Nothing was more erotic than the sight of her husband in the throes of passion. Jaye tightened her grip on his shaft. “Like this?”
“God, yeah. I mean, no.” His calloused hand closed around her wrist. “It’s my fault your parents didn’t approve of our marriage.”
“Doubt it.” She shivered, loving the scrape of his denim jeans between her bare thighs. She inched her hips closer to the hard silk of his penis and licked the shell of his ear just the way he liked, light and teasing.
Sure enough, he turned his face toward her neck and panted a gruff endearment against her throat.
Wanting to see the red blush of arousal across his broad chest, she pulled on the hem of his shirt. He was wearing the one she’d bought during one of the rare occasions they’d ventured outside their honeymoon suite weeks ago. “Take this off.”
With quick moves, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed the garment to the floor.
Muscles rippled across his chest, shooting a zing of excitement through her lower belly. Grabbing his thick wrists, she forced his heavy arms to rest along the cool smooth wood of the headboard. “Hold tight to the bed. Don’t let go, no matter how much you want to.”
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
He sounded hurt by the notion. “You’d better not.” She glared for good measure. Assured he’d follow directions, she spread her hands on the warm breadth of his chest, loving the fact she had a real man in her bed, one who always put her needs above his own—even when she specifically told him not to. “And stop talking.”
“I stole you away from your parents in the blink of an eye.” The fine shape of his upper lip curled into a snarl of self-reproach. “Like a greedy thief.”
“Shh,” she whispered her fingers over his mouth, never wanting him to regret their quick marriage.
Turning to the side, he pulled away from her soothing fingers. “I had to let them know I was willing to share. They have good reason to hate me for taking something so precious.”
His use of the word precious got to her. A hot tear rolled down her cheek, gathering velocity. The drop fell off her jaw to explode on his hard chest.
“My God, Jaye.” Mitch’s baritone broke in two. “Are you crying?”
She wiped off her cheek. “I’m not used to being with a man who will do anything to make things right for me.”
“Get used to it.” He reached for her hips.
“No, don’t touch me. I’m still mad at you for interfering.” She put his arms back on the headboard and yanked off her panties. “Why’d you have to be so blasted good looking? Even when I’m mad at you, I want to have you.”
“We’ve made love nearly every day since we got married. Why stop now?” His hot gaze almost melted the black lace covering her breasts. “Don’t take off that bra. Lord, woman. You’re so pretty, my eyes hurt.”
“Don’t make me smile.” Pulling his jeans wider, she nestled the vee of her legs against his engorged penis. The feel of hard hot skin against her soft aching flesh made her shiver. Feeling more powerful than any forest pixie, she boosted herself up so his erection slid along her slick folds. She pulled away when he tried to enter.
“You really know how to punish a guy.” Mitch’s hands tightened on the headboard and the wood squealed in protest.
Ready to strip away the only barrier left between them, she nudged her hips closer. “Is it all right if we don’t use a condom?”
His eyebrows rose. “What if I get you pregnant?”
“That’s all right with me.”
He shook his head in raw awe. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Shh. What do I have to do to get you to stop talking?”
“Kiss me.”
“Not yet.” She wagged her finger. “After all you’ve done, I need to feel like I’ve got some control over my destiny, especially in my own bed.”
“Right. I get it. You’re in control. Not me.” He nuzzled her neck. “Don’t punish me for long, pixie.”
“But the anticipation feels so good.” The hard shaft of his sex pulsed against her. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
A laugh escaped through his wide grin. “Right now, I’d agree to anything.”
“Mmm. A compliant husband. What a turn-on.” She poked his shoulder. “Keep those arms on the headboard. I can see you cheating.”
“Want you.” He scraped his mouth beneath her ear.
She continued to rub against him, teasing him. Teasing herself. Slowly first, then faster, pressing her sex hard against his. Grabbing hold of his solid arms to remind him to stay put, she pulled herself up and took the velvet tip of his penis into her swollen labia, inching down his extraordinary length.
Without a condom, she could feel the swollen ridge of his tip scrape her insides. The small muscles lining her vagina convulsed with pleasure. “Oh, my. Much better without a condom.”
His jeans chafed her inner thighs every time they moved, shooting rough shivers down her legs while his hot mouth worshipped her neck. Even though she meant to take things slow, she found herself transfixed by the hypnotic tingling swirling inside each time his erection slid against her cervix. Going slower only intensified the sensation. A slow, deep contraction pulsed inside her. Reaching between her legs, she touched herself to hurry the orgasm.
Mitch pulled back to watch, his knuckles bulging with the force of his grip on the headboard. “Holy shit, you’re sexy.”
Out of the slits of her eyes, she saw his neck go crimson. His excitement fueled hers, and she brushed her hand along her sex faster. Her climax came fast and hard, so intense her muscles almost cramped.
Mitch released the headboard, the force of his movement banging the wood against the wall. He gripped her upper thighs and groaned. “I can feel you come, honey. It’s like your
