Chapter Six

 

 

When Consummate By Any Other Name Is Still Fucking

Even with only two hours of sleep, I was energized as I waited for Tonya to return to me. Now that my initial impulse had been satisfied, all I could think about was possessing her in the best way possible. After walking her to the elevator I made quick work of breakfast, grabbing something from one of the hotel’s many restaurants before stopping by the onsite jeweler and returning to my room to shower and prepare. With Tonya flying back to Houston soon, I knew I had to make every minute count.

At 12:45 p.m. the doorbell rang. When I opened the door and saw her standing on the other side, I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t sure if she would come back. We’d done a thing frowned upon by most law-abiding people and not even for one of the handfuls of reasons they might excuse it. While she hadn’t given off the vibe that she had a problem with what we did, the power of the sisterhood could be pretty convincing, and Latoya surely sang her disapproval to the entire bachelorette brunch squad.

But.

None of that happened, and here she stood in front of me, proving my fears unnecessary. She looked amazing in the lemon-yellow, wide-leg palazzo pants and purple tube-top with ruching down the front and attached armbands. The outfit combination complemented her shape well and while the colors looked good against her skin, still, I couldn’t wait to get her out of it. Stepping to the side, I pushed back the door so she could enter.

“I have three hours.”

She tossed the words at me as she passed by, dropping her clutch on the couch and kicking off her chunky boots that barely brushed her ankles. I released the door, letting it close heavily before engaging the deadbolt.

“Didn’t I promise to have you at the airport on time?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m just reminding you.” She bent at the waist, gathering all of her hair into one hand and securing it into a thick bun at the top of her head with an elastic band she produced from who knows where.

I sat on the couch. “Come here.”

She didn’t even hesitate, padding barefoot over to stand in between my spread knees. Splaying my fingers across her waist, I gripped her in what would be considered a safe zone—not on her hips or ass and nowhere near her breasts. I had every intention of traveling to those places, but we needed to make some things clear first. Head tilted back, I stared into her eyes, searching for any trace of uncertainty or regret or even fear.

All I saw was hunger.

And damn if it didn’t catch on to the ever-burning flame of want inside of me.

“Before anything happens, I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Her hands came to my shoulders, she leaned into me.

“I want everything.” She breathed the words onto my face, and I inhaled them in, the sweet scent of orange juice and prosecco tainting the air.

I quirked a brow. “What is everything?”

“Look, there is no need to bullshit. I can tell by the way you dress that you fuck differently. You look like the type of man to be into spiritual awakenings and crystal charging and shit like that. Like you’ll have me on a crying jag, having a mental breakthrough while coming at the same damn time. Plus, you walk like your dick is heavy.” She fixed her eyes on me. “I want all of that shit. Give it to me.”

Licking my lips, I couldn’t do shit else but grin. She had me pegged to within a fucking millimeter, and I was both impressed and proud to have connected myself to a woman so intuitive. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to her abdomen. First things, first. Pulling the velvet, turquoise box out of my pocket, I cracked it open and held it up to her.

“This is for you.”

Her eyes widened as they took in the contents of the box. “Oh my god. What is this?”

“It’s a ring.”

Perfectly plump lips pursed. “Oh, so you’re a smartass?”

I chuckled. “That, I am. Look, we’re already married; why does an engagement ring have to be a bigger deal than that? I’m not trying to trivialize this moment, but let’s be honest here; in the grand scheme of things, this is just jewelry. Your signature on that certificate was the real big deal. This right here is simply for my own peace of mind. This is so every man you meet from here on out understands that you are no longer an option for him. It’s entirely selfish of me, but it’s the truth. You’re mine now and you can ask J; I’ve never been good at sharing.”

Darkened eyes peered down at me from beneath heavy lids. “That should not turn me on as much as it does. Fuck.”

I grinned and plucked ring out of the box, sliding it effortlessly onto her designated finger. “Is selfish your thing?” The round carat set in platinum looked fantastic on her, and it was my mission to free of her everything she wore except for her ring. The ring I put on her finger.

She swallowed audibly, eyes glued to the sparkling diamond. “You’re my thing, now.” The way she said it, distracted and without thinking, did something to me. It was honest and unrehearsed and music to my ears. “How did you know my ring size? This fits perfectly.”

Dropping the now empty box on the sofa beside me, I returned my fingers to their earlier perch.

“I guessed based on your shoe size.”

She nodded, finally peeling her eyes away from her newest heirloom. “Wow, that’s so smart.”

“Mmhmm,” I muttered, preoccupied with the thick swath of visible skin between her top and the waistband of her pants. Dropping a kiss on the smooth dark caramel, I asked, “Can I undress you?”

She quirked a brow. “Didn’t I just say I wanted everything?”

