Page 139 of The Spare

"Stop talking, and take off your clothes," I rasp, pulling away from her and stride to the terrace doors and open the curtains.

I throw the doors open to our terrace on the ground floor, filling the room with the perfectly humid night air that smells like lemons, thanks to the abundance of citrus trees planted throughout the property. When I turn, she's already slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

My eyes darken as it pools to the floor at her feet.

My cock, already stone hard, throbs and tightens even more as she steps out of the garment and makes her way slowly to me. Her white-tipped toes tease me, as does the little ankle bracelet she wears. My eyes rise to the perfect triangle of her bare pussy, and I'm momentarily stuck in place, not sure whether to sink to my knees before her or pick her up into my arms.

My hands twitch at the dilemma. That's how fucking wrapped around her finger she's got me.

"Mason, are you okay?" she asks, her eyes going wide.

I can see why, because I can't move. Her beauty has me paralyzed.

"No. I don't like it when you keep your body from me, butterfly," I answer, my eyes flicking to hers. "I've been suffering, love."

Not that we've been together long enough for her to know that information, but still, I try to make her see just how badly she affectsme when she withholds from me emotionally, sexually. It destroys me from the inside out because she's my safe place.

Without her, I am nothing.

Wetting her lips, she gets a rather sheepish look on her face, ducking her head and then pulling her arms across her torso in a bid to hide from me.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I just got so upset."

Nodding, I clear my throat. "That's alright, baby, but… I missed you. So, I'm going to fuck you all night, or at least until I feel better. Because I was upset, too."

Her eyes rise slowly to meet mine, but she stays silent as I flick her hair behind her left shoulder, spanning her ribcage with my hands and bending down to take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. Her hands fly up to my hair, and she stands on her tiptoes with a moan, arching into my mouth.

I pick her up easily, making her wrap her legs around my waist. "Are you wet?"

"Yes," she gasps. "Shut up and fuck me, Mason."

"Oh, you're getting fucked. You don't even need to ask, baby."

I pull away from her breast and straighten my spine, looking down into her eyes as I line my cock up with her warm, wet entrance and lower her on top of me. Her pretty mouth parts, letting out an even prettier gasp of air. I grab her ass with my hands and pull her onto me slowly, rolling my hips into her and beginning to rock us.

Everything in my body shifts back in alignment as we become one for the first time since we've moved here to Cali. I missed her so much, and my eyes prick with the force of my emotion. As do hers.

Her eyes well up, and she nibbles her bottom lip, her eyes going hooded with desire.

"Mason, please be gentle tonight…" she says, tilting her head back as I begin to move us, slowly. Purposefully.

Overcome, I place my forehead to her chest and just hold us together. Not moving, or trying to race to some finish line. Breathing. Settling.Feeling.Just existing and merely wanting to connect with my wife.

"I'll be gentle, so don't worry," I whisper against her skin, licking her from her breastbone up her throat until I get to her mouth and kiss her like my life depends on it. I roll my hips into hers lazily, taking my time. Just like I'm going to ride her tonight, nice and slow.

Her body becomes dewy, and a flush enters her face and travels down her neck to her chest. Her pink lips part as her brows furrow, and I can tell she's immediately regretting her request by the way her throat bobs, and her beautiful brown eyes go to mine. I know her well enough by now to know when she wants more.

"No," I say, tilting my head. "We said slow, Melody."

"Harder!"she whimpers, beginning to squirm against me.

I shake my head, chuckling. Walking towards our bed I pull back the sheet and lay her down "No. We agreed."

It's hours before I stop, both of us boneless and spent. And even then I keep my cock lodged inside her balls deep, unwilling to part from her. We sleep tangled up in one another. Exactly how I crave.

As one.

The next afternoon, Melody yelps, gulping as the tattoo needle strokes across her flesh and tears of pain well in her eyes, threatening to overflow."Oww,"she complains.