Page 16 of Claiming His Wife
“Scott… oh… I’m so close, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
“Never,” he says tugging my dress down until my breasts are on display. His mouth descends on my nipple, sucking and nipping the turgid peak.
He swivels his hips every time he buries himself inside me, rubbing my clit with his pelvis, and that’s all it takes. I explode. My mind fracturing into a million pieces as pleasure overwhelms my system. The pulsing of his cock inside me and the low groan tell me that Scott found his own release. Usually, I’d be more engaged, but he literally fucked me stupid, and I can do nothing but lay here and take what he’s giving me.
He kisses his way up my chest, neck, over my jaw to my lips. The kiss is almost painful in its sweetness. “I love you, Mallory.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him, burying my face in his neck. “I love you, too.”
He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. “What about dinner? The mess…”
“Later,” he says as he lays me on our bed and pushes back inside me. This time he makes love to me slow and sweet.
* * *
“What are you thinking about?”Scott asks.
I snuggle deeper into his arms, loving the closeness. “Honestly?”
“Always.”
“Tacos,” I say seriously causing Scott to burst out in laughter. “I’m starving.”
“I’ve neglected my wife. I better feed her before she starts gnawing on the curtains.”
Thirty minutes later, we are sitting in bed, naked, eating Taco Casa tacos. I quickly devour the first one and am halfway through the second when I notice Scott isn’t eating. “What?” I mumble around my food. “I told you I was hungry.”
“Nothing. Just enjoying the sight. It’s not every day I get to eat tacos with a beautiful, naked woman.”
I laugh, throwing a bit of lettuce at him. “Better be the only naked taco eating you’re doing.”
Scott leans over and takes a bite out of my taco. “Yours is the only taco I want.”
I shake my head rolling my eyes. “You’re a heathen.”
We finish our bed-picnic and end up cuddled together talking about everything and nothing completely losing track of time. I yawn for the fourth time.
“You’re exhausted. Let’s get some sleep,” Scott says, reaching to turn off the bedside lamp.
I sit up and look down at my very naked, very sexy husband. I want nothing more than to curl up in his arms and be held all night, but it seems like a bad precedent to set. I’m not ready to move back in yet, and sleepovers feel like a slippery slope.
“I should go home…”
Scott’s brow furrows and his eyes flash with anger for a second before he regains his control. “You are home.” His voice is strained as he tries to hide his upset.
I shake my head sadly. “No. I don’t live here anymore, remember?”
“How could I forget,” he growls, getting out of bed and pacing the length of the room. “This is crazy, Mallory. We are married! We love each other! We both want this to work out. What better way to reestablish our relationship than for you to be here, with me, where you belong!”
I slowly get up from the bed and move to get my dress and shoes. “I thought you understood that I needed time.”
Scott spreads his arms in frustration. “What was all this then?”
“Sex?”
“Fucking bullshit. It’s not just sex. It’s never been just sex.” Scott closes the distance between us and grips my shoulders tightly, his gaze boring into mine. “I love you, Mallory. I can’t live like this. These last weeks have been both the best and the worst. Come home.”
My eyes fill with tears for the third time tonight. Coming here was a mistake. I wasn’t ready for this. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”