Her inner walls contracted around him as he drew slick circles around her clit. She was close, he could tell. Her nipples were dark, beaded against the cool air, her breath quick and shallow as she squirmed down on him over and over, grinding herself into his fingers as they played over her clit.
He hadn’t been kidding when he’d brought up marriage. He wanted to be with Katherine Edwards forever. But he’d take living together. And he’d planned to bring it up over a few glasses of wine, some sex, a fire, all designed to get her resistance low.
Instead, his ex-wife had shown up saying she’d missed their daughters and what could he say? Toss her out of the vacation house they still shared? In the presence of their daughters? If it had been just them or the girls had been away at the time, he would have, but they’d seen her drive up and he’d been trapped. Kate had been really angry but had hid it well, behaving, as always, kindly in Eve’s presence, but Eve played games and he planned to have yet another conversation with her about it.
There was a steadfastness of will Katherine possessed that Eve simply didn’t have it within herself to understand. Just because Kate didn’t tantrum or cry didn’t mean she wasn’t totally immovable. That was Eve’s critical mistake. She underestimated Katherine. All the things Eve didn’t get were all the reasons why Dix loved Kate so deeply. Eve hadn’t stood a chance at getting him back before he met Kate, but now that she was in his life, no one would take her from it. He had no desire for anyone else and, though she was courteous in the presence of his girls, he knew it was only a matter of time before Kate unsheathed her claws with Eve.
Kate wasn’t a passing phase. She was with him. With him. But right then, he wanted to bring her off, so he added pressure to his touch, bringing another gasp to her lips followed by a low moan. He smiled, closer, come on then …
Her head shot forwards as she leant over him, her fingers tunnelled through his hair as she rode him hard and fast.
‘That’s it, take it from me.’ He dug his heels into the mattress and surged up as she ground down on him, her cunt wet and hot. When she came he nearly lost his mind at how good it was, rippling and squeezing around him as she continued to fuck herself down onto him over and over. Thank heavens they’d finally reached the stage in their relationship where they could stop using condoms so he could feel all that hot wetness without latex between them.
‘Sweet Christ,’ she panted out, slowing her pace and letting him take over again.
‘I take it that was to your liking, milady?’ He rolled, landing on top where he could control the pace better. That and he liked the sight of her spread out beneath him, her face flushed from her climax.
‘You’ll do.’ Her voice had gone lazy, her muscles loose as she took him in. Her fingers slid up and down his spine as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him against her body.
He gave himself over to the pleasure of being with her, losing all other concerns but for what he felt for the woman beneath him. No other woman had provided such a refuge for him, had accepted him the way this one did.
‘Have I told you lately how much I love you?’
‘Mmm, it’s not like I have a problem hearing it more than once a day or say, when your ex-wife shows up with a suitcase.’
‘My darling, Kate, that horse is dead. Now unless you want me to go soft, let’s speak of it no more.’
Teasing him amused her. He got the cutest little furrow in his brow when she agitated him. Delicious really. Plus, he thrust into her a bit harder, and who could find fault with that?
‘Fine, fine. I love you too, by the way. You’re very handy when you’re naked.’ And he fucked like a rock star.
He stroked into her, deep and hard, keeping his rhythm steady. The subtle stretch of her skin around her clit, along with the way the angle he kept brought his cock over all the right spots, warmed her, filled her cells with pleasure. Instead of the hot rush of climax when she’d been on top, this was languorous and decadent. Much like him.
‘I like that smile.’ He flashed that grin of his. ‘It means something naughty in store for me.’
He pulled out and untangled himself from her legs despite her protest about it.
‘I was busy here the last time. Before you started bitching.’ With that, he pressed his mouth to her cunt and kissed, leaving her arching and breathless.
On and on he went, his mouth, tongue, lips and even teeth working in concert to blow her mind as he went down on her. She was ready, already close, but he kept her dancing right on the edge of climax until she pounded the mattress with her need to come. He sucked her clit in between his teeth, gently but surely, and it shoved her right into orgasm with one gasped whisper of his name.
Her muscles still jumped as he slid his cock back into her pussy with a satisfied sigh. His lips met hers, tasted of her, of them. She hugged him tight as he fucked her. Harder and harder and she knew he was close. Her nails scored into the hard muscle of his shoulders, her calves ached, holding him as close as she could get him, and he grunted in her ear as he thrust as deeply as he could and came.
He lay against her as his heartbeat slowed, their sweat and body heat fusing them together in a not altogether unpleasant way. ‘Tomorrow after breakfast, when the girls go out with their friends,
