forty

GRIFFIN

Our day together was amazing, but every time I considered proposing, something would ruin the moment. Whatever, it’s fine. I’ll propose tomorrow after Mira kills her pitch. She’ll be riding a high from booking a huge job, and I’ll take her somewhere romantic to celebrate. I have time.

Right now? Now I’m going to spank my wife’s sweet ass for laughing at me when the damn bird shat on my head, and then I’m going to kiss it better.

The moment we’re in our hotel suite, I shut the door behind us, turn to my wife with a wicked grin, and back her up against the door. Caging her in with my body, need thrumming through my veins like electricity in a live wire, I lower my head to meet her eyes.

“Alone at last.”

Mira gasps when I press my hips into her and nip at her jaw. She looks up at me with those big, green eyes, pupils dilated with instant desire, and I’m gone. Deceased. Absolutely fucking done for this woman.

“Do you know how many times today I almost pushed you into a bathroom and fucked you silly against the door? How much restraint it took not to slip my hand beneath the waistband of your jeans and dip my fingers into your pussy while we were at dinner?” My fingers go to the button of her pants and flick them open.

Mira shifts, rubbing her thighs together as I drag the zipper down.

“Do you think you could have kept quiet if I finger-fucked you in a crowded restaurant?”

“I-I…” She stammers, breathing picking up, dark lashes fluttering with every kiss I drag along her jaw and every brush of my thumb along her stomach.

“You what, baby?” I tug her jeans down her hips, dropping to my knees so I can pull them the rest of the way off.

Mira toes off her shoes but lets me do the rest. Her panties fall to the floor in a puddle with the denim, leaving her pussy bare for me.

Fuck. This will never get old. Seeing her naked and needy, thighs shifting against each other, the scent of her arousal blooming in the air like a decadent flower.

“Tell me. Do you think you could stay quiet?”

Glassy eyes hooded with raw, undiluted need stare down at me. She nods.

“Words, sunshine.”

“Y-yes.”

A wicked grin slowly morphs my face into something primal. “Oh, you think so? How about we put that to the test? And every time you fail and make a noise, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that pretty ass of yours.”

Mira lets out a little squeak when my fingers dig into the soft globes of her ass, kneading and spreading her. There’s no fucking way she’s staying silent. She’s never silent when I fuck her.

“You want to spank me?”

“If the idea turns you on as much as it does me, then yes. Fuck yes, baby.” I study her face, because as much as I believe she’ll enjoy a spanking, it’s only sexy if she’s into it. If she wants it as much as I do. “What do you think?”

Mira shifts, her thighs squeezing again, and her hands move unconsciously to play with her breasts. “Yes. Fuck, the idea of it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but the answer is yes.”

Grinning, I lean forward and press a kiss to her lower belly above her mound. “Never feel bad for exploring what makes you feel good, baby. I’ll try anything with you. Everything. Now, take your shirt and bra off so I can play with those perfect tits.”

My wife hurries to do as I ask, and in moments, she’s standing in front of me, naked and beautiful, with her back pressed against the door. Perfect.

“Spread your legs,” I demand. “Use the doorframe to brace yourself. I’m going to eat your perfect pussy right here against the door, so you’d better be quiet, or anyone walking by in the hallway will hear you.”

Mira sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, a brief flicker of hesitation puckering her brow before it once again smooths out and lust overtakes every other emotion.

When she doesn’t immediately spread her creamy thighs, I arch an eyebrow and give one leg a tap.

She sucks in a deep breath, then does as I ask.

“That’s my good girl,” I rasp as I inch forward and lift one of her legs, letting it rest over my shoulder with her foot against my back. “Shit, baby. Look at you, so wet and ready for me.”

Mira braces herself against the doorframe as I press on her belly with one hand to keep her steady and drag my thumb through her soaking folds with the other. She lets out a whine that shoots straight to my dick when I apply gentle pressure to her clit.

