Page 31 of Merging Wright

I want to witness her falling apart, but I also don’t want to break the spell she’s under. As she trembles against my tongue, I suck and slurp and savor every shiver until she stills.

Quickly, I stand and stare down at her sated body. “Beautiful.” Her head tips to the side. Her lids are half-mast. Her breasts lift and lower.

Tugging at my own clothes, I nearly rip my vest. I remove my shirt over my head and shuck off my pants, kicking off my shoes before removing my socks.

On bent elbows, Jane perches upright and watches me strip.

“Mach-nificent,” she purrs, taking in the bright ink covering my arms and under my collarbone. “You’re beautiful, Mr. Wright.”

Jesus. The compliment spurs me on. I lean forward and drag a finger along that sweet valley between her breasts. “I like this spot on you.”

Reaching for the champagne, I pour droplets along the path my finger drew, then lower to coat my tongue in the bubbly again. Filling my mouth once more, I rain over her breast and lick her clean. Then repeat the blessing on her other swell.

With her nipples hard as diamonds, I reach under her arms and press her up the bed, climbing over her as she moves. Her legs spread, and I settle between them, my dick dancing against the mess we’ve made of her. Gripping myself, I drag my heavy cock along her slick slit, teasing her clit and torturing me.

“We’re married, Jane, which means we don’t need protection unless you want it.”

“It’s . . . I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

“Define long?”

“A few years.”

How has this incredibly sensual woman gone that long without sex? “I’m clean. I had a check-up six months ago and haven’t been with anyone since before that.”

A heavy pause falls between us, the awkwardness of the necessary conversation stealing the moment.

“What about getting pregnant?” She’s in her forties, but it could still happen.

Jane just shakes her head on the pillow and shifts her eyes away from me.

“Hey.” I grip her jaw, forcing her attention back to me. “We can talk about that later, okay?”

She nods and I lean down to kiss her, taking my time while my cock is screaming for more. Slowly, the intimacy returns, and I grip myself once again, guiding my needy cock through her sleek heat.

“That feels so good,” she strains. Her head tips back. Her arousal builds again.

“I know what will feel better.” Bare. Raw. Real. I slip into her, and my eyes shut, blocking out anything that could steal my attention away from this incredible moment where Jane and I connect. I haven’t been without coverage in forever. The flame of Jane, the wetness, the completion, is too much. I easily slide in and glide back out, repeating the motion over and over. I’m coated in her essence, and I steal a glance, watching as I disappear into her, making us one.

Fuck. What is happening to me? I like this too much.

Jane’s eyes are closed. Her head back.

“Look at me.” I want to see those sapphire gems light up as I take her over the edge.

Her lids snap open, and she holds my gaze as my hips rock. Back and forth, I move. The tension builds. My lower back tightens. My balls seize, but I want another release from Jane while she’s looking at me.

Slipping my hand between us, I rub my thumb on her sensitive nub.

“What . . . oh my . . . that’s . . .”

I love that she’s losing her mind over me. I love how close I feel to her, how close I am to spilling inside her.

“Jane,” I warn. “I’m getting close.”

Her leg hitches over my hip, sliding up my ass and wrapping over my lower back. The position opens her up more.

“Fuck.” I grind. Hips thrusting. Cock surging. I slip to my knees and clench Jane’s hips, tugging her lower body up my thighs. I’m deeper, moving faster and return my thumb to that bundle of nerves. “Claim me, baby.”