Page 53 of Take Me Back
With a groan at the sight of her sweet ass, I bury myself back inside, reaching around to strum her clit while I pound into her.
Kat screams, and I guarantee anyone within a hundred yards of this thatched-roof hut can hear her coming as she squeezes my cock tight. It takes everything I have not to pound my chest like a primitive asshole at the thought.
She’s fucking mine.
Only mine.
I don’t let up. I want one more orgasm from her.
“Give it to me again,” I demand.
“I can’t,” she moans.
“You can.”
I go harder, more pressure on her clit, and the telltale flutter of her inner muscles tells me she’s close again.
“I want you to scream for me.”
The sound that breaks free from my wife’s throat is just as primal as the possessive feelings hurtling through my blood. My own roar joins it as I explode inside her.
For long moments afterward we still, our lungs heaving, until Kat’s elbows collapse and she falls forward.
“Holy. Shit.” She whispers the words, and I feel them all the way to my balls. “I don’t know what just happened, but I want to cast my vote for that happening again. A lot. And soon.”
A laugh gathers force, coming straight from my gut, and drowns out the sound of our labored breaths.
“Thank fuck. I second that.” I lower onto my forearms and press a kiss to her shoulder. “I love you, Kat. Always and forever.”
She starts to roll over and I pull free from her body, albeit reluctantly. But it’s worth it when I see her passion-glazed eyes.
“I love you too. I’m never giving up on us.”
“Damn right you’re not.”
I take her lips, tasting the salt and the sweet all at the same time.
And then predictably when it comes to Kat, her stomach growls.
I pull back. “Let’s get you showered and fed.”
“Do you think we can avoid the swingers?”
With a shrug, I flop onto my back next to her on the bed. “It’s not like they’re going to try anything. They offered, and we said no. End of story. Nothing to worry about.”
Kat bites her lip, her unease coming through loud and clear. “But isn’t it going to be awkward? I mean ... he offered you his girlfriend and you said no.”
“I don’t know how to put this without sounding like an asshole, but I’m pretty frigging sure that Anya is not Vander’s girlfriend. She’s ... a toy.”
Kat’s eyes go wide, reminding me how sheltered she really is. “What?”
“Vander’s got money. Can’t miss that. I’m pretty sure whatever their arrangement is, it’s mutually beneficial.”
“So you think she’s a gold digger?”
“I think she’s whatever she needs to be in order to have someone provide the lifestyle she’s become accustomed to, and Vander happens to be the guy for the job right now.”
Kat’s features screw up in distaste. “I just don’t get it. I’m sure she could be successful at something and not have to rely on a man to get what she needs.”
