Page 54 of The Wrong Husband (The Davenports #6)

Connor

She swallows around my cock, and it feels like my entire body is going to burst into flames.

My balls tighten. My heart pounds against my rib cage.

I’d say it’s a predictable reaction when any gorgeous woman has her mouth wrapped around my dick.

But it’s not any woman, it’s my wife. And there’s something very intimate, and very erotic in having Phe deep-throat me.

There’s something very personal, knowing there won’t be anyone else but me who’ll see her in this position.

I’m the only person she’ll ever be giving a blow job to.

The only man whose cock and fingers and mouth she’ll have on her body.

Possessiveness tightens my belly. The feeling in my chest turns viselike.

I want to position her over my cock and fuck into that tight, hot pussy.

I want to squeeze her butt, and her thighs, and then her breasts.

I want to bite down on the curve of where her shoulder curves into her throat and leave a mark, so the entire world knows that she’s mine.

Only mine. I curl my fingers into fists and force myself to take deep, calming breaths.

Then I fold my arms behind my neck and lean back.

"Curl your fingers around the base," I direct.

She does so.

"Lick up the length to the crown."

She swirls her pink tongue as instructed, hazel eyes shining with lust, long eyelashes spiky with moisture. She licks around the head, then once again, curls her mouth around the crown. Her cheeks hollow, and it feels like she’s sucking my soul through my cock.

"Fuck," I grunt, unable to stop myself from surging forward. My shaft slides down her throat, once more ensconced in that tight column. She gags, and the suction shivers up my length. It tugs on the tightening knot of need at the base of my spine.

"Squeeze harder."

She instantly obliges by tightening her hold on me.

She pulls back until I’m balanced at the rim of her mouth.

Then angles her head so I slip down her tongue.

She bites down gently so her teeth graze the delicate skin of my shaft.

The tension at the base of my belly roars into something primal.

I feel myself grow harder, thicker, pushing against the column of her throat.

Her chest rises and falls, and a quiver runs up her body.

Drool drips from the corners of her mouth.

She looks elemental, and naked, and so fucking sexy.

When she swallows around my shaft, my entire body turns into one long, needy gasp.

I can’t hold back. I hoped to tease her a little, taunt her with the feel of my cock thrusting into her mouth, an imitation of how it feels to have me plunge into her wet pussy.

I hoped to arouse her, take her to the edge of wanting, and drive her need sky-high, but really, it’s me who’s feeling the effect of drawing out the agony of anticipation.

It’s short-circuited my brain cells, turned my heart to glass, and my groin into a titanium shield which feels too heavy for the rest of my body.

I manage to hold onto my control for a few seconds more.

That’s until a wicked gleam enters her eyes.

She reaches down to cradle my balls and massages gently.

A thick, broken sound emerges from my throat.

An audible snapping sensation whips through my body.

In a move so quick it feels like my arms blur, I reach down and, digging my fingers into her hair, I haul her up and toward me.

She opens her mouth. "What?—"

I lock my lips to hers, absorbing the sound, keeping my eyes open to take in the drugged look that seeps into her gaze when I deepen the kiss.

I angle my head, sliding my tongue over hers, tasting myself on her sweet palate.

And the combination of our tastes, the tiny whining sounds she makes, the way she quivers against my chest…

She feels tiny and delicate, and yet, vibrates with so much desire, it feels like her body can’t contain it…

All of it pumps up my blood pressure and floods my senses.

I slide my hands down to the fleshy globes of her arse cheeks.

I squeeze, and a fully body shudder grips her.

I position her over my cock, and just as I imagined, her slit is wet and juicy, and not just from the bath water.

I tease her opening, and she moans into my mouth.

She holds onto my shoulders and wriggles her tush so I slide in deeper.

So hot. So moist. So fucking perfect and receptive.

My heart swells in my chest, as if unable to be contained by my rib cage. My pulse rate kicks up. The blood slams at my temples, my wrists, even in my fucking balls. Sweat breaks out on my forehead.

This is it. This intense connection where it feels like my heart beats in sync with hers, where holding her in my arms seems to fill the hole in my soul I didn’t realize I had, where being inside her feels…like I’ve come home.

