She sits up. “You’re serious?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” This bath thing might not have been the best idea. She’s naked and wet with little sudsy bubbles freckling her skin. Her tits bob like happy peaches in the water with her darker areolas enticing me to dive in for a suck. I run the rough washcloth around her shoulder and down over the tip of her breast. She stops breathing for a second. I drop the cloth in the water. “Time’s up,” I growl.
I sweep her out of the water, uncaring that it splashes everywhere. She releases a choked laugh and clings to me as I practically run out of the bathroom to the bed. I toss her down, naked and wet. My clothes go flying—pants on the end of the bed, shirt over a table, boxer briefs kicked who knows where.
I grab her thighs and spread her open. Her hand flies down to cover her sex. “No, sweetheart. Don’t hide from me.”
“The lights are on. You can see everything.” She flings her wrist over her own eyes.
“I want to see everything. You’re fucking gorgeous.” I run a finger through her slick sex. The water wasn’t the only thing making her wet. I lick her juice off my finger and then bury my head between her legs to suck directly from the source. I eat her out from clit to asshole and back again until her thighs are quivering, and her heels are drumming against my back. While I’m tonsil deep in her pussy, she comes with a fierceness that I was barely prepared for. Her cries still ringing in my ears, I rise up on my knees and position my cockhead against her entrance.
“You ready, sweetheart? I’m coming home. Hold on.”
She gasps as my broad head breeches her small sex. Fascinated, I watch as my cock spreads her swollen pussy lips apart. Her cunt slowly, excruciatingly slowly, sucks me inside of her. We work her together, her wiggling her hips, me sliding in cautiously even though I really want to ram into her so hard she dents the plaster with her head. After what seems like forever and a day, I’m fully seated. My own orgasm sweeps down my spine like a cloak of electricity. I want to pummel her. I want to jack into her and let my seed explode inside her tiny canal, but not until she’s with me.
“It feels good, right?” I rub her clit with my thumb and pull on her hip with my other hand.
“Yeah. Oh, yeah, so good.” Her pussy clutches and releases me.
I start slow, pumping only small distances because she’s so tight and tiny, but her heat engulfs me. “I’m dying here, darling. Fucking dying.” Sweat drips down the side of my face. “Hold on.”
I plunge forward.
“God,” she screams.
No. Just me, I say, but I’m not sure I give voice to it because I’m gone. Her cunt convulses with her orgasm. The first spasm lights my rocket, and I go orbiting out of space. Her cunt is squeezing every drop of cum from me. I fuck her like I’m a speeding bullet, a semi going a thousand miles an hour. She shrieks and hollers. I pull out at the last second and spend my seed all over her stomach and chest. I rub my cum into her skin and growl, “You’re mine now. You’re fucking mine. Don’t ever think about leaving me. I’ll chase you to the ends of this fucking earth and lock you away.”
“Baby”—she draws me down—“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
Finally she gives, and I take it all.
Epilogue Eden
Many Years Later
“What are you doing?” I ask even though I already know.
“Getting a taste of my wife while our kids are occupied.” Miles pulls me into a random room. People are already starting to arrive for the party. But I get it. We were woken up this morning by a three-year-old crawling into bed with us. That is not how I’m used to waking up most mornings.
“We don't have time,” I say as I go for his belt. Miles already has his hand up my dress and is pulling my panties to the side.
“There is always time to make my wife come.” I moan in agreement as he strokes my clit. “Already so damn wet.” He groans against my neck, kissing me there. How can I not be wet? I saw the heat in Miles' eyes as he was coming toward me. I knew what was about to happen. Furthermore, my body knows what only he can do to it. Nothing has changed after all these years. If anything, my hunger and need for him have only grown more.
“Yes,” I agree, getting his cock free. “I need you in me.”
“Always so damn greedy for my cock.”
“You love it.” It’s the truth. Miles loves when I take things from him. Long ago I’d fight him on getting me things, but I soon realized it was something he needed to do. He enjoys taking care of me. So I stopped fighting it and allowed him to do exactly that.
“I do.” He lifts me, my feet leaving the ground. I wrap my legs around him as he guides himself inside of me. We both let out moans.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he starts to thrust harder. I throw my head back, trying to be quiet. I can hear people out in the hallway. Miles doesn't seem to care. He keeps on grunting, the sound only turning me on more.
I bite the inside of my cheek, my orgasm already building. When Miles knows we don’t have a lot of time, he goes right for the perfect spot.
“You going to come for me?” He nips my neck.
“Are you going to make me come?” I toss back. He growls, picking up the pace. His cock slides deeper inside of me.
