Just like with everything else, she challenges me. Her teeth scrape my lower lip and I can抰 contain the groan that spills out. I feel her smile, even though her face is too close to see it.
I抦 close to coming from this alone梙er taste, her hands in my hair, the friction between our bodies. When her right hand slips out of my hair and slides down to my waistband, I curse my lack of planning. These shorts don抰 have pockets. I grab her wrist before she journeys down far enough I won抰 be able to think straight. Blood is already rushing south. There抯 no way she抯 oblivious to how hard I am.
揑 don抰 have anything.?I wait to see what she抣l say.
Something passes across her face. It looks like regret, mixed with some uncertainty. Then she shrugs and moves away. 揙kay.?
Okay?
I抦 pissed. Annoyed she抎 kiss me like that and then turn it off just as fast. Blood is racing through my veins as fast as my heart is pounding, and she抯 leaning back on the chair, looking the same as she did when I came out here梒ompletely unaffected.
This push and pull has become a predictable pattern between us. But this time, I push harder.
I crawl over her, rubbing my erection against the inside of her thigh. Her breathing quickens, like she抯 struggling to pull in enough oxygen. Scarlett can control her words. Her body is another story.
I kiss her梙ard, deep, and bruising. She kisses me back. I can feel her fighting the urge to arch against me. I stop kissing her, pulling back so I can study her face for a minute. Her cheeks are flushed and her dark hair is spread out in a wild tangle.
Seeing Scarlett in her wedding dress was a shock. This feels like another new experience條ike I抦 seeing her for the first time. She consumes every thought without even trying.
Her skin is as smooth as the silk she抯 barely wearing. The transition between the two is subtle. Her soft gasp when I slip my hand up and under the hem of her short nightgown is the only sound I抦 aware of. I keep my eyes on her as I trace the wet lace between her thighs, watching as her eyes close and her lips part.
揕ook at me, Scarlett,?I command. Like hell is she pretending this is some other guy touching her.
She fights me for a minute, keeping her eyes stubbornly shut. I wouldn抰 expect anything less. But then she抯 looking at me. Electricity crackles between us, as consuming as anything I抳e ever felt.
Scarlett bites her bottom lip. She抯 still fighting梟ot to react, not to make a sound.
揝how me your tits.?
Her eyes widen. Not just with surprise, but with arousal. She likes being bossed around in bed.
Slowly, Scarlett reaches up and tugs at the thin straps holding her nightgown up. The fabric slides down, revealing more and more of her pale skin. My dick jerks as her breasts come into view. The hard points of her nipples pebble under my gaze. Her dress is pooled around her waist, only covering a small strip of her stomach. The rest of her body is bare, laid out before and beneath me.
I抳e fantasized about seeing Scarlett naked an embarrassing number of times. Unlike most things, the reality exceeds my imagination. Her body is perfect. But it抯 the fact it抯 her body梩hat it belongs to the woman who fights me on everything but is letting me see her like this梩hat has me feeling like I抳e never seen a naked woman before.
I don抰 move. I look, soaking in my fill of her feminine curves and creamy skin. Another woman might shirk from the appraisal. Cover herself or look away. Scarlett does neither. She holds my gaze with a hint of challenge sparking in her eyes, looking at me like I抦 the vulnerable one.
Maybe she抯 right. Maybe I am.
She抯 perfect. And in one permanent way, she抯 mine. 揝pread your legs for me, baby.?
There抯 no hesitation this time. No pet name in an annoyed tone. Eagerness is the predominant emotion on her face as she parts her thighs as wide as they抣l go, opening herself up to me.
I slide lower, yanking her panties off so they抮e out of the way. Her breathing turns fast and ragged. I lower my head and lick her with a long, thorough drag.
Her hips rise and roll, her legs falling further open. Trying to coax me where she wants me. Chasing pleasure and offering temptation. I like her like this. Under me. Focused on me. For all her posturing about property and prizes, I don抰 think Scarlett realizes how much power she holds. Over everyone. Over me.
She inherited. But she also built. Conquered. Expanded. Like an empress, not a queen. That抯 rare in our world, where people hide unhappiness under cars they don抰 drive and houses they don抰 live in and vacations they don抰 enjoy.
She抯 a force, my wife, and right now she抯 writhing. Silently begging for my fingers and my tongue because she抯 too proud to say a word.