Page 71 of Merging Wright

As if my fingers have their own will, I circle the pad of one around my breast, drawing closer and closer to my nipple while Mach’s eyes heat. The shower still pours over my side, and my skin pebbles—a combination of exposure to the cool air and the hot desire vibrating off Mach.

“Get out of the tub.” His curt voice turns to a growl, like a man at the end of his rope. His hands fist at his sides. His jeans dip on his hips. I don’t miss the peep of his cockhead above his boxer waistband.

Mach holds out a hand to help me out of the tub, and I cautiously step over the rounded edge. Once outside the basin, I reach for a towel. My nipples could cut the mirror. My flesh is a ripple of bumps.

“No,” Mach snaps, and I blink at his tone. With a hand on my hip, he spins me around, back to his front, and tugs me against him. My wet hair hits his chest while he slides his hand to my lower belly. While he’s pressing against me, I lean on him, the dampness of me warmed by his skin.

“Tell me you want me inside you.” His rough voice by my ear makes my goosebumps goosebump. I shiver as he places a kiss on my shoulder.

“I want you inside me.” The breathless admission falls from my lips, and I close my eyes. The next few minutes are a frenzy of activity. Mach’s hand slips between my thighs, and two fingers impale me. I cry out as I pitch forward. Then I groan as he deliciously slides them almost out of me. I clamp my legs together, holding him in place.

He chuckles. His fingers delve deep again, and I moan in relief.

Leaning forward, I reach for the raised lip of the clawfoot tub. Mach works one-handed with his jeans and briefs, shoving them down his hips while never missing a beat to dip deeper inside me before retreating to my entrance, teasing me that he’ll leave my body before rushing upward once again.

“You’re so wet, baby. And I want you badly.” My feet are tapped with one bare foot of his, suggesting I spread my legs, which I do. The warm tip of his cock glides along the seam of my backside before slipping between my legs. “You told me the other day no one has ever had you here.”

His fingers release my clit and skitter up my middle. Mach tickles between my breasts which hang heavy in my bent position. “What about here? Anyone fuck you between those gorgeous tits?”

I moan at the thought before shaking my head once more.

“This might be one of my favorite places on you.” His fingers continue to stroke between my breasts before lowering back to my hip.

“But this is my most favorite place.” Mach tips his pelvis, and his dick surges inward, gloriously filling me in one swift movement. We both grunt. Mach grips both my hips, guiding me forward and back, coasting over his thickness. “Jesus, have I missed you.”

The words surprise me as well as spur me on. I arch back, meeting him thrust for thrust, rushing as the lost orgasm rebuilds.

“You touch yourself, thinking of me?” His voice strains as he hammers into me.

“Yes.” I huff, the word choppy with our rhythm. The sound of him sliding into me blends with the stream from the shower. Our bodies clap together, and I’m so close once more.

“Mach,” I groan, needing his fingers.

“I got you, baby.” He reaches around me, fingertips rubbing my clit while he enters me over and over again. He begins to slow.

“No,” I cry out, reaching behind me for his hip, forcing him forward to fill me.

“Like this, baby? Come over me. Burst like that bubbly champagne.” Mach holds still while I ride his glorious length. His fingers work my sensitive nub. Then I pop. Like a cork sprung from a bottle, I release, hissing and bubbling, and trickling over him with my own form of wetness.

My orgasm is Mach’s cue, and he rocks forward, jostling my body. I push at his wrist, suggesting he remove his fingers and concentrate on what he needs. Our skin slaps. My knees give a little. Mach digs his fingertips into my hip bones, and then he stills. The pulsing of him inside me matches the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Eventually, Mach leans over me, his forehead against one shoulder blade. “Did I hurt you? You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Immediately, he stands upright, and I follow as he slips out of me. I’m about to protest that I don’t need to be in bed any longer. I need to get back to work and a routine. The thought slowly chips away at this moment until I face Mach, and he gently grips my chin.

“Mrs. Wright.”

Every argument freezes on my tongue as he looks at me with fire in his dark eyes.

“You’re the magnificent one, and I plan to do that again and again to you. You’re my wife, baby. I’m not keeping you a secret anymore. You’re mine.” With those words, his mouth covers mine.

Like a fish uses water to breathe, and humans need oxygen from air, Mach kisses me like I’m essential to his life.

And I inhale him as well, filling my lungs and expanding my heart.

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