“Magic. Word.” Devin ground out against clenched teeth.
“Please!”
He snorted and the pace sped up so fast, she didn’t have a moment to catch him. He smacked her ass with his hand again and again, the swats coming so quickly she thought she’d explode.
And she did.
“Oh shit!”
Sweat glistened across her body, and her muscles went taut as the world burst wide open in dizzying swirls of lights and colors. Spasms rocked through her, setting her vision to tilt. The world winked out of existence for a few hot moments before crashing back in.
Her pussy’s muscles clamped down on his cock and milked his stone tool for all its worth. The roar Devin tried to keep at bay broke through and filled the room with such a thundering cry, Susan’s nipples ached as they hardened even more, and she couldn’t help but smile as hot cum sprayed into her snug well, overflowed her canal, and slipped out and raced down her thigh.
She looked back at Devin.
His eyes were shut and his head thrown back as the throes of his orgasm washed over him. Held tight in its grip, he couldn’t even move, let alone acknowledge her. She smiled at the sheer, unguarded passion on her husband’s face. She never tired of seeing him pleasured and fulfilled.
She pushed herself up to all fours and Devin gripped her waist harder, thrust into her warmth once more and held her fast to him. Still. She had to stay completely still until the last echoes of his release dribbled out of him.
Feeling ever naughty, Susan bucked out of his grasp, spun around and took his cock into her hand, and slipped the sensitive head into her mouth, sucking the last of his pleasure into her mouth. His entire body spasmed in her hands and he whimpered something, but she ignored it. One lick, two licks, three, before he grabbed her shoulders firmly and croaked out, “Enough.”
She smirked at him and he shook his head at her, but he did smile.
They collapsed to the bed, drenched in their mutual glow.
Devin bent down and kissed the top of her head. He pushed her back until she was lying on her back and climbed onto top of her. He used his arms to keep his full weight from crushing her as he lay on top of her, his legs on either side of her, his semi-erect rod on her belly.
Those beautiful blue eyes bore into hers, and he breathed. “Like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, throat burning from the shouts and cries her passion had ripped from her. “Hell yes.”
“Me too,” he confessed with a small chortle in his throat. “Thank you, baby.”
He kissed her lightly on the forehead and rolled off of her. Lying beside her, he leaned on his left arm, wrapped his right arm around her waist and guided her to her side, spooning with her. Sticky and hot, her skin seemed to be aflame, but was wet. As uncomfortable as she felt, she let Devin hold her close to him. They could be hot and sweaty together.
He nuzzled her ear with those heavenly lips, and her nipples hardened in response to his mouth. He kissed her again on the cheek and nestled his head on top of hers. He folded her into his embrace and squeezed her to him as if he wouldn’t let her go—ever. She smiled and closed her eyes again, feeling her muscles throb and her blood slow as fatigue overtook her at last.
And she slept the sleep of angels.
Chapter Four
Three Weeks Later, North Carolina
“How come North Carolina is just as damn hot as Texas?” Shauna asked from the patio. Dressed in a strapless tank top, blue jean shorts and sandals, Shauna couldn’t get any cooler by removing her clothes.
Susan giggled. “It’s May in the South. You can’t tell me it doesn’t get hot, if not hotter down in Atlanta. Don’t they call it Hotlanta?”
Shauna nodded, but sipped more of her margarita all the same.
Over by the grill, Devin and Dillon spoke in low tones and laughed. Each held a beer in one hand and wore sunglasses. Susan noted how the brothers didn’t look that much alike. Dillon had blond hair and was taller than Devin. Darker and shorter, Devin was the younger brother, and the devilish one, according to Dillon. Not that it mattered. Both of the men could’ve been culled from any issue of GQ magazine.
“So, how goes the wedding plans?” Susan asked and sipped her own peach margarita.
“Going,” Shauna said, and the bitterness threaded through the light words like a knife hidden in a cake sent to a prison—clumsily and obvious. “I mean, I should’ve hired a wedding planner, but hey, too late now.”
“You and Dillon have been together long enough. Just hit Vegas and tie the knot.”
Shauna shook her head. “I’m an only child and the only girl. My momma would kill me. You know how our mommas are, girl. You must be crazy.”
Susan nodded and laughed. She had three other sisters and a brother, and she’d still had the big fluffy wedding with Devin. Her momma would’ve been in Vegas with a shotgun and rope to tie her up and drag her right back to Winston-Salem to have a proper wedding.
“Try not to let it stress you,” Susan said. “Do what you and Dillon feel is right.”
Shauna nodded, hesitated, and then said, “How do you and Devin keep it from getting boring? I love him more than anything, but what is married life really like?”
Susan thought about the black paddle under their bed. They’d just given it a go this morning, and she had to keep adjusting herself in the outdoor patio seat to alleviate the quiet burn from the paddling he’d given her. In fact, her clit continued to pulsate each time a flash of small agony burst through her when she didn’t sit just right. Her panties were more than drenched, but she and Devin had guests, so…they’d have to wait.
“Susan? Suussann…,” Shauna said and waved at her.
Susan had completely lost herself in the memory of the morning.
“Oh, sorry!” she said. “You just find ways to keep it creative and compromise.”
“That sounds easy,” Shauna said and relaxed into her chair.
Susan met Devin’s eyes, and he winked at her.
“Hey, baby, come help me find something upstairs,” Devin said and walked over to her.
Susan nodded and without another word disappeared into their living room. Once out of view, she and Devin ran up the stairs to their bedroom, shut the door, and locked it. Devin snatched her skirt up over her thong and grabbed her ass, making her wince and tremble all at the same time.
He spun her around and tossed her onto the bed, ass up.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this morning since they got here,” he said, rubbing his rigid rod against her still flushed buttocks.
“Me too!” she said and pushed herself up until she was on all fours. “Do it!”
“Anything for you, Susan,” Devin said.
Smack!
**RB**
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