Page 6 of Hampton Holiday Collective

Chapter 5

Rhett

Gettingthroughdinnerisalmost unbearable now that I know the state my wife’s in.Fuck. Every time Tori shifts in her chair, my mind wanders. I can’t help but fantasize, planning every detail of how we’ll be spending the rest of my birthday. I’m desperate for this dinner to end so I can get her home and properly appreciate her from head to toe.

We go through all the motions—making polite conversation with the people seated at our table, listening attentively to the speeches, clapping when required.

After dessert, I slip my hand under the table and trace the slit up her dress, inspiring Tori to whimper under her breath and snap her legs together.

I hold back a laugh and cock one eyebrow at her while a knowing, heated smirk teases at her gorgeous red lips. A moment later, when my name is called from the stage, I pull my attention from her and clear my throat.

Slowly, I rise from my seat, adjusting my tuxedo jacket and patting my pocket to be sure I have my phone. I grip the back of Tori’s chair to steady myself before bending low and whispering in her ear.

“Meet me in the hallway as soon as I’ve accepted the award. Charlie’s out front with the car. I can’t wait another minute to get you home.”

It was a mad dash to get back to the sanctuary of our home.

Heat. Desire. Anticipation. It’s all been building between us for hours. I need to devour my wife the way she deserves.

She steps out of the bathroom and strides to the center of the room in nothing but her pantyhose, her hair still swept over one shoulder and her bright red lipstick perfectly in place.

I rise to greet her, unable to control the savage longing coursing through me. My earlier back pain instantly dissipates at the gorgeous sight in front of me.

“Get on the bed, V. Hands and knees. Ass up. I want to see for myself what’s had you all out of sorts all night,” I demand.

She brushes against me as she approaches, slowing when our bodies are flush against each other before hooking her fingertips into the top of her pantyhose.

She startles when I catch her hands and halt her movements.

When her eyes find mine, I smirk playfully and give her a slow shake of my head. My words come out husky with desire.

“Leave those on.”

She whimpers. Whether in protest or arousal, I don’t know. But she listens, nonetheless.

“Good girl,” I croon, my fingers scratching against the thin black nylon as she gets in the exact position I requested. “Sucha good girl,” I can’t help but repeat as I smooth both hands over the orbs of her ass.

I pull her hips back until she’s right on the edge of the bed, then finally take in the view I’ve been fantasizing about all night.

The bejeweled end of a cherry red butt plug sparkles from beneath the see-through fabric of her stockings. Entranced by the way it glitters and moves when she wiggles her hips, I tip forward and spread her cheeks wider, then use my mouth to nudge the plug.

“Hold still, beautiful.”

My gorgeous wife divulged her secret and essentially tortured me with it all night. Now I’m determined to return the favor and draw this out for both of us.

From plug to clit, I lick her over and over again, until she’s grinding back against my face. I know damn well she can feel the wetness of my tongue and the heat of my breath against her core. I also know it’s not nearly enough.

“Ev.” She shifts her hips back in desperation. “I need you,” she pants, lowering her head to the mattress and offering herself to me.

A feral groan rises from my chest as I scramble to get a hold of the seam of her hose and rip them right down the middle, exposing the plug and the lips of her pussy.

She shudders when I finally, mercifully, lick her completely. I latch on to her clit and suck, long and hard, while spinning the plug slowly with one hand.

I reach out for the edible lube I set out while she was changing out of her dress and drizzle it all over her center, spreading her open and piercing her with my tongue.

I take my time to play with her clit and the toy in her ass, building her up at a slow, torturous pace. I swear I can feel her center trembling around my tongue. Her ragged breaths and moans give away just how close she is.

“You look so pretty like this, V. And you taste so fucking good,” I add, swirling the tip of my tongue around the sensitive, puckered flesh of her asshole.