Page 76 of Merging Wright

“If it can hold up to four-hundred and fifty pounds of man, it can hold the two of us.” Watching me through the mirror, he kisses my neck.

“Mach,” I whisper.

His hands coast up and down the tops of my thighs until one reaches the waistband of my leggings. Mach’s hand slips into my pants and dips lower to cup me between my legs.

“Mach!” I shriek a little louder. “People might see us.”

Mach ignores my concern and swipes his hot fingers through my damp folds. He continues to pepper my neck with kisses. “No one will see. We’re in the shadows here.”

The blinds are slanted, protecting us if someone were to walk by on this dark night.

My mouth opens to form his name again, but when his finger slips inside me, I hiss instead. My backside grinds against the firm wedge behind it. His finger slides in and out of me before increasing the delicious torture by adding a second digit.

“Mach, really?” I admonish while my body responds, begging for more. I don’t want him to stop.

“I want to christen every place you’ve touched. You’re changing everyone’s life here.” His eyes find mine in the reflection of the mirror again. The darkness in them appears different, questioning something, puzzled even.

When his finger swipes up and over my clit, I can’t concentrate on his eyes any longer. My body rocks, chasing his touch. We’ve been together every single night since that explosive morning in the bathroom.

“I want to make you feel good.” His whispered breath tickles my ear. Wrapping my arm around his head, I twist mine so I can kiss him. As our mouths meet, his fingers work faster, dipping deeper until I can’t focus on two things at once. I break free from his mouth, gasping his name again.

“That feels so good,” I moan, reacting to his touch.

“I like to watch you come.”

I glance down where his hand isn’t visible in my pants. His other hand cups my chin and tips my head upward, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror.

“You’re so stunning,” Mach says, as his fingers drag against my clit. “You bite that damn lip, and you release little puffs of air.”

I close my eyes, unable to watch what he describes. I’m no porn star, but my body reacts like I’m one as my hips rock faster, taking his fingers.

“Mach,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.” He loves to demand I tell him I want him, and he loves when I respond that it’s exactly what I want. Tonight, I’m beating him to the phrase.

“Hmmm. Later, baby. Right now is all for you, and I’m selfishly going to watch.”

“Selfish?” I choke, fighting to catch my breath as I feel the wave coming, barreling up my legs. “Let’s move to the couch.”

“Nope.” He nips my neck where my shoulder meets it, and I explode. Clutching the armrests of the barber chair, I lean forward, driving Mach’s fingers deeper. He wraps his free hand around my hair, fisting it to tug me back to him, and I twist enough our mouths meet once more. Kissing him with everything I have, my orgasm races onward, drawing out the finish. I want to scramble over his lap and straddle his legs. I want to force down his pants and place him inside me. I want to be everything to this man because he is wrecking me for all others.

My heart pounds as I slowly come down from the high.

Sitting in a darkened barber shop, in a new trimming chair, Mach just gave me another powerful orgasm.

I’m the one who feels selfish.

I tug at his wrist and remove his hand from my pants. Scooting off his lap, I stand and spin to face him. When I reach for his jeans, he grinds out my name. Button popped, zipper lowered, I make quick work to find what I seek.

“I heard you’d like the full service, Mr. Wright. A trim and a blow job.”

He laughs until I have his dick released from his pants. With my legs on either side of the chair’s footrest, I brace myself and lean forward. Swirling my tongue over his tip, I trace the ridge of his head before opening wide and taking him deep.

Mach’s hand comes to my hair, and he jolts. “Baby.”

I haven’t done this to him since our wedding night. While every night is an exploration of one another and an adventure at times, I haven’t sucked him since that sacred night.

“Fuck, that feels incredible.” He strains through the words as I lick along the length of him, then fill my mouth again. Mach is big, but I do what I can. From the grunts and groans coming over my head, he isn’t complaining.

“Baby, I’m gonna . . .”