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‘Kiss me,’ I whisper, and before the words have fully left my lips, his mouth slams onto mine. In one quick, fluid movement, he pins me against the mirror wall with his hips, and there’s no missing his arousal; it digs into my stomach deliciously. An incessant ache forms between my legs. His tongue steals into my mouth as his hands reach for my breasts.
The lift comes to an abrupt stop, and he tears his lips from mine, black eyes burning into me. He ushers me out of the lift to a warmly lit corridor with one door. The shiny brass plaque next to it says Penthouse. His huge palm splays over my lower spine. He swipes a keycard over the lock, and it clicks open.
I’m not sure how much of this city I’m actually going to see.
Because the only thing I want to see is my husband, naked and hard for me.
40
DOMINIC
Inside the penthouse, polished travertine floors stretch beneath soaring ceilings, softened by hand-woven rugs in warm ochre and cream. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city like art. Marble-topped tables gleam under low pendant lights, and a long leather sofa that faces an open fireplace.
Best of all?
A massive four-poster bed dominates the space, dressed in crisp white Italian linen. Perfect for tying my wife to.
Aoife spins around slowly, drinking it all in, then her eyes fall to the bed. I waste no time undressing. My fingers flick over the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. Her eyes track the movement. I shrug it off and toss it to the floor.
The all-consuming need to drag her to the bed and take her, make her mine—again—claws at my insides like a wild fucking beast. ‘You’re giving me that look again, Mrs Kincaid. I told you what would happen.’
Her eyes flick up to meet mine. ‘So do it, Mr Kincaid,’she drawls with a tiny smirk, placing a hand on the curve of her hip, jutting her chest out.
I scoop her up like a rag doll and carry her to the bed. She sucks in a raspy breath. I place her gently down. ‘Strip.’
I open my suitcase and pull out the two black ties I packed, then stride across to where she’s already sprawled out across the bed waiting for me. She bites her lip as I reach for her ankle and secure it to the bedpost.
‘You know, you don’t have to tie me down,’ she says breathily. ‘I wouldn’t be anywhere else but naked with you.’
‘I know, sweetheart.’ Her nipples preen for my attention. I take her other ankle and secure it to the other side of the bed, so she’s spread wide for me. ‘But it turns me on knowing you can’t move—or close your legs.’
‘Why the hell would I want to?’ Her laughter pierces the air.
‘Because you’ve already come so many times that you’re begging me for a break.’ I drop to my knees between her legs and slide a finger through her slickness. ‘You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.’ I lick my finger and watch as her eyes darken with desire. I lower my face between her legs and offer her one long, languid lick.
‘Fuck,’ she moans, her back arching off the bed. Her beautiful breasts rise and fall with ragged, needy pants.
‘Patience, baby, we’ll get to that part.’ I glide my tongue slowly from her slit to her clit and suck. Her legs tremble, and satisfaction surges over my spine.
‘Dom,’ she begs, her eyes swim like molten lava. ‘Sir, I mean.’
‘Yes?’ I lick her again. Her fingers drift over her stomach to thread through my hair.
‘Can we try something?’ She sounds almost shy.
Clearly she hasn’t worked out that she can ask me for anything and I’ll do my darndest to deliver.
‘Anything you want, as long as it involves me making you come so hard you see stars.’ Without taking my eyes from hers, I take her clit between my lips and suck. Her entire body quivers, and her eyes roll skywards.
‘Eyes on me,’ I growl. ‘Now, tell me what you need, sweetheart.’
Her throat works as she swallows. ‘You. In my mouth—at the same time,’ she adds.
Having a first row seat to her sexual awakening is the best gift any wife could give her husband, which is why I’ll give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants.
I roll my tongue over her slit, swallowing her arousal as it seeps out of her, unzipping myself. When I’m completely naked, I crawl up the bed. Her focus falls to my cock. The tip is glistening with precum. She wets her lips. ‘I want to please you, sir,’ she whispers.
‘You already are, baby, you already are.’ I grab a pillow, place it gently behind her head, then position my tip at her lips. Her tongue darts out to lick, and she moans, parting her mouth for more. I flip over, until my knees are either side of her head.
