Page 77 of Breakaway Bet

He walks over to me, glowing in the soft candlelight that’s flickering in the room. He’s really trying to make this special for me, and the mere thought of that makes my heart beat faster. But my eyes falling on his, seeing this incredibly sexy man stalking toward me, sends my pulse flying.

I force away the thoughts that maybe he does this for everyone. It doesn’t feel like he does. It feels like there’s something special here between us. That’s what I’m choosing to believe as we take this relationship to the next level—a level I’ve never had with anybody else.

He takes me into his arms, and he stares down into my eyes. “We’ll take this at whatever pace you’re comfortable with, okay?”

I nod and back up. I pull my shirt over my head, revealing the black lacy bra I wore for tonight in hopes of where the night was going to lead, and his eyes move immediately to my chest. They heat with lust as I take my bra off and toss it on the floor, too.

I kick off my shoes. I pull off my socks, too, attempting to be as sexy as possible with a task that’s decidedly unsexy, but I’m ready to be naked.

He’s not moving, instead watching me intently, and I start on the buttons of his shirt. He helps, and once it’s off, he tosses it on top of mine. My hands go to those washboard abs of his as I try not to drool, and his hands go to my tits as he massages them. He bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a pulse of need through my entire body and landing squarely between my legs.

I run my hands along his body as he works my nipple, and I tip my head back as the ecstasy already plows into me. One of his hands trails down, bypassing the top of my jeans and moving straight into my panties. He slips a finger through my folds, brushing against my clit and sending me into another orbit already. I thread my fingers into his hair, those sexy, luscious strands that are nearly always covered by a backward ball cap, and I moan at the feel of his mouth on me, of his finger moving exactly toward the place I need it to go.

He hisses as he slides his finger in and feels exactly how wet I am already, and he lets go of my nipple long enough to say, “Fuck, Ive. Your pussy is soaked for me.” He pulls his finger out, and then he turns on this hot, new commanding side. “I want you naked on my bed. Now.”

I’m too full of lust to actually come up with some sort of witty response, so I do what he says, dropping my jeans and the black thong I wore with them so he barely even gets the chance to enjoy what I had on beneath my clothes all night. I climb on the bed and lie back on the pillow on the side that has somehow become mine in the last few nights, and I watch him.

He’s wild with lust, his eyes flashing as he removes his own clothes. Eventually he stands at the foot of the bed in just a pair of boxer briefs, his hard cock tenting the front.

“Look at my hot wife, lying there naked and waiting for me.” He runs his hand along my body. He pinches a nipple before trailing down lower, his fingertips dancing along my hip before he dips down lower. He teases me, his finger moving on both sides of my pussy, my hips moving in time with his movements, seeking any friction that I’m becoming absolutely desperate for. He finally pushes his finger in, and my back arches off the bed at the feel.

“Fuck, yes, baby. So goddamn wet. I can’t wait to fuck this gorgeous pussy.”

I reach over and run my hand over his briefs, but I can’t get at the angle I want to, so all I can do is rub my palm back and forth. He fingers me a little longer, and my body is getting close, starting to betray me.

“Tell me what you need,” he demands.

“You,” I whimper. “I need you. If you keep fingering me, I’m going to come.”

“I want you to come all over my cock tonight,” he growls.

Holy hell. “Yes!” I cry out, and I claw at the top of his briefs as a way to get him to lower them.

He pulls his finger out and walks around the bed, slipping his briefs off as he walks and leaving them by the rest of our scattered clothes. He makes his way to his side, and he tears open the condom.

My chest lights with nerves.

I watch with fascination as he rolls the condom on, and I bite my bottom lip as I wait, patience gone now as I pant for him.

Once the condom is on, he takes some of the lube in his palm, and he strokes himself with it so the condom is nice and wet.

He wipes his hand on the towel before he climbs on the bed. He moves over me, settling between my legs, and he hovers above me.

This is it.

Thrills zip up and down my spine as my eyes meet his, as he’s close enough that I can smell him, that scent that drives me wild.

His voice is low and tender when he asks, “You ready?” He tucks some hair behind my ear, and he runs that same hand along my jaw before he moves his hand down to cup my boob.

My eyes search his as I say, “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.” I take his jaw between my hands, and I press a kiss to his lips.

He pulls back to say, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nod, and I wrap my arms around his body as his lips drop to mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue delving into my mouth with all that expert skill of his, and he reaches between us to guide himself toward me.

I feel his cock as it bumps against my clit, and my hips jerk at the jolt of pleasure. He pulls back, and he smirks at me. “Just relax, okay?”

I draw in a deep breath, and once I let it go, his lips move back to mine. He kisses me as he slides his cock down a bit, and I feel him at my opening as he pushes in.