“Quiet,” I warn her before leaning forward and slowly licking her pussy. I can’t hold back my grin when she gasps and her head flops back against the door with a soft thud . There’s no fucking way she’s keeping quiet. Not by the time I’m done with her.

With one hand keeping Mira pinned to the door, I use the other to grab her ass and angle her hips up so I have better access to what I want.

With her knee over my shoulder and the more exaggerated tilt of her hips, she’s open wide for me.

I take full advantage, alternating between nipping at her inner thigh and lapping at her wet slit.

Her soft little gasps become quiet little moans as each lick of my tongue brings her closer to the edge.

I can do better.

Letting go of Mira’s ass, I press two fingers into her warmth as my tongue lashes her clit. The moan she gives me is far louder than the stifled noises she’s been making until this point, and I grin up at her wickedly, her arousal covering my mouth.

“Oh, baby, they definitely heard that in the hall. This is your last warning to be quiet, or I’m going to bend that perfect ass over my knee and make it red.”

“Shit,” she whimpers, covering her mouth with both hands.

It won’t be enough.

Determined to make her scream, I push a third finger inside of her, curling them to find that magical spot, while my lips latch on to her clit and I suck. Hard.

“Oh, Griffin, fuck!” There’s nothing quiet about my girl’s garbled scream. She’s close to the edge, and I know just how I want to get her there.

Pushing her knee off my shoulder, I rise to my feet and pick Mira up, throwing her stomach over my shoulder, her ass close enough to bite and her breasts pressed against my back.

“Griffin,” she shrieks, only to yelp louder when I turn my head and sink my teeth into the soft flesh that’s been tempting me all night. She moans when I lick it to make it better.

When I get to the sofa in the middle of the large suite, I let her slide down my fully clothed body. She watches me with dazed, glassy eyes as I sit at the edge of the couch, my knees spread. I crook my finger at her. “Come here, wife.”

Hesitantly, she takes a step closer. She’s obviously turned on but unsure of what I want from her.

I pat my knees. “You didn’t do what I told you, baby. You were a very bad girl, and now I have to punish you. Face down, ass up. Now.”

Fuck, the way her eyes widen with the most fleeting expression of hesitation before melting into a raw need that makes my dick twitch.

I watch her to make sure all that hesitation is gone before grabbing her hand and tugging her down until her upper body is supported by my knees.

Her head and shoulders hang off one side, her ass hangs off the other.

It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

My wife is completely naked and willingly at my mercy while I’m fully dressed and eliciting gasps and whines from her with each soft drag of my fingers up and down her spine, over the sides of her breasts, and down the curve of her butt.

She stiffens slightly when I let my palm rest open on the fullest part of it.

“You told me you could be quiet, baby.” I drag my palm in a circular motion over the curve of her, letting my fingers dip into the gap between her legs and dragging them through her dripping slit.

She sucks in a breath and her hips buck, looking for the release I withheld from her when she made too much noise.

I dip my middle finger into her wetness and drag it up to her clit, circling, working her back up.

“I told you there’d be consequences if you didn’t listen. ”

“I’m sorry,” she whines, her voice breathy and petulant. My sexy little brat.

“I don’t think you are.” I stop playing with her clit, grinning when she whines again. “But you will be.”

With an open palm, I smack Mira’s ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her soft skin flush with color. She jolts against my lap and lets out a startled squeak that turns into a whimper when I rub her pink skin.

“Good girls get fucked. Good girls get orgasms.”

“I can be a good girl,” she pleads, wiggling in my lap.

“Can you?”

“Yes.” Her tone is still petulant. Still bratty.

We can fix that. “See, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, baby girl. I think you’re playing me right now. You’re not sorry at all, you just want my tongue back in your needy little cunt.”

“Griffin…”

The smack I give her ass is harder this time. It leaves a faint pink outline of my hand, and Mira moans loudly, letting me know she’s as into this as I am. Thank fuck, because I’m not ready for this game to end. I raise my hand and spank her other cheek, then do it again.

