“Mine,” he groaned before he buried his face in her pussy.
She moaned and arched her back as he devoured her, licking her from her anus to her clit, his nose sliding over the throbbing bundle of nerves as he put everything he had into the task of making her come. Hard.
Spearing her hands into his dark hair, she fisted the locks hard, urging him onward. “Harder,” she pleaded, needing more. With Simon, she always craved his total possession.
His tongue rolled over and over her clit, each motion harder, rougher. Kara felt the rush of liquid heat between her thighs, her body beginning to quiver. “Yes,” she moaned with complete abandon, her head thrashing, and her hands holding Simon’s hair in a death grip as he gave her exactly what she needed. He thrust two fingers into her channel, filling her as he bit down gently on her clit and used his tongue to vibrate against the nub.
She flew apart, her climax rolling over her. “Oh, God. Simon.” Her sheath pulsated around his fingers, clenching and relaxing as she found her release.
He crawled up her body after he’d wrung every bit of pleasure he could from her orgasm, and lapped up every last drop of her liquid heat. “You taste so damn sweet,” he grunted as he covered her body with his own. “I could taste you all fucking night.”
“I couldn’t take it,” Kara answered breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck, wallowing in the feel of his warm skin against hers. “Fuck me. Please.” She needed him so badly she wanted to weep.
He rolled her over, pulling her on top of him. “You take me, baby. Show me exactly what you want. Touch me.”
As Simon lay in a position that he once hadn’t been able to tolerate, Kara’s eyes grew teary as she looked down at the man who’d learned to trust her completely. The man who actually wanted her touch instead of fearing it.
Boldly, she straddled him, feeling his cock bumping up against her clit as she moved her hips, sliding his long, thick length along her wet folds. “I don’t feel like being gentle,” she warned him, half serious and half joking, throwing back a comment to him that he’d made to her many times before.
Simon grinned, understanding her tender mocking. “Rough me up, sweetheart. I think I can take it.”
She took his head between her hands and leaned down to kiss him, the taste of herself on his lips fuel to her already fiery body. “Hmmm,” she hummed as she removed her mouth from his. “You taste like me. Mine,” she murmured softly, watching Simon’s eyes flare with possessive heat. She knew he loved it when she claimed him like he claimed her.
“Fuck me, Kara,” Simon demanded. “Now.”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling. She might be on top, but her being in control was an illusion. Other than the few times he’d trusted her by being bound, and the times when he’d misunderstood her hesitance to get naked, he was always a demanding, possessive, bossy lover. And she loved it. Simon made her feel loved, and he satiated her in a way that no man had ever satisfied her. “Bossy,” she accused, swiveling her hips against his rock-hard cock.
“You want bossy?” he asked in a threatening voice before he bodily lifted her from him and placed her on her hands and knees in front of him. “Teasing time is over, baby,” he growled. “I want you too damn much.”
Gripping her hips forcefully, he seated himself inside her completely, groaning as he buried himself to the balls. “Mine,” he rasped, his cock filling her, his hands moving from her hips to her belly and sliding up to cup her breasts. “You feel so fucking good.”
She quivered from the feel of his cock stretching her, his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples just hard enough for the pleasure/pain sensation to drive her nearly insane.
Panting, Kara thrust her hips back, taking every inch of Simon that she could get.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned her gravely as his hands gripped her hips tightly again, pulling his cock almost completely out before he thrust back in with one smooth stroke.
“Aaah,” Kara breathed, needing Simon so much, her entire being shuddering from his possession.
He wasn’t gentle. He began with a fast, hard rhythm of pounding into her that just got harder, faster, their skin slapping together with every powerful thrust.
“Harder,” she pleaded, needing this rough reassurance of how much her husband wanted her.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded as he slipped one hand to her belly and then down between her thighs.
As she pushed back into each stroke of his cock, she imploded when he ran rough fingers over her clit, her body rocking with her explosive climax. “Oh, God. Simon. I love you!” she screamed as she came apart.
“Love you,” Simon groaned loudly as he found his own release, her sex milking him as she spasmed around him in a long, volatile orgasm.
Collapsing onto his back on the bed, he pulled her on top of him, his chest heaving. “I love you so goddamn much it scares the hell out of me,” he grumbled, his arms coming around her protectively as he threaded his hands through her hair. He stroked over it soothingly and kissed the top of her head.
Kara burrowed further into his chest, resting her ear against his heart, feeling the rush of her heartbeat matching his own racing rhythm. “Me, too. I thought maybe I’d get over the craziness, but it never seems to stop. I love you more today than I did yesterday. And I think I’ll love you more tomorrow than I do today.” she sighed. “I guess this is how a good marriage should be. I think I’ll spend a lifetime discovering something else about you every day, another thing to make me love you even more.”
“Then I hate the days I piss you off,” Simon said earnestly. “I want you to love me more every day.”
Kara chortled. “Even when you piss me off, I still love you more every day.”
The things that Simon did that annoyed her were far outweighed by his incredible capacity to love and protect the ones he cherished.
“Good. Then I have a confession to make,” he said gruffly.
“What?”
“I took Tim out Christmas shopping. I know you said I was overdoing the gifts, but he really wanted to buy something for you and Ginny,” Simon confessed.
Kara laughed. “I took him, too. He wanted to buy something for you.”
“He played us. Smart kid” Simon’s tone was proud.
“But he wasn’t playing. It was really important to him. I don’t think he did it intentionally,” she answered, absently running her hand over the hard muscles of his chest, tracing each one of his scars lovingly.