I smirked at her sassy retort. And she called me a smartass? “I need to hear you tell me it’s okay. Tell me that I can do all of the things I want to do to you. Tell me what you want from me.” Head back, chin perched in the valley between her breasts, I met her eyes. “Say it.”

Her chest heaved and her throat bobbed, undoubtedly turned on by my words. “Undress me. Kiss me. Touch me. Fuck me. Choke me. Spank me. Gag me. Restrain me. Worship me.” Another throat bob. Fingers digging into my shoulders. “I. Want. Every. Thing.”

I reached for her as she came forward, falling into me while I gripped the back of her neck, our lips crashing together desperately. She was hungry, so fucking hungry, trying to eat my face, sucking my tongue into her mouth and grinding down into my lap. Her hands palmed my dome in the same way that I palmed her ass, rubbing the globes in an exploratory manner, acquainting myself with the feel of them. The temperature in the room ratcheted up several degrees when she released my head and started to tug at my shirt. As soon as it was over my head, I scooted to the edge of the couch and moved her off my lap.

Wrenching my lips away from hers and ignoring her whimper of protest, I slid her off of my lap until she was standing. Then, hooking my fingers into the elastic waistband of her pants, I proceeded to slide the smooth material down her thick, brown thighs. Bending her knees, she stepped out of them without being prompted and assisted me in removing her top. When she stood before me in nothing but a thin triangle of material that did little to conceal the fatness underneath, I lifted her into my arms and walked the short distance to the bed where I deposited her as gently as I could muster with the amount of hurryhurryhurry coursing through my veins.

Just beyond her head, folded neatly and sitting atop one of the pillows, were the two belts belonging to the terrycloth robes I’d found hanging on the back of the door in the bathroom. The easiest thing would be to walk over to the right side of the bed and—while there—use them to do as she’d instructed. But I didn’t want to go that route. I needed to see every second of this experience play out on her face.

“Hand me those, will you?” I tossed my chin in the direction of the cushioned headboard.

As eager as I was to view her reaction, she did not disappoint. Her eyes widened, mouth gaped open, and skin beaded all over like chicken skin from the Tyson plant back home. Her areolas stretched and dark brown nipples hardened until they looked like chocolate kisses sitting on her chest. She reached for the belts, ass cheeks jiggling as she stretched across the king-size bed and collected them, handing them to me with eyes darkened with lust and bottom lip tucked safely between her teeth. I received the belts, planting an intentionally brief kiss on her mouth.

“Give me your hands.”

Instantly, both wrists were exposed to me, hands clasped together as if she had been trained to do this. Running my tongue along my top row of teeth in an attempt to calm down and ignore the new thread of impulse that attempted to take shape, I looped the end of one of the belts in a figure eight around her wrists twice then knotted the belt through the center hole and tugged on the restraint to test the give. Tonya jerked toward me, her breath stuttered through a moan, and my dick throbbed in my pants. I dropped to my knees and tied the other end of the belt to the leg of the rail inside of the bed skirt before stepping back to admire my handiwork.

Tonya was on her knees a few feet away from the edge of the bed, her chest resting on her elbows and her ass hiked in the air. She was a sight to behold. And she was mine. Not just for the next two and a half hours but forever. And legally, at that. Everything we did would hit a bit different than anything I’d ever experienced before, simply because this wasn’t just some woman. Tonya was my wife. My wife.

With my eyes trained on my wife, I dropped my hand to my belt and started to undo my pants.

“Condom.”

Already two steps ahead of her, I plucked a foil packet from my pocket and stuck it between my teeth when I dropped my pants and briefs to the floor. If I had any question about whether or not she found me attractive, the way she grunted and licked her lips at my fully naked body would have answered that in two seconds. I joined her on the bed after rolling the condom down and over my erection, her eyes tracking my every move. There was something intoxicating about the way she watched me. Seeing the clear desire on her face and knowing that it was for me and me alone, I didn’t get many things to myself, but this—this naked and open look of hers—was mine. For that reason alone, I needed to have her face-to-face when we came together, at least for the first time.

“I’m turning you over.”

Gently, I tugged and pushed at her body until she was on her back and staring up at me with those wide brown eyes that I couldn’t get enough of. Her hands rested on the bed above her head and her arms were bent at the elbows, allowing her wrists to cradle her head, cushioned by that bun she’d created. Her legs spread for me, making way and beckoning me to find a home in their apex. I stared down at her covered center; I’d left her thong on because I’d planned to use it for leverage, but now that I’d switched things up they were just in the way. It didn’t take long to remove them, and though I could clearly see evidence of her arousal, I couldn’t allow myself to immediately slide inside of her.