This…is what I’ve been searching for. In every mission. In every race to a far-off country on an assignment.

Every time I slipped into another character’s skin. Each time I ran away from the emptiness in my life. I was searching for something… Someone.

Her.

She’s here. With me. I’m holding her. My life. My heart. My soul. My everything. I tighten my grasp on her and sense the instant reaction of her body when she squeezes her thighs around my waist and digs her nails deeper into my neck.

She opens her mouth, her hips, her body, and slides down my shaft until I’m lodged deep inside her.

My favorite place. The only place where I feel both relaxed and turned on, at the same time.

Which is a contradiction, but also a culmination of my entire life which has brought me to this juncture.

This moment, when I’m looking into my wife’s beautiful eyes and watching them cloud with rapture, when I propel my hips up and thrust into her.

Her body jolts. Her spine arches. Her breasts seem to swell with erotic longing.

I hold her in place, and my cock thickens inside her.

Her snug pussy has me in a viselike hold.

I angle my hips and work myself further inside of her.

I brush up against that spot deep inside her.

Instantly, her mouth falls open, and a low, keening sound emerges from her. I begin to fuck into her.

Every time I thrust up and into her, her entire body shudders.

She bounces on me, her full tits jiggling in a way that feeds the burn in my lower belly, which in turn, pushes me to kick into higher gear.

The next time I power into her, she cries out, throws her head back, and grabs hold of my forearms. She squeezes her knees into either side of my hips and slides down further on my cock, impaling herself.

A bead of sweat slides down the valley between her breasts.

She’s glorious. The frantic pulse at the base of her throat, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest tell me she’s close.

I release my hold on her waist, only to rub on her clit.

Her eyelids fly open, that hazel gaze now green with flashes of gold.

"Come with me," I command and slide my other hand between her arse cheeks. I play with the knot of flesh there, and she instantly orgasms. Her inner walls contract and milk my shaft. I feel the suction all the way up my spine. Goddamn.

My balls draw up. My cock lengthens. Another thrust into her, and I come, emptying myself inside her.

I hold her as the aftermath rocks through her.

As my body jolts with the pleasure of my orgasm.

Goosebumps dot my skin. My scalp tingles with the intensity.

Light flashes at the corners of my eyes as I fill her up with my cum.

When she slumps in my arms, I hold her close.

Tuck her damp hair behind her ears. Only then, do I remember. "I didn’t wear a condom."

"I’m on birth control," she murmurs into my chest. "You don’t need to wear a condom."

"We should have discussed it earlier—" I cradle her, savoring the feel of her curves against me. "I blame wanting to be inside your luscious body for having distracted me." I notch my knuckles under her chin and lift it. She raises her gaze. "Are you sure?"

Her lips smile. "After that orgasm? You bet, I am."

I chuckle and cradle her closer. "I’m just getting started."

"Oh?" She frowns.

I rise to my feet, carrying her with me, then step out of the tub. "First, I’m going to dry you. Then, I’m going to get you wet all over again—from the inside. Then, I’m going to fuck you again, then feed you, in that order. Is that okay with you?"

"I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed." She places the tablet she borrowed from me aside and leans back with a sigh.

“Only you’d spend the last hour working on the proposal to send to the Prime Minister and say you’re relaxed.” I chuckle.

“Listing out the reasons why the ER needs to be kept open was a labor of love. And I wanted to make sure you have it so you can send it off to the PM right away.”

I pick up the device, log into my email account and, attaching her proposal to my email, send it off with a note outlining why the PM needs to give his attention to this specific issue of keeping Archway Hospital’s ER open.

Then I lean back on the sun lounger.

We’re on the main deck, having decided to come up to get some sun, after I made good on my promise to fuck her and get more food into her.

“That feels so good.” She closes her eyes and tips her chin to soak up the sun’s rays. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this content in my life.” She places her cheek on her hands folded under her head and looks at me through her sunglasses.

She's wearing a bikini, whose bottoms are cut high enough to show off her fleshy thighs, and a triangle top tied in a knot at her back, which I can attest, does not do much to hold in her D cups.

"Might have something to do with the fifth orgasm you had earlier.” I smirk.