Everything for Her(107)
“I’m thinking I like making love to my wife in the sunshine.”
Our house is secluded, with security on a perimeter far away from sight. The lava rocks surrounding the beach make a cave for us, and it seems like we’re on a private island.
I feel his mouth on my breast, and then his cool tongue. He’s been making us strawberry daiquiris all day, and I’m feeling a little buzz running through my veins. And not because of his teasing tongue.
I run my fingers through his hair, gripping the locks and holding him to me. His mouth moves lower, and my legs instinctively fall open for him. He manages to wiggle down the large sun bed we’re lying on, getting between my thighs.
This is exactly what I’ve been wanting since I decided to give up working. I ran the philanthropic division of Osbourne Corp for nearly twenty years, and it was time to let it go. Our son, Henry, had shown an interest in stepping in, and Oz finally convinced me he was ready. I said that if I wasn’t working, he needed to keep me occupied, and he jumped at that chance all too quickly.
Oz’s fingers slip inside my bathing suit bottoms, and soon those are pulled from my body.
“If you’d quit putting these damn things on, I wouldn’t have to keep removing them,” he says, nipping the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t act like unwrapping your present isn’t half the fun.” I smirk, but then I moan as his mouth finds my center.
Out here in the sunshine with the rum making me tingly, I have zero inhibitions, and I let him have his way with me. The cool sheet of the sun bed under me and the warmth of his body between my legs has my orgasm flowing through me faster than I saw coming.
A burst of pleasure runs up and down my arms and legs, and I cry out Oz’s name.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of hearing you scream my name,” Oz says next to my ear, and I smile. He must have crawled back up my body while I was recovering.
He unties his board shorts and frees his thick cock. In one swift motion, he’s fully seated inside me and I’m too spent to move. My legs lie open, and my arms are spread above my head as he thrusts in and out of me.
His lips find mine, and the flavor of my desire passes to me. He bites my bottom lip, and all I can do in response is moan. I’m boneless, yet somehow, I’m building to another orgasm.
Oz’s hands pin down my wrists, but the move is unnecessary. There’s no way I’m moving, and no way I’m fighting against him. His powerful body thrusting on top of mine is the only thing I need to keep me in place.
“Oz,” I moan, and he leans down, taking one of my hard nipples in his mouth. The little bite of pain is exactly what I need to send me over the edge, and he knows it.
Tensing up, I try to arch my back, but his hips keep me in place. I pull against the tight hold of his hands, but the grip is solid. My body fights against the new pleasure, but as always, Oz wins. I give over to his demands, and I skyrocket into a million fragments of sparkling light that I see around us when I open my eyes.
“So beautiful,” I hear him say as he thrusts a final time and finds his ending inside my body.
He rolls us over so that I’m on top of him, my head cradled against his chest. His warm amber and honey scent embraces me as I breathe him in. It’s the scent of home and safety, and also of love. His strong arms stroke my back as we listen to the waves crash.
I don’t know how long we lie there, with the warm breeze blanketing us and the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing me. But after some time, Oz rolls me over and begins to love my body all over again.
“The first time I saw you, I thought I’d woken up in the land of Oz,” he says, trailing kisses down my wrist. “It was like seeing color for the first time.”
“I always liked picturing you as the wizard who saved me.” I smile up at him, pressing my palm to his stubble.
“Oh no, Mallory. Don’t you remember? She’s the one who saved the wizard.” He pauses, smiling back at me so big I can see his dimples.
“Anything for you, Miles.”
“And everything for you, baby.”
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BONUS MATERIAL:
First time Miles and Mallory meet
“Paige’s not even responding to my text messages,” I tell Ryan as I get out of the car. He shrugs as if to say what else is new? He looks down both sides of the street before motioning to one of his guys. Paige has been giving me resistance for the past few months, and now that she’s actually here in the city, I feel like she’s stonewalling me.
Ryan may shrug, but I can see the tension in his body. I chalk it up to us making an unplanned stop somewhere that he hasn’t scoped out in advance. Normally he’d have fought me on something like this, but he’s grown to realize that when it comes to her, there is no stopping me. I should be stopping myself, but I can’t seem to keep my feet from closing the distance to the front of the club. I tell myself I’m only going to have a look, make sure she’s okay. It’s something I could easily ask my security to do, but now she’s too close. Too easy for me to get to. It’s as if I can’t fight my own body.