Canting my head, I angled my body so that we were parallel, though my weight wasn’t on her, and sipped from her lips. She met me greedily, taking all that I had to offer and even more, tugging on her restraint in an effort to wrap her arms around my neck. Unsuccessful, she settled for wrapping her legs around my waist and lifting her lower body to meet mine, grinding wantonly against me as we made love to each other with our mouths.

“Put it in,” she whispered against my lips.

Fuck! I wanted like hell to do just that but, “Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m so horny, I could drown a horse. Put it the fuck in!”

Chuckling, I did as I was told, holding her hip with one hand as I guided myself inside of her with the other. Twin moans filled the space as I began to rock into her, watching her, devouring her with my gaze as I moved inside of her. Her mouth hung open as she cried out, fingers digging into her palm as she pulled against the restraint, not in an attempt to free herself but to gain leverage as she wound her hips below me, meeting me thrust-for-thrust.

The air was thick with the sounds and aroma of sex, and I was good; I was fan-fucking-tastic, chilling, enjoying the feel of her when she bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at me. Only a second passed where I wondered what that look was about before I felt it. My response was to jerk forward, the sensation of her pussy squeezing my dick both shocking yet exhilarating.

“What the fuck?”

And she giggled. She fucking giggled. Breasts bouncing in the air, shoulders shaking against the bed. She licked her lips.

“That was just to remind you that I’m here. So you wouldn’t forget about me.”

“Forget about you?!” Oh, she wanted to play?

Stopping mid-thrust, I pulled out swiftly and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips toward me until the terrycloth was taut against the edge of the mattress and her arms were pulled tight in front of her, causing her back to elongate in the most photographic way. Goddamn, this woman was so fucking beautiful. Gripping her hips, I lifted her to me as I sank back inside. She hissed, head falling to the bed, my own lids fluttered, eyes threatening to roll to the back of my head.

She probably expected me to bang her out, to jackhammer into her and fuck her silly. That’s probably what she wanted, why she baited me. I couldn’t blame her; she was just following a likely tried and true formula to getting what she wanted. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know me well enough to understand that wasn’t how I operated. She’d learn soon enough.

I was a different kind of animal.

Rising to my knees, I scooted backward across the bed until she was just within my reach, then I lifted her ass into the air until the only parts of her body that touched the sheets were her elbows, face, and those chocolate kiss nipples. Then I went to work. Rolling my hips against her, my movements were almost choreographed as I danced to the sound of her gasps and moans. The pace was deliberate; I wanted her to feel me, to know me, to understand that this wasn’t just about consummation or having an orgasm, but that she was being possessed, that I was stamping my signature inside of her so that no one could ever come behind me.

This was a ruination.

I leaned backward, curving my hips at an angle that transformed her moans into soft cries and again into screeching with each thrust. Sweat rolled down my temple as I felt the stirrings of my orgasm begin to take shape.

“Fuck!” she cried. “What are you doing to me? Shit!”

I gritted my teeth. “Giving you everything.”

She began to tremble from head to toe, yanking on the belt and kicking her feet. “Oh, my motherfucking shit!”

Unable to catch her footing, she started rapidly clenching her pussy around my dick. My rhythm was thrown off balance, and I tried to maintain while under her sporadic attack, but I couldn’t. My pacing stuttered and I lurched forward, grabbing her breasts in my hand, pinching and tugging at her nipples as I thrust inside of her one last time as deeply as I could go, groaning through my climax, which seemed to trigger her own. Face in the mattress, she screamed her head off, cursing me out like I’d just kicked her dog off a bridge.

In one smooth motion, I released my hold on her hips, pulled out of her, and collapsed onto the mattress beside her. After loosening the knot around her wrist, I carefully peeled off the condom and dropped it on the side of the bed, wiped my fingers on the bedspread, and pushed up on my side to admire the vision that was Tonya. She lay on her side, facing away from me, legs still twitching from the sporadic aftershocks of her orgasm, and hips beautifully marked with the imprints of my fingers on her skin. I took a moment to commit the image to memory—wishing I had my camera—before I reached over her and gathered both of her hands in my own, rubbing gentle circles in her wrists and hands.

“I hope you have another condom.”

If I didn’t, I’d damn sure make sure I did as soon as possible. Looking up from her hands, I noticed that her eyes were trained on my dick, which chose that moment to rise to the occasion.

“Why is that?”

Pulling her hands from my grasp, she tossed a thick thigh over my waist and climbed on top of me, settling that fat, juicy thing right over my hard head, but not sinking down. The warmth had me counting in my head just how many condoms I had in my duffel bag.

She licked her lips and swiped at the sheen of sweat under her nose with the side of her finger. “Because I know damn well that wasn’t everything.”