“Tell me what they’re doing right now,” Will whispered, his voice rough.
Taking a deep, appreciative breath, she pushed the soft shirt off his broad shoulders. She glanced over his shoulder at the window. “She’s pole dancing around the bed post again,” she told him. “Riding it up and down, so slow and graceful.”
“Bet she’s driving her guy crazy,” Will said.
“Oh yeah.” The young man was completely naked now, his body long and lean. His cock dark and thick. “He’s watching her now. He can’t take his eyes off of her.” She swallowed. “He’s got his cock in his hand, pulling on it in long, hard strokes while she dances for him.”
Will pressed his zipper-covered erection into her stomach. “That sounds like a good idea.” He reached for his belt, but she pushed his hands away.
“I’m going to take care of you,” she said, feeling stronger than she had in a long time. She ran her hands over his bare chest. “Mmm. There’s a lot of bare skin over there, but I like seeing all this skin even more. I think I need to see a lot more.” She unfastened his buckle and stripped the belt out of the loops, tossing it away like all the other articles of clothing she’d removed so far.
Will reached out and cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb over the black lace bra. “Is this new?”
“Yeah.” Was that her voice, so breathless?
“I like it.” He slid one hand behind her back and expertly unhooked it. “Haven’t lost my touch.”
She let the straps slide down her arms and watched the bra fall away, along with the last of her fears.
“That’s a pretty skirt,” Will said, his eyes dark and hooded. “Take it off.”
Amy smiled slowly and lowered the zipper, never taking her eyes off him. The silky fabric slithered down her thighs and puddled on the floor at her bare feet. Will lifted his brows when he saw her lacy black panties. It appeared he did appreciate the new pretties. He didn’t tell her to take them off, so she left them on as she unbuttoned his trousers and slowly unzipped them. Will took over then, first kicking off his shoes then stripping the trousers off quickly, taking his underwear and socks with them.
Amy took her time looking him over. All the hours at the office hadn’t hurt his body any. He was still trim, if not quite as muscular as he used to be. His erect cock rose proudly from its nest of curly brown hair. Amy was surprised at how anxious she was to touch it. To taste it. Her palms itched. She licked her lips.
“You look incredible, sweetheart,” Will said, the words soft, breathless. He’d obviously been checking her out too.
She couldn’t help but smile, standing there naked except for the new panties. She felt incredible, powerful. No longer weak and weepy. Amy stepped up to Will and then looked past his shoulder to the window again. The blonde had dropped to her knees in front of her guy, her body rocking as she took his cock deep into her mouth. Amy’s mouth watered and she looked down at Will’s magnificent erection.
She’d sucked his cock before, of course, but it had always been in bed, as a part of their quick foreplay before they got down to business. In all the years they’d been married, she’d never knelt before him, but it felt right to Amy to do it now. She may not have been all that graceful as she dropped to her knees, but when she heard Will’s sharp intake of breath, it made her feel even more powerful.
“Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked, his voice rough.
She just grinned. Using her hand to guide him into her mouth, Amy parted her lips and slid his velvet-coated erection over her tongue. His familiar taste burst in her mouth and she sucked greedily on his cock. Will moaned and curled his fingers into her hair. He began to move his hips, holding her head still and thrusting his cock faster into her mouth.
Amy grabbed onto his hips to steady herself as he plunged deep into her mouth, deeper than he ever had before. For a brief moment she worried that she couldn’t take all he wanted to give her. But she discovered if she relaxed she could take him that way. She was learning that she could take more than she ever thought she could.
The moans coming from her husband let her know how much what she was doing pleased him. And by giving him this pleasure, she realized how much pleasure she received in return. Why hadn’t she figured that out before?
Soon she adapted to his thrusts, to the strength and length of each plunge of his cock. Amy started to knead his firm ass, loving the feel of his warm strong muscles under her fingers. His cock rubbed over her tongue with each plunge and she found herself squeezing his tight butt cheeks in rhythm with his thrusts. The wiry hair surrounding his erection tickled her nose when she took him deep. The soft head of his cock brushed up against the back of her throat and she opened even farther for him.
“Oh, Amy,” he groaned. His hands slipped from her head and hung at his sides.
She shivered from the raw passion in his voice. Her hands began to wander. She slid one down to cup his balls, to run her roaming fingers over the soft, fuzzy sacs. Another, louder groan escaped his lips. Amy never knew she could smile while her mouth was full of cock, but she discovered it was certainly possible.
She dipped her other finger into the crease between his cheeks. He shuddered. Did that mean he didn’t like it? Or that it turned him on so much he couldn’t control his reactions? She let his slick erection slip from her mouth.
“Yes?” she whispered and wiggled the finger nestled between his ass cheeks. She glanced up to see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He moaned and nodded. She almost laughed with delight. “Good.”
She sucked her finger into her mouth to wet it before she took him deep between her lips again. Then while she returned her attention to his cock, she pressed the tip of the wet finger against his rear entrance. She’d never done that before, had never wanted to. But this was a night for doing the unexpected. She pressed harder, pushing through the tight muscle barrier.
