Sighing, I lift my coffee cup off the counter in front of me and take a sip. Dressed in charcoal gray slacks and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows and the top two buttons left undone, I’m ready for the day. Even if it’s gonna be a long one.
The paperwork isn’t going to do itself nor will seeing to what the women have done. According to an email I received too late, it stated Jewel didn’t show up to work and that Ember is acting out stating I’d taken the bitch with me. Kit-Kat also informed me she’s not paid enough for dealing with the headaches I left her with. With me gone, it seems the women who work for me decided to act accordingly, thinking they’d get away with it.
Not happening.
I’ll be informing them of this upon their arrival. I’d scheduled a meeting an hour before opening for them to come in and receive their tongue lashing.
Bridget’s footsteps draw me out of my thoughts of my to-do list and I glance in her direction and smile when she steps into the kitchen.
“Morning, mo chuisle,” I murmur as I have every morning in hopes to get her to speak. This is part of her dramatics, she doesn’t talk to me unless I do something she thinks will cause my injury to open.
My wife gives me a quick glance and turns away from me to grab the kettle I’d bought for her since she prefers tea to coffee.
I give her an appraised look of approval as I take in her appearance. Red silk nightie that comes only to right under her ass. The curves of her tits are visible for me to see. I even got a glimpse at her hardened nipples pressing into the soft material.
My dick twitches wanting her to give him attention.
Enough with this game of hers. It wasn’t my fuckin’ fault the stupid bitch gave me head when I was out of it due to meds they’d given me.
I place my coffee mug down on the counter and move to the other side of the kitchen to step up behind her. Bridget stiffens as I press my front to her back and place my hands on her stomach holding her to me. I roam my hands over the silk of her nightie, one of them slides up to cup one of her breasts while the other goes south hitting her bare thigh. I don’t miss the shiver that she gives me.
“Dean,” she murmurs my name breathlessly as my hand on her thigh slides up to cup her in the one place I’m dying to be in again. After the doctor let me out of the hospital I agreed to stay a few days at Tomás’ home before we got on the plane to come home. I didn’t like not having her during this time. But I’ve given it to her to get over what happened.
Sliding my fingers through her folds, I groan at how wet she is for me. “Fuck, sweetness, you’re already soaked.”
Bridget doesn’t say a word as I continue to play with her pussy. Her hips start to move of their own accord and my dick throbs wanting to sink into her. Tweaking her nipple with my other hand, I release my grasp of her nipple and open the front of my pants. Sliding the material down slightly, my dick springs out, aiming in the direction of her ass.
I pull my hand from between her legs and step back enough to turn my wife in my arms. Soon as she’s facing me, I lift her onto the counter and order her to wrap her legs around my waist. At the same time, I slide into her heated core with a slow thrust. Bridget is still extremely tight due to me only taking her the one time.
“Fuck, mo chuisle. You feel so fuckin’ good,” I groan and lean my head forward to capture her mouth with mine for a heated kiss. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as she moans into mine.
Damn, I love this shit. Bridget wraps her arms around my neck and hangs on while I move inside her with deep thrusts. Sinking all the way in with each movement.
Bridget’s fingers score into my shoulders as she rips her mouth from mine and unravels around me. She cries out my name urging me on and I quicken my thrusts as her walls tighten around me inviting me to come deep inside her with my own release.
With a grunt, I still inside her spurting my cum deep into her core.
I recapture my wife’s mouth, sliding my hand into her hair to hold her to me as I show her my claim on her body.
I’m not done with her. Needing more than she’s given me already, I release her hair and slide both hands to her ass to hold her to me while I carry her to the dining room table. I break our kiss and pull the nightie from Bridget’s body. Tossing the fabric to the side, I get my first glimpse of her since the day I married her.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, sweetness,” I murmur and glide my still hardened shaft inside her sheath. “I know I need to get to work but I can’t. Not until I have you once more. Then maybe while we’re at the club I’ll have to take you again. Shit, mo chuisle, I don’t think I can get enough of you,” I announce, keeping a slow, steady rhythm.
Bridget seems enthralled with what I’m doing to her body and I take my time this time around lavishing her body, sucking her nipples into my mouth, and teasing her clit. When she erupts around my dick, my wife screams my
