Jared held himself over his naked wife. His gorgeous, flushed pink with desire, ravished-looking wife, and he was only getting started.
She didn’t need to challenge him, because he was so already there. Had been all day.
He did want to make sure she was okay—really okay. She had seemed more lighthearted about the baby thing since the appointment last week.
“You sure?” he quizzed her once more.
Not that she’d lie, but she would minimize so he wouldn’t worry.
That was classic Mel.
She frowned, but her mouth wobbled with the smile she was fighting—she wasn’t really irritated. “You’re gonna let me doubt you like that and get away with it?”
He smirked. “Doubt me? Puhllleassse. We both know my skills, baby.” He punctuated his response with the tilt of his pelvis, and rubbed his cock against her sex.
She moaned and closed her eyes. Lifted her torso, drawing his attention to her peaked dusky nipples.
Jared skimmed his palms over her breasts and she pressed into his hands. He groaned, and his balls ached. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Mel pinned him with those crystal eyes. “Done. Talking. Show. Time.” She lifted her hips and shoved against him, ripping another groan from his lips.
He had to pant to get air down. He grabbed his dick and ran his tip up and down her glistening tender flesh, then parted her folds and circled her clit, pushing their skin together.
“Jared…” she whispered, elongating his name on a pleasurable sigh.
He smiled and stopped the torture, propelling inside her.
They both moaned.
“You win,” he grunted with his first thrust.
“We both win,” Mel whimpered, and slid her arms around his neck. She urged him down for a kiss, and he didn’t resist.
He took her mouth, tasting the wine she’d had with dinner and something sweet that was just his wife. Something familiar and lovely that made him sear even hotter for her, until his temples pounded with his rushing pulse, and he timed his surges forward in rhythm; his tongue and his hips.
Jared had wanted to worship her, but he’d been too revved up all day. This wouldn’t last long enough. He’d make it up to her, because he was far from done with her.
Not that she looked bothered when he ended their latest kiss to take a breath.
Her eyes were closed and she clung to him as he drove forward even harder; just how she liked it.
Mel’s hands slid down his damp back, landing a tight grip on his ass, where she kneaded and squeezed. She lifted her bottom, moving with him, against him, holding him even tighter.
He bit his bottom lip as his spine and his balls tingled. Damn, he was close, too quick indeed. He’d owe her one—or three.
Her sex quivered and she whimpered.
His wife was close, too.
Good.
At least she’d come, too. Jared wouldn’t have it any other way.
He pulled back only to jolt forward on a grunt, and her nails dug into his biceps. He didn’t give a shit. The smart there only made his pleasure below even sharper.
Mel screeched some representation of his name, but it faded with the tilt of her chin as she threw her head back and the glorious waves of her light brown tresses flew up.
When she screamed, it didn’t have to be anything intelligible. When her eyes went hazy and couldn’t focus, when she exposed her neck and lifted her perfect breasts into his chest. When her hair was even more mussed than his hands could make it.
When she melded into him and held so tightly he couldn’t breathe.
That was when he loved her best.
It didn’t matter where his touch was on her body. It didn’t matter if he was inside her. It only mattered that he was the cause of that particular look on her face.
Loss of control. Utter desperation for release.
For him.
Then she would grasp at him and whisper his name.
Every. Damn. Time.
Jared was in his glory at those moments. And not just because he was getting laid.
She was his.
He was hers.
The love of his life. In his arms. In his bed.
For the rest of his life.
His orgasm exploded inside her at the same time Mel’s sex contracted and released around him. He hissed at the intensity as her body milked his.
Jared pinned her to his chest and took her mouth.
She was right there with him, kissing him hard. Their lips and tongues wrestled, mixed in with teeth, nibbles and nips as they both panted for air.
“Jared,” Mel whimpered into his mouth.
His muscles ached, begging him to loosen, so he obeyed, slipping from her center and rolling to his back. The cool sheets shocked his shoulder blades, but the contrast to his overheated form felt good.
He tugged his wife into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead, brushing her damp hair from where it clung.
“Love you,” she breathed, her warm breath tickling his neck.
“I love you, too, baby.” He smiled at the heavy-lidded quality that still remained over her beautiful eyes. He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her flushed skin. “Next time, I’m going to taste you.” Jared dragged his free hand down her stomach and skimmed his fingers between her legs.
She shivered and snuggled closer.
He laughed when she didn’t speak. “Damn, I’m good.”
Mel lifted her head from his chest and flashed a sexy smirk. “Wow.”
“Yeah, you could say that, too.”
His wife rolled her eyes.
He grinned.
“Just in time, I guess,” she said.
“For what?”
“You can check your ego at the door when you do your chores.”
“Chores?”
Mel patted his right pec. “You have to go finish the kitchen.”
Jared gasped. “Whhhhat? After I rocked your world? I don’t get a pass?”
She mock-glared. “I thought your wife wasn’t to be trifled with?”
He shook his head and chuckled, then tried to school his expression, but it was hard to hide a smile. “It’s not nice to throw one’s words back in their face.”
She giggled. “You can’t even say that with a straight face.”
“Oh, all right. But I’m taking payment afterward.”
“Payment? I cooked all day, the least you can do is clean up!”
He grinned again. “So? Payment is still necessary.”
“What?” Her expression was mock-outraged.
Jared kissed her until she moaned into his lips and his cock jumped—despite just having been wrung out.
Mel’s arms shot around his neck, and she squeezed him against her.
He laughed again. “Seems like you’ll like the payment just fine.”
“You said you were going to taste me next time.”
It was his turn to shiver as the words danced over his shoulders and down his spine, then made his dick jolt again.
Damn, when she said stuff like that—
He groaned and kissed her again, but she smacked his ass with a loud sound that smarted.
“Hey!” Jared rubbed his throbbing right cheek.
Her grin was mischievous when their eyes met.
“Clean up, then I’d be happy to let you have payment. Since there’s something in it for me, of course.” Mel winked and he couldn’t help but laugh again.
“You should kiss my boo boo, first.” He bit his bottom lip to keep from grinning and pointed to his ass cheek.
His wife arched an eyebrow. “I’ll smack it again, first.” She lifted her hand.
Jared scrambled off the bed. “Okay, okay. I’ll go.” He threw his palms up.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Stay. Naked.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled. “Yes, sir.”
He made a show of looking her up and down and smiled softly at her pink cheeks and how she fidgeted.
His wife was so hot; a mix of innocence and vixen.
He wanted to ignore her orders and get back in bed. Was almost ready to take her again.
“Hey, pick up my clothes, too.”
Jared pointed. “Hey, don’t push it.” He left the bedroom, grinning when she giggled.