“Aw, God, Amy!”
She felt his balls tighten and then he spasmed, shooting hot come down her throat. He grabbed onto her hair so tightly that it was almost painful, but she didn’t mind at all. His thrusts became rough and frantic as the orgasm dictated his movements. She kept her jaws loose, her mouth open and let him move as he needed to. He’d never come in her mouth before. She never thought she’d like it. But she gladly swallowed every salty drop he sent squirting over her tongue.
His movements slowed and gradually became less frantic, until he slumped against her and his hands dropped from her head. “Shit, I didn’t want to come yet.”
She laughed. “I’d have been disappointed if you hadn’t.” She licked his softening cock some more, until his skin was clean and shiny. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. Her heart stuttered in her chest. There was that look, the one she’d accused him of not using anymore. The one that made her feel adored. She felt ashamed for avoiding him all these months. What a lot of time she wasted being afraid. “I wanted to do that for you,” she told him. “I haven’t done enough for you.”
“Are you kidding? You do everything for me. I couldn’t live without you.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her to her feet, their bodies sliding against each other as he pulled her up. She clung to him with both hands. “I love you,” he growled. “I never stopped loving you.”
“I love you too.” She wrapped her arms around him, inhaled the familiar scent of her Will. She’d forgotten how much she loved to be in his arms. How much she needed it. “I’ve missed you.”
“No more,” Will said seriously. “I’m not going to give you the chance to ever miss me again.” Then he shocked the hell out of her by scooping her up into his arms.
Chapter Three
Amy laughed and threw her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” Will carried her over to the sofa facing the window. “Are you crazy?”
“Crazy about you.” He groaned, but held her close against his warm body. “Ugh, did that sound corny?”
She kissed his cheek
. “We used to be pretty damn corny, remember?”
“We sure did.” He stopped in front of the sofa and placed her gently on the cushion. She opened her arms to him, but he didn’t join her immediately. He simply stood there, gazing down at her with that look again. His eyes were dark with desire. Amy shivered in anticipation. “Lean back, Amy. It’s your turn now.”
She grinned at the eagerness in his voice and settled into the cushions. His gaze ran over her body like a blow torch, heating every inch of her skin, yet she shivered. And waited. She squirmed as he continued to silently study her. “Will?”
“Shh. Give me a minute to enjoy the view.”
“Oh,” she sighed. “Okay.”
And since he was enjoying looking at her, she took advantage of the time to do the same. To notice the way his normally well-groomed hair was tousled from her fingers. Notice the crinkles around his deep brown eyes and the shadow of a beard on his stubborn jaw. She reached out to him, but he caught her wrist before she could touch him. Ignoring the curious frown she sent him, he gently kissed her fingertips then pressed her palm to the back of her head.
“Keep your hand there.”
“What? Why?”
Will held her still. “Look through the window, Amy. Look at all that bare skin. Look at their busy hands.” He picked up her other hand and lifted it behind her head as well. She interlocked her fingers, her elbows held out to the sides. Will stroked her hands then her hair. “Remember how we used to keep our hands busy while we watched from our little corner at the club? My hand would be up your skirt, playing with your pussy. Yours would be down my pants, stroking my cock.”
“I remember,” she told him, squirming as she pictured their dark corner, remembering the way they used to bring each other to climax while they watched all those couples wriggling on the dance floor. “My hands want to be busy now.”
“Not right now.” He kissed the top of her head. “Keep them there.”
She groaned, but gripped her fingers tightly together and looked up at him. “But I want to touch you.”
He chuckled and shook his head slowly. “You’ve already touched me.”
“But not enough, Will.” It would never be enough.
“Later then.” He ran a finger down her cheek and she trembled. “It’s my turn now.” He circled around the sofa and knelt down in front of her. “You’re so beautiful.” He drew his finger along her throat and tingles ran over her skin in its wake. “Right now I want you to sit there and let me take care of you.” He circled her breasts with that teasing finger and she didn’t know if she could stand the delicious agony of lengthening anticipation.
“But—”
He stared her down. “Stop arguing with me for a minute. Let me take care of you, Amy. I want to do this.”
Chills from his intense expression danced along her skin. “Okay.”
He slid his hands along her hips, and then hooked his fingers under the black lace still covering her most intimate area. “I like this pretty underwear.” He stroked his thumbs along the wet lace between her legs, over and over again, making her wriggle. “Did you buy them for me?” She nodded, panting. “I think you should buy more of them.”
She swallowed to moisten her mouth. “You do?”
“Mmm.”
“Okay.”
He stared at her with his dark gaze as he continued to stroke her lace-covered pussy, teasing her with the tickles that made her crave even more. “They’re sexy.” Stroke. Tickle. “You’re sexy in them.” Stroke. Tickle. “And I can’t wait any longer to get them off of you.” He tugged the panties down and she eagerly lifted her hips to let him strip them off her body.
He knelt beside her, the panties dangling from one finger. “Now you look sexier than I’ve ever seen you.” After he shot her a mischievous grin, he tossed the panties over his shoulder. Still, he didn’t move to touch her and she ached for that more than anything. She couldn’t help but squirm restlessly on the soft cushion.
