was love and kiss him. Sighing, she knew
in her heart of hearts what her mind had refused to understand.
After everything
between them, the blackmail and the baby, the prenuptial agreement,
all of it had come and gone, and with it, a piece of herself had
gone with it. Lily knew slowly but surely, she was falling in love
with her husband. Her love was not instant and at first sight but
more of an acceptance.
He called to her mind
and body. When he wasn’t around, she would think about him, miss
him. Even now, all she wanted to do was give herself to him. To let
him take her and love her back.
Lily refused to say any
words. For so long, she’d learned to love no one and expect it from
no one. She didn’t want to have her heart crushed by him this early
in her life. For the time being, she could cope with being his wife
with no other thoughts.
“Make love to me,” she
asked.
Wayne stared at her,
and Lily was sure she could sense something beneath him. They
looked into each other eyes, neither moving nor breathing. Her
words were on the tip of her tongue, but he ran his thumb over her
plump lower lip.
She pressed her tongue
out, tasting him.
“You’re something
else,” he said, moments before his lips claimed hers. Their food
forgotten.
Lily kissed him back,
moaning with every touch and nip. He bit into her plump bottom lip.
Coming away and travelling down to her neck, nipping the curve of
her collarbone. Her head fell back, and she let out a moan.
“I want you.” He
growled lifting her in his arms and carrying her up the stairs. “No
complaints of your weight?”
“No, you’ve got the
muscles to carry your wife to bed.” She kissed his neck, teasing
him the way he did her.
“You’re messing with
fire,” he warned.
“Umm,” she teased.
Wayne kicked the master
bedroom door open and toppled her on the blankets. They kept their
glances connected, and they tore at their own clothes, some ripping
in their haste to be together.
Lily waited, lying in
the middle of the bed, while he lit some of the candles she’d
spread out earlier. His fine naked form was exposed for her to
admire. His cock making her laugh as it stood out long and thick in
front of him.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she
asked, staring at it.
“Only because I want to
be inside your sweet pussy so badly.” He blew out the piece of
paper and came to bed. He stood by the edge fisting his
erection.
“Do you like?”
“I’ve not got many to
compare it to.”
“Vixen.” He caught her
ankle and brought her to the edge, picking her up and thrusting her
against his body. His fist caught in her hair, bending her back
making her open wider for him.
Lust driving her, Lily
reached between them and grabbed his erection in her hand. He was
so hot and hard she gasped and moaned when he thrust in her
fist.
“That’s it, baby, touch
me,” he said.
Lily touched him,
kissing him. Wayne fondled her breasts, bringing his lips to flick
the tips. He would bend, and she wouldn’t be able to reach him.
Wayne toppled her to
the bed. Holding her hips, he knelt before her and licked her cunt.
She moaned as his wet tongue penetrated her sensitive hole.
“I want to taste you.”
She groaned as he swiped at her clit.
“What?”
“I want to taste you
the same way you’re tasting me.” She saw her juice glistening on
his chin.
“Are you sure?” he
asked her after some time passed.
“Yes. I want to give
you pleasure the way you do me.” Since he started tonguing her
slit, she thought about having the hard pressure of him inside her
mouth.
He lay on the bed. “I’m
yours.”
She liked the sound of
that way too much.
Smiling wickedly, she
straddled his waist and kissed a pathway down his body and back
up.
Lily watched him and
loved his body, exploring with freedom. His cock lay behind her
ass, strong and hot.
“You’re driving me
crazy.”
Chuckling, Lily moved
slowly down until her face was level with his hardness.
Taking him in her