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The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)(40)

Author:Catharina Maura

My heart races as I pour some oil onto her back. “Are my hands cold?” I ask as I spread the oil over her shoulders, kneading gently.

Raven sighs happily. “No, this is perfect.”

I watch her side profile as I move my hands up, massaging the back of her neck with my thumbs, the tips of my fingers pushing into her scalp.

“Oh God,” she moans. “That’s so good.”

Fucking hell. My cock hardens instantly, and I clench my jaw as I continue to massage her neck, drawing circles with my thumb as my nails scrape over her scalp.

“Ares,” she moans, and it takes all of me not to turn her over and kiss her. Fuck. The way she says my name is unreal. “I love this.”

“Let me move on top of you,” I tell her, positioning my legs on either side of her so I can use more of my body weight.

She shifts a little underneath me and moves her hands up and out of the way. Damn. Does she realize that she’s giving me a clear view of the side of her breasts? Fucking hell. Thank fuck she can’t tell how hard I am.

I move my hands lower, massaging her shoulders and back, taking my time to ease the tension in her muscles as best as I can. I move slightly lower each time until my thumbs are pressing into the dimples on her back.

Fuck. I’d love to hold her just like this as I fuck her from behind, my hands on her hips. I have no doubt she’d take my cock like a good girl. I want more of her moans. I want my name on her lips as I push deep inside her.

I hesitate for a moment as I move lower and tug on her towel slightly to check if she’ll resist, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lifts her hips a little, allowing me to pull it off entirely, until I’ve got her lying underneath me naked.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, snapping me out of my daze. I continue to massage her lower back, unable to tear my eyes off her ass. Her body is literal perfection. My hands move slowly as I knead the top of her ass, my thumbs working through her glutes.

“Oh,” she moans again. “Hurts.”

“Here, baby?”

I continue to massage her glutes, moving my hands lower, until they’re covering her ass fully, my grip tight as my thumbs dig into her muscles.

“Yeah,” she groans. “There.”

I clench my jaws hard as I move slightly lower, my thumbs brushing over her inner thigh, so fucking close to her pussy. I pause for a moment before I move my body lower, giving myself a clear view of her smooth pussy.

Fucking hell. I’d give the world to spread her legs and bury my face between them. I need a fucking taste.

I move my hands wider until I’ve got them on the sides of her ass and continue to massage her glutes, my thumbs pressed against her inner thighs. Raven squirms a little, shifting just a little, until my thumb brushes over her pussy. She opens her legs just a little, allowing my finger to go deeper, until I’m pressing against her clit.

I pause for one single moment and smile when she doesn’t pull away. Slowly, I start to knead her ass, my movements more sensual than therapeutic now. I steal a glance at her face and smirk at the way she’s blushing, her eyes pressed closed.

My movements are almost imperceptible as I start to draw circles around her clit while I pretend to massage her hips. Her breathing turns into soft panting, and I watch as she bites down on her lower lip, no doubt trying her best to keep in her moans.

I smirk as I press against her clit harder and move my left hand closer, pretending to massage her inner thigh. Her hips move ever so slightly, as though she wants more, and I brush my fingers over her pussy, enjoying the wetness. How long has she been turned on?

I wonder how far she’ll let me take this. Will she let me make her come?

I pull my thumb away and bring it to my lips, sucking down on it. My eyes fall closed as I taste her. I wish I could have more. Fuck, I wish I could make her sit on her hands and knees while I eat her out from behind.

I move my hands away from her pussy and start to massage the back of her thighs, patiently waiting for a sign that she wants more, that I’m not crossing any lines.

Raven squirms underneath me and repositions herself slightly, until she’s got my fingers back on her pussy, and I bite back a smile. Yeah, my darling wife wants more.

“Spread your legs for me,” I tell her, my voice rough and demanding. “Let me work on the muscles in your thighs.”

I put my hands on her thighs and reposition her legs until I’ve got her on her knees with her ass in the air, all the while keeping her upper body perfectly unmoved. She keeps her eyes closed, pretending to be unaffected, but her breathing gives her away.

That, and her soaking wet, swollen pussy.

I grin as I grab the oil and pour it down her ass until it’s glistening and wet. “Sorry,” I murmur. “I think I used too much, baby. Let me clean that up for you.”

I let three fingers move down her back, pushing my middle finger into her ass just slightly for a moment as I drag my fingers down. She moans loudly and buries her face into her pillow deeper, her face crimson. She likes that, huh?

I chuckle as I cup her pussy fully, pressing the heel of my hand into her. “I used too much oil,” I complain, making excuses for the way I’m touching her.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “Just rub it in. My skin will absorb it.”

“Yeah?”

I slide my hand underneath her pussy, pretending to check for oil as I slowly drag my fingers back up, pressing against her skin, until two of my fingers slip into her, supposedly accidentally. The way she moans into her pillow is fucking unreal.

“So much oil,” I groan, unable to keep the smile off my face.

I finger her slowly, taking my time to find her g-spot. Raven moans my name when I find it, and I increase my pace, using my left hand to stroke her clit while my right hand fucks her pussy the way I wish my cock would. I’ve never been jealous of my own fucking fingers, yet here I am, watching them disappear into my wife’s hungry pussy.

“Ares, please.”

I smirk as I flick my thumb over her clit, my touch rough. Her hips start to thrust back against my fingers, and fuck, I wish I could just slide my cock into her. I want her screaming my name.

“Yeah, baby,” I groan as her breathing comes faster. “Just like that.”

Her muscles tighten around my fingers, and she moans my name. She says it like it’s a fucking prayer, and shit, just the sound of her has me close to coming myself.

I pull my fingers away as she comes down from her high and gently reposition her, so she’s lying flat again. She relaxes underneath me and I continue to massage her legs as though I didn’t just make her come. Considering that she didn’t even look at me once, she might not be ready to speak up about what happened, but that’s fine. The way she just moaned my name is enough for me. For now. It’s a whole lot more than the cold avoidance she’s been giving me lately.

I lean in and press a kiss to her lower back. “You may need to take another shower, Wifey. I got oil all over your body.”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I, um, I’ll just go take another shower now.”

I kiss her skin again and pull away. “I’ve got a conference call in a few minutes, so just relax for a bit before you shower, my love.” I sigh and lean in one more time, kissing her shoulder blade this time.

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