.
She squeezed her inner muscles and Merrick’s hips shot upward. The sweet lover disappeared and in his place lay a wild and uninhibited warrior. Her husband’s primitive nature took over. He began thrusting and retreating, hard and fast, driving them both to the ragged edge of desire.
“Merrick!” she cried out.
He lifted up, wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her neck. “I’ve got you, baby.”
His lips caressed as he drove his cock deep. Chloe met him thrust for thrust. Merrick found the special spot on her neck that always drove her crazy and sucked her overheated skin. She dug her fingers into his hair and held him close. His arms tightened around her as he pushed in and out, fucking her tight channel.
The fire inside her core burned hotter and hotter until her pussy clutched his cock like a fiery fist. He pulled back and thrust forward one more time. Chloe lost it. Merrick kept his arms locked around her shoulders as she burst all around him, screaming his name. The orgasm went on and on, Merrick seemed intent to pull every last drop of pleasure from her.
After she came down from the euphoric high, Merrick lifted his head. “Look at me, beautiful.”
Chloe opened her eyes and stared at her husband. “Come for me, Merrick,” she murmured.
“Anything you say, sweetheart.” He thrust his hips upward once, twice, three times before he filled her with his hot seed. The swiftness of it shocked her to the core. He’d been waiting, riding that shaky edge until she found her own completion.
Chloe couldn’t drag her gaze away as Merrick’s entire demeanor changed, became more intense.
“Do you see how we fit? Do you feel me inside you?”
“Yes, Merrick.”
“No other will ever fill you like me. This isn’t about chemistry or body size either. It goes deeper than that. This is about love.”
“And no other will ever fit you like me?” she asked, hesitant about this new side to her husband.
“Exactly. I will not let you go.” His arms crushed her to him, his head buried in the valley between her breasts.
She pushed his sweat-soaked hair away from his face. “We don’t always get what we want, Merrick. It’s called free will.”
He nuzzled her bosom, kissed each of her nipples before leaning back. “Yes, free will. But I happen to know a secret, baby.”
“And what’s that?”
“I know you, inside and out. If you really thought I was beyond help, you wouldn’t have hesitated to dump my workaholic ass.”
Damn. He had her there. She had thought he was worth the effort and she did think their marriage worth saving. Merrick hadn’t neglected her on purpose. She knew that in her heart. The question remained as to why he’d put her on the backburner.
He’d claimed to tell her everything tomorrow. They’d talk then. She’d finally get some long overdue answers.
Chapter Eight
Merrick sat at the little table on the terrace of their suite, soaking in the fresh morning breeze as he read the latest headlines. He took a sip of the fresh coffee that had arrived moments earlier. He’d always been an early riser, but he’d actually slept until eight. He couldn’t believe the time when he’d looked at the clock. He hadn’t slept past six in the morning since his college days.
It hadn’t been easy to leave the warmth of Chloe’s naked body. She’d been draped over him like a human blanket, but he’d had a lot of thinking to do. Things to plan. Today he’d promised an explanation for his obsessively focused attitude toward work. Christ, he’d practically abandoned her. His pride stung when he thought of how he’d treated her. The most precious thing in his life, and yet his need to prove himself had overshadowed that fact. There could be no changing the past, though. All he could do now was prove he’d never neglect her again. He only hoped she gave him a second ch
ance.
A rustle of fabric behind him caught his attention and pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned in his chair to see Chloe standing in the doorway. Her long hair lay in tangled waves over her shoulders, down past her breasts. Her cream-colored silk robe delineated her sleek lines and full, rounded hips. She could wear a burlap sack and it still wouldn’t hide curves like hers.
His mouth watered.
Merrick held out his hand and murmured, “Come here, angel.”
Chloe padded barefoot across the patio, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “How come you didn’t wake me?”
He chuckled and pulled her onto his lap. “And risk a limb?”
She smacked his chest. “I’m not that bad and you know it.”
Chloe grumbled and groused until she had at least two cups of coffee. “You don’t do mornings well. Remember the time right after we were married? I decided to wake you and surprise you with breakfast in bed. Big mistake.”
She laughed. “I didn’t shove the tray in your face on purpose. It was an involuntary reaction.”
He smoothed his palm down her back and slid his fingers over the top of her ass. “It wasn’t my face that got drenched. I ended up with scrambled eggs and grape juice all over my boxers. And that juice was cold as hell, too.”
Her eyes darkened with arousal. “But I cleaned you up afterwards.”
He angled his head and kissed her lightly. “Mmm, yes you did. I enjoyed your apology very much.”
Chloe started to leave his lap, but Merrick clamped his arm around her tighter. “Going somewhere?”
“I need to shower. I feel all…sticky.”
He let his palm drift up her thigh, pushing her robe apart as he went. The instant he felt her soft curls, his semi-erect cock stood to full attention. He slid a finger between her pussy lips and encountered creamy heat. “You’re aroused.”
Chloe sighed and leaned back. “Sitting on your lap does that to me.”
“I’m very glad.”
Merrick wiggled his index finger deeper. The clutch of her inner muscles had him pushing his dick into her bottom. He needed to bury himself inside his wife’s welcoming sheath. He pulled his finger free, then grasped onto her waist, turning her around until she straddled him. They didn’t speak as he untied her robe and exposed her nude body in the soft morning light.