“We’re going to do this, don’t worry,” he said softly. “We’re just going to slow it down for a few minutes.”
Slow it down? They were already moving at a crawl.
Will cupped her face in his hands and swept his lips lightly over her eyes, nose and cheeks. She closed her eyes to savor the sweet sensations. His breath was warm as it brushed across her skin. He slowly moved his mouth over to her ear. He licked the lobe with his tongue, toyed with her little gold earring with his lips. She shivered, but it was in delight.
He moved his mouth across her jaw and down the column of her throat, nipping her with his teeth ever so lightly just above her collarbone. She shivered again. His hands moved to her breasts, gathering them together, squeezing them as she’d been imagining such a short time ago. How her despair had turned to joy since she’d entered this room.
She opened her eyes and looked past Will to see that the couple in the next room had made it to the bed. They were on their knees, facing each other in the center of a huge mattress. The blonde’s breasts were rubbing against the guy’s chest.
When Will lowered his face to her breasts, she ached to wrap her arms around him, as the blonde did to the man she loved. Amy wanted to gather her husband even closer to her, to hold on to him and never let him go. But she honored his instructions and didn’t lower her hands. Her nipples prickled and tightened with expectation. His chin was slightly scratchy, but that just added to the wild sensations running through her body. Then he took one needy nipple into his mouth and Amy gasped. She closed her eyes again and arched up into him, gripping her fingers even more tightly.
Sparks shot straight between her legs, sending the throb factor even higher. She shifted her hips beneath him, but he kept his attention on her breasts, which was certainly not a bad thing. But the nipping and sucking made the need between her legs grow stronger, the pulses of arousal heavier. Her mouth was dry from panting. She swallowed and wet her lips with her tongue. Will bit down lightly on one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. Her pussy throbbed and her clit prickled.
Her eyes flew open. She needed some attention down there. Now. “Will…please!” she moaned.
“What, sweetheart?” He lifted his head from her breast to look into her eyes. “What do you need?”
“Please,” was all she could say. She couldn’t think, could only feel. She rocked her hips. “Please, please, please,” she moaned, the words escaping her mouth in time with the movement of her body.
“I know.” He placed a light kiss on her wet nipple and then slowly dropped more kisses as he moved down her body. “I know.” More shivers. More throbs. Amy lifted her hips, instinctively trying to get closer to that wandering mouth of his. “I know.” Her hands hurt from gripping her fingers so tightly.
Will circled her navel with his tongue, the incredible sensations wet and erotic. When he plunged the warm wet tip into the dip of her navel, she groaned. That felt amazing, but she needed that tongue somewhere else, dammit.
He chuckled at her distress, the rumble of his laughter tickling her stomach. “I’ll get there, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Relax. Just enjoy the journey.”
She sighed and tried, really tried. There was no way she was going to relax, but she knew she should be trying to focus on where they were at the moment instead of just looking for the pay-off. Will was right. It had been so long since they’d taken the time to simply enjoy each other. To explore each other’s bodies. To connect in an intimate way. Lately, when they did have sex it was always a rush to get each other off and get to sleep. They’d forgotten to give each other the quality time they made sure to give their children.
The throbbing between her legs faded into the background as she focused on what Will was doing at the moment. On his hot, hungry mouth nibbling at her skin. On the roaming lips that swept across her abdomen. On the wet tongue dipping into her navel. She hadn’t even noticed he was running his hand over her thigh in her previous obsession with her greedy clit. But now the
scrape of his fingers along her sensitive skin sent shivers shooting across her body.
Will made his way leisurely down her restless body, sweeping his tongue over her skin on his way, she hoped, to the juncture of her thighs. At the same time that he nibbled on her stomach, he stretched one arm along her thigh and down past the calf of her leg until his large hand circled her ankle. He pulled her leg out to the side, giving him better access to the hot, wet spot between her legs.
“I love the way you smell,” Will murmured. He buried his nose in her tight curls and again her hips jerked uncontrollably. “That musky scent tells me you’re ready for me. Are you, Amy?”
She trembled beneath him. “I’m so ready. Touch me, Will.” The words tumbled out in a stream of edgy need. “Kiss me there. Lick me. Suck me. Oh fuck, just touch me there. Touch me now.”
But he still didn’t touch her. He apparently wasn’t going to be rushed now that he had her stretched out like a banquet before him. He looked up at her from between her legs and grinned. Seeing that boyish expression on his face took her breath away. They hadn’t been this carefree, yet this intense, in ages.
He hovered over her, his face so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her inner thigh. But he didn’t lower his mouth to her. Not yet. Still not yet. She shivered in anticipation. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he looked at her. He slid one finger through her slick folds from ass to clit, barely brushing against that sensitive button. She gasped, but his touch was already gone.
“Oh, Will, don’t tease me.”
He placed a gentle kiss on her stomach. “Aww, I’m not trying to tease you, sweetheart. I’m trying to give you the attention you deserve.”
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