Page 15 of Claiming His Wife
“I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. I’ll just have to see how the night goes. I’ll see you two later!”
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I’m standingin front of the door to the house I shared with Scott for the last three years, and I don’t know if I should knock or use my key. I moved out, but it still feels like my home. I raise my hand to knock and lower it, again. I’ve done this half a dozen times already. All the nervous excitement is roiling through me, and I’m half tempted to turn and run. What is wrong with me?
I’m torn between leaving and knocking when the door opens, and the decision is made for me. Scott stands in the doorway looking sexy as sin. My heart skips a beat and things down low clench. He’s got the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms… I love his arms. The top couple buttons of the shirt are undone which just adds to the sexy, disheveled look. My eyes drop to his dark jeans. I see the bulge, and I wonder if he’s already hard. I know I’m already wet… just thinking about him on the drive over has me all hot and bothered.
“You look fucking amazing, Mal,” Scott says before pulling me into his arms and kissing me breathless. “Mmm cherries. You always taste like cherries.”
I lick my lips, tasting the lingering flavor of my favorite lip gloss. Scott looks at me like he’s ready to devour me right here on the stoop. His lips find mine again, and I sink into his arms, returning the kiss with fervor. He backs us into the house and slams the door closed before pushing my back against it.
His hands pull up the skirt of my dress until he reaches the apex of my thighs. His fingers rub along my panty-clad pussy, and my knees go weak. He presses me harder against the door and rubs me through my panties. I’m so wound up that I’m teetering on the edge of release already. The oven timer goes off, and I cry out in frustration when Scott pulls away. I moan again when he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean.
“Fucking delicious.” The timer beeps again, and Scott pulls away. “Later, I’m going to bury my face in that perfect pussy of yours. First, I’m going to feed you.”
He takes my hand and pulls me into the dining room. The table is set with a gorgeous bouquet of lilies and white roses—my two favorite flowers. The seldom-used candlesticks that were an engagement gift from his grandmother are lit adding to the romantic atmosphere. Scott went all out for this dinner, and my heart is full.
“I hope you’re hungry. I went a little overboard,” Scott says as he starts bringing dishes to the table piled high with all of my favorite foods. Steak, mashed potatoes, bacon wrapped asparagus, and macaroni and cheese—from the looks of it, it’s my mother’s recipe. It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes. I quickly dash them away, hoping that Scott doesn’t notice.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Scott’s concern is plain.
I wave my hand over the table and in his direction vaguely. “Just… all of this.”
Scott takes his seat, and then pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I want to make you happy.”
I choke out a little laugh that ends on a sob. “I am happy. I don’t know why I’m crying. You’ve been so great. Everything is great… I’m just…”
“You’re scared that it won’t last. You’re remembering how we were before and that things changed once and are worried it could happen again.”
I nod in agreement, he’s exactly right.
“I know it’s going to take time for you to trust me again and that’s okay. I should have to work for it.”
He couldn’t have said anything more perfect than that. Which is why I wrap my arms around his neck and crush my lips to his. All the pent-up lust from the last two weeks—hell, who am I kidding, from the last year and a half—boils over until we are practically mauling each other. His hands are everywhere. Gripping my ass, plumping my breasts, tweaking my nipples through my dress.
I turn in Scott’s lap so I’m straddling him and we both groan when the hard ridge of his cock presses against my core. The sensation is exquisite even through our clothing. His big hands cup my ass as I rock against him, loving the friction. Our lips are seared together, tongues wildly dancing.
He effortlessly lifts me in his arms, there’s a loud crash followed by the sound of shattering glass, and then I’m on my back on the table and the fantastic dinner Scott cooked is a pile on the floor.
Scott quickly pushes my dress up over my hips exposing my lacy panties. With an almost animalistic noise, he rips the panties away, shredding the delicate lace. With the urgent way he tore my panties away, I expected him to dive right in, but he just stands there taking me in.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says, then gives me what we both want—his mouth on my pussy.
He takes one long, slow lick from bottom to top, groaning as he does. My hips jerk when his tongue slides over my clit, the direct contact both too much and not enough. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves. My pussy clenches, empty and begging to be filled. As if he can read my mind, he slips two fingers inside me. The orgasm catches me completely off-guard as it ricochets through my body.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face.”
Scott doesn’t stop licking my clit as my climax rides me. His fingers filling me over and over until a second, more powerful orgasm crashes over me until I’m screaming his name and begging him to fuck me.
With almost frantic need, I rip his jeans open and shove them down his hips. My fingers circle his cock and I stroke him roughly. There is an almost feral look in Scott’s eyes when he rips my hands away and pins them to the table. I writhe underneath him as he lines his cock up and thrusts inside me in one smooth stroke.
“So fucking tight. This little pussy is hungry for my cock, isn’t it?”
“Yesss…” I hiss at the almost painful stretch of his cock. It hurts so fucking good.
I’m nearly mindless as he pulls almost completely out and pauses. I know what he’s doing, he’s the king of delayed gratification. He’s going to take his time unless I can convince him otherwise. He slowly pushes back inside, and I squeeze down on him, milking his cock. His eyes close, head falling back on his neck as he struggles for control. Another slow thrust, another tight clench of my pussy.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock,” he growls as he picks up his pace, losing his precious control until he’s slamming into me filling the room with the sounds of slapping skin and our moans.