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“At home. Why, when you have the most mouth-watering, heaven on earth's creations right in front of you?” she asks.
“I don’t agree,” I simply state, shrugging my shoulders.
“How can you not agree? Are your taste buds broken?”
“No. I’ve already tasted heaven on earth, and it was between your thighs. I’m saving my appetite to get another taste.” I watch as her cheeks flush for me.
“I didn’t know you could be so”—she licks her lips—“filthy.”
“I think my wife is just as filthy.”
“I am.” The two words come out in a soft whisper, and her shyness is doing it for me. It makes a protectiveness rise up in me. I’ll be filthy for the both of us and guide her. I brush my fingers through her hair and down to cup her chin in my hold.
“I’ll take care of you, wife, and give you everything you need.”
“Take me home,” she says, her eyes meeting mine.
“With pleasure. Your wish is my command,” I say before leaning in to take her mouth in a gentle kiss.
Her calling our place home settles something inside of me. We are each other's home from now until forever. No one will ever come between us again.
Chapter Thirteen
TRULY
I’m grateful for the privacy window between us and the driver in the SUV because we can’t keep our hands off each other on the ride home. There’s been a shift between us. It’s been slowly happening all day. The hurt and misunderstandings that have plagued us were resolved. At least for now. The issues with our parents will have to wait until another day.
Tonight, I want to focus on my husband. For us to explore each other in ways that I’ve only ever fantasized about. I have wanted this for so long. There is still a small part of me that worries the bottom could fall out any second.
“What are you thinking about?” Blake asks between kisses, his hand caressing the side of my face. I have never felt so desired before. It helps soothe that forgotten feeling I’ve had for so long.
I’m currently straddling him, my dress bunched up so that my sex is pressed against his hard cock. How the hell it’s going to fit inside of me, I have no clue, but I’m ready to find out, and I trust Blake. I didn’t wait this long to slow down now.
“How long I’ve dreamt of being like this with you. Wished that you would want me in the same way that I did you.”
“You never have to worry about me wanting you.” He leans in closer, his eyes staying locked on mine, wanting me to know how serious he is. “Truly. What should concern you is how much Idowant you and the lengths I’ll go to make sure you remain mine.” Those words should probably frighten me, but I can’t help but be more turned on by them.
This time it’s me that takes his mouth in a kiss as I rock my hips along the length of his cock. The thought of him being obsessed with me does it for me. I feel his hands grip me, holding me in place. I let out a small cry of protest. With how turned on I am, I’m less shy. My need is outweighing everything else.
“We’re home,” he says, breaking our kiss. I was so caught up that I hadn’t even realized we stopped moving.
Blake’s fingers tuck my hair that had fallen forward during our make-out session behind my ear. I lean into his touch, loving the intimacy between us. He lifts me off his lap, placing me beside him, before fixing my dress. Blake opens the door, stepping out and offering me his hand to exit and suddenly sweeps me into his arms to carry me inside.
“I can walk, you know,” I tease him, but he doesn’t put me down until we enter the master bedroom and he gently places me onto the bed. “You planning on carrying me around for the rest of my life? I mean, I’m not opposed to it.”
“Say the word and you’ll never have to walk again.” He flashes me that panty-dropping smile of his as he drops to his knees in front of me. He slips my shoes off, massaging the arch of my foot for a moment. With each stroke, the pleasure between my thighs grows more intense.
"Blake.” I moan out his name, making his eyes flare with need.
“Stand up and let me help you out of your dress.” He places my foot down. I immediately miss his touch, but I do as he asked.
I turn, giving him my back for him to unzip it. He places gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders as he does. Goose bumps break out along my skin, a thrill of anticipation tingling down my spine. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me standing in only my pink bra and lacy panties.
“Turn around. I want to see what belongs to me,” he growls, and I know he is teetering on the edge. Slowly I start to do as ordered. I'm not quick enough, and he helps me along, gripping my hips. I bite back a laugh.
“What about you?” I start to undo one of the buttons on his shirt. When he doesn’t stop me, I keep going. The rise and fall of Blake’s deep breaths lets me know how much I’m affecting him.
"No." His hand grips my wrist when I go for the last piece of clothing, his boxer briefs. “Those stay on for now.” He reaches around me and unsnaps my bra. It falls, hitting the floor.
