Rock Wedding(60)

“I’ve got you,” he said, kissing his way up her throat as he stroked his fingers through her lush folds.

She was liquid with need for him.

He felt like a fucking god.

Tugging on the plump bud of her clit, he wasn’t prepared for her to pull away his hand and spin around to face him. He’d opened his mouth to ask if he’d touched her too roughly when she went to work on his shirt buttons.

Oh.

More than willing to be stripped by Sarah, he stood in place and let her undo his shirt, push it off. She pressed kisses across his chest, his shoulders. He loved that she was tall enough to do that, that they fit together like they were two halves of a whole.

Moving one hand to her ass, he cupped a cheek, stroked.

Her breasts rising and falling in a rapid, harsh rhythm, she dropped her hands to his belt buckle. He was wearing his favorite old belt—it was simple black leather but had a slightly tricky clasp… which gave Sarah no trouble at all. And he remembered this was his wife in his arms.

Ex-wife, the civilized part of his brain reminded him for the umpteenth time.

Fuck that, Abe muttered silently. Sarah was his and he intended to put his ring back on her finger. He had no intention of repeating his stupidity in letting her go. Not this time. Gripping her chin as she was undoing the button on his jeans, he dropped his head and kissed her long and slow and deep, his other hand thrusting into her hair to unravel it.

He licked his tongue over hers, drank her in.

Sarah moaned in the back of her throat but pulled away. “I want you naked.”

He smiled even as his cock jumped. “So you do know how to talk dirty.” Fisting his hand in her hair as she ducked her head, her skin no doubt hot with a blush but her fingers busy, he tensed his abdomen in an effort not to bring things to a premature end.

It was hard. Not only was she touching him, she was nearly naked. The position of her arms pushed together her breasts, creating a deliciously deep cleavage that put all kinds of sinful ideas in his head. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

“You’re the one with your fingers brushing my…”

“Brushing your what?” Abe teased her with those fingers, caressing her through the gusset of her panties. “Did you mean to say your pussy?”

Shivering—and proving she was still delightfully susceptible to a bit of dirty talk from him—Sarah pushed down his jeans and underwear at the same time. She closed her fingers around his cock before he could step out of the clothes.

“Jesus, Sarah, I—” He lost his mind and his words as Sarah went down on her knees in front of him.

Flicking her eyes up to meet his gaze, she took his cock into her mouth.

Abe’s grunt of pleasure had her lashes lowering as she sank into her self-imposed task. He realized he was tugging too hard on her hair, tried to get himself to relax, but oh, sweet fuck— The sight of his wife with her lips stretched around his cock, the feel of her tongue pressing up against his length, the heated wet, her nails digging into the backs of his thighs as she gripped him with open possessiveness.

Abe barely managed to give Sarah a warning that he was about to come.

She pulled away her mouth but then gave him that sultry smile of hers he only ever saw in bed, and cupped her breasts in sensual invitation. Abe lost it. Gripping his cock as his balls drew up impossibly tight, he came all over his wife’s full breasts.

Legs shaky afterward, he somehow untangled himself from his clothes, then tugged Sarah to her feet. “That was hot.” He kissed her, one hand gripping the back of her head as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Her throaty moan was all the encouragement he needed.

Shoving down her panties to partway down her thighs, he touched her between her legs, felt how swollen she was, how wet. Her body clamped down on the single finger he slid inside her. Brain hazing, he withdrew the finger and said, “Hold that thought.”

First he stripped off her panties, then he tugged her into the bathroom.

Using a wet facecloth to wipe her breasts clean after lifting her up onto the counter, he kissed her again and again. She didn’t resist, hooking one of her legs around his hip, her arms locked around his neck. He’d come blindingly hard just before, but he’d been wanting Sarah forever. He knew he’d be ready again soon. He decided to spend the time driving his wife crazy.

Petting her thigh, he flicked out his tongue to tease one nipple, then the other before getting serious and sucking one to luscious wetness. At the same time, he ran one finger along the seam of her sex, putting just enough pressure on her clit to make her tremble.

“Abe.”

He released her nipple after one last flick of his tongue and inserted a finger inside her slick sheath. “What do you need, sweetheart?”