Divine Charity(Divine Creek Ranch 18)
Chapter One
February…
Justin Connors groaned as he flexed his hips, reveling in Charity’s silken heat. He slid his goatee against the damp, fragrant column of her throat. Her breath caught and she shuddered, the corresponding contraction deep within her grasping his cock with a sensual tug, making him groan again. His wife chuckled, a sexy, velvety sound, as she raked her nails over his ass cheeks, inspiring him to thrust one last time. His cock twitched as her searing heat clenched and caressed him from the head to the root. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he inhaled her unique natural fragrance until she filled his senses and his heart throbbed.
“God, I love you, woman.”
A replete sigh slipped from her lips, fanning against his hair as she squeezed him with her thighs and ground her pussy against him. “I love you, too. More and more every day. So much sometimes it hurts.”
He lifted his head and looked into her blue eyes, shadowed in the flickering candle flames. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything.”
Her arms tightened and she giggled as she murmured, “I know. You just did.”
Anytime she came to him with that fire in her eyes, he was all on board with what his woman craved.
He’d been grateful for the call from his mother earlier in the afternoon, inviting Beau and Justine over for a weekend geo-caching trip to Vanderpool and the surrounding area. Their teenagers were packed and ready to leave within a few minutes of getting home from school. They’d hugged their mom and dad and bid them to have a great weekend alone together. As if by divine appointment, FedEx had delivered a package from Hips & Curves for Charity that very afternoon.
The throbbing beat of the music Charity loved to dance to had begun fifteen minutes later. She’d appeared in the hallway dressed in a short gauzy dress with a peasant bodice that offered him teasing views of her nipples through the white fabric. With smoldering blue eyes, she’d bared a shoulder as she turned, captivating him with a brief view of the curve of her ass.
Gazing at him over her shoulder, she asked, “Want to see more?”
“Yes,” he murmured from his seat on the couch, noting her seductive half smile as he pushed the pillows away to welcome her onto his lap when she was finished.
Her long, wavy golden hair had swung around, creating a tantalizing veil as she slipped the bodice down her shoulders and tugged the long bell-like sleeves from her arms one inch at a time.
After an enticing striptease she’d crawled into his lap naked and confessed she’d been a bad, bad girl and needed to be spanked hard. Hiding his own pleasure at that news, he’d growled and told her to assume the position. Using the system they’d put in place years before they knew any of their friends were into spanking or BDSM, he’d asked her for her number, indicating the intensity she’d hoped he’d reach by the end of the play session. She’d looked him in the eye from her placement across his lap and said one word.
“Eight.”
When she asked for a ten, he knew he needed to have a talk with her first to discover what was causing her to need that much intensity. Eight meant she wanted to play hard and be fucked harder after. His cock twitched again at the memory. Her screams and multiple orgasms had told him he’d given her what she’d needed. Now he contented himself with what he needed from her, still buried inside her, connected on a deep heart level. Domination didn’t flip his switch like it did for other men he knew and he wouldn’t exactly call her a submissive but she sure loved her spankings. He slid his hand around her hip and ass cheek, checking on the heat and smiled when she moaned.
“Good?” he asked.
“Perfect. You’re a mind reader, babe.”
His sideways grin brought out a corresponding twinkle in her eyes and he brushed his lips against hers as he murmured, “I aim to please, ma’am.”
She tilted her head, rubbing her lower lip against his, shuddering again as his facial hair tickled her. Flicking her tongue against the underside of his upper lip, she swirled her hips against him while squeezing his dick with her pussy muscles. His cock tingled and twitched and she moaned in response as she whispered, “You’re so good to me. I’d do anything for you, too. Anything.”
He brushed the blonde strands from her forehead and kissed her again, dipping his tongue into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Even in the hardest times, she’d loved him, supported him, and clung to him when that was what he needed most. The passage of time had changed their perspectives. Seasoned them. Made her more beautiful to him with each passing year. She was his end and his beginning. The woman his world revolved around. Knowing her that well meant he could easily tell when something was on her mind.