“Oh. Griffin, I… Please, I need…”

“I know what you need,” I say, dipping my fingers between her thighs. She’s even wetter now. Dripping for me.

With one last, stinging smack to her ass, I lift Mira up and carry her to the back of the couch.

Once her feet hit the floor, I press on the center of her back between her shoulder blades and bend her over the back of the sofa.

She moves willingly, turning her face so one cheek rests on the cushion as she looks up at me.

Using my foot, I nudge her stance wider, groaning at the sight of her swollen pink pussy. Never able to completely let go of her sass—which I love—Mira wiggles her pink ass.

“Please, husband. Please, I need your cock.”

There’s a wild animal prowling beneath my skin, desperate to claim her, mark her, own her. The same way she owns me. With a growl, I unzip my jeans and pull out my dick. I don’t even bother pulling the pants all the way off, only tugging them far enough down to fuck my wife.

“You need my cock, baby?” I palm her ass before spanking it once more. Mira gasps and groans. She nods, unintelligible words flowing from her lips. “Then, beg. Tell me how sorry you are that you didn’t do what you were told.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice cracking with frustration and need. “I tried to be good, I swear. I tried to be quiet. But you made me feel so good, babe, and I couldn’t hold it in. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” I say as I grip her hips and slam inside of her with one brutal thrust.

Mira cries out, the sound muffled as she screams into the cushion, her pussy tightening around me once I’m balls deep.

I don’t give her time to adjust to the intrusion.

Not this time. Not when I’m so far gone.

I’m feral with need for her. My fingers dig into her hips and ass as I pound into her again and again, and I know it’ll leave a mark, but I can’t seem to feel anything but pleased by the thought.

“Look at you,” I praise. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. Keeping yourself quiet as I fuck you hard and deep. My perfect wife.”

With her face turned to the side, I watch, enthralled, as Mira’s eyes roll back into her head at the praise and the slamming of my hips against her ass.

Reaching around her hips, I use two fingers to circle her clit.

I’m so close to the edge. I need her to come, because I’m not going to last. The muscles in my thighs and back tense with the pleasure I’m trying to hold at bay.

“Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you clamp down on me as I fill your pussy up.”

Mira’s muffled curses and pleas only add to my pleasure. Her fingers scrabble to grip the couch cushions as I fuck her hard and fast and play with her clit. When she begins to flutter around me, I have to grit my teeth so I don’t blow.

“Griffin, I’m gonna… Oh, god. Oh, fuck.”

When my wife screams into the cushions, her pussy clamping down on me in her own primal claiming, I lose the battle with my control and come with a roar. I thrust into her once, twice, then still, spilling in her fluttering heat with a guttural moan.

Leaning over Mira, I press open-mouthed kisses along her spine while I rock into her gently with my softening cock. “You’re amazing.”

She’s so spent, she only manages to mumble something incoherent.

“Come on, sunshine. Let’s get you cleaned up, then I’ll feed you. I’m sure you’re hungry after all of that. Let me take care of you.”

Her smile is soft and trusting, and I can’t hold the words in any longer. Not for another second. So I let them out as I scoop her up into my arms.

“I love you, Mira. So fucking much.”

Wide green eyes blink up at me, colored with something that looks like shock. “You love me?”

“Yeah, baby. For a while now.”

Mira’s breath catches, then she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her face into the space between my head and shoulders. “I love you, too, Griffin. I love you too.”

I’m not sure how we make it into the bathroom, or how I manage to turn the shower on with my wife cradled in my arms, both of us stealing desperate kisses from the other, but we do.

Maybe we float there. Who the hell knows?

All I know for sure is that I’ve never felt happier.

Nothing has ever felt so right. And we stay up far later than we should as we show our love for each other over and over before falling into the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever experienced.

Tonight, I told my wife I love her. Tomorrow, I propose.