A Marriage of Convenience (10 page)

As her breasts tumbled free of their confinement, she muttered, “Well now, that seemed mightily practiced.”

She loved the blush that graced his face at her comment.

Her belly quivered as he knelt before her, his warm breath dancing along her exposed skin. His long fingers examined her stomach. Ayanna tipped her head and watched the myriad emotions on his face as he touched her. Pleasured her.

His hair shone in the room’s soft light, the summer sun having given his normally dark hair lighter streaks. She watched the way his straight white teeth sank into his bottom lip, how his head cocked to the side as his eyes followed the path his fingers travelled.

She swallowed hard as he moved down over the swell of her hips to the button that rested on her right hip. Every action was smooth, seemingly effortless—even the way he lowered the zipper of her pants and drew them off her legs.

Ayanna knew he could smell her arousal, hell she could. She didn’t care, she wanted him to touch her. “Michael,” she stuttered as his index finger ran along the edge of her satin thong.

“Damn it, Ayanna. I wanted to go slow, make love to you as you deserve, but,” his hands gripped her hips and pulled her close so her dripping pussy was right before his mouth, “sitting here, smelling your scent. I want to rip this fucking purple thong off and screw you until neither of us can think.”

Dropping one hand to rest on the back of his head, Ayanna urged him closer. “Don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

Her other hand manoeuvred between her crotch and his face, she slid her fingers under the wet material, allowing them to sink into her. Moving them up and down until they were wet with her juices, Ayanna removed them from her pussy and put them to his lips.

Michael’s mouth sucked on her fingers until there was no more taste for him to get from them. He nudged her thong out of the way and began feasting on her.

Her moans quickly turned to loud mews of pleasure. Somehow, her thong was removed and he kept his mouth pressed hard to her. His thick tongue fucked her until she came.

“Michael!” she cried as her body shook.

He stayed on his knees until he was sure he had gotten it all. When he rose before her, her body pulsed with eagerness at the raw, primal craving she saw. Her eyes drifted down to the obvious ridge in his sweatpants. She licked her lips.
I want to suck on that cock.

Michael lowered his pants and whipped off his shirt. She shifted as she tried to keep her moisture inside her body as opposed to leaking down her leg. His naked body made her lust uncontrollably. All of him was magnificent, but she focused on the thick cock that jutted out from the nest of dark hair.

Again, she wet her lips and reached for him. She groaned in tandem with him as her fingers closed about him. Her pussy pumped and sent another orgasm through her. She loved the feel of him in her hand.

Leaning forward, she took him in her mouth. His moan made her smile. He gripped her hair and gently tugged her away from him. Confused, Ayanna looked up at him.
What does he want?
The answer was on his face. He needed her.

“I need to be inside you, Ayanna. I need to feel your pussy around my cock.” His words were husky with strain.

She nodded. She stood and walked to the bed, sitting down on it and holding out her hand towards the handsome lieutenant who happened to be her husband. Hers.

Michael followed her. He settled between her legs. She helped guide him inside her and they both caught their breath at the sensation of being joined in such a way.

Eyes on each other, he began to slowly move inside her. The rhythm quickly gave way to a faster, deeper, harder thrusting of hips. Ayanna screamed herself hoarse as her hips rose to meet each powerful stroke.

Throughout the night, they made love. They explored each other’s bodies. Ayanna sat up and looked at her husband in the gentle light of morning. Thick lashes rested on his cheeks as he slumbered. He lay on his back, the sage-coloured sheet resting just below his navel. Her eyes travelled over his bared chest, admiring the masculine form.

“My husband,” she mumbled.

Tugging down the sheet, she exposed his cock to her gaze. She licked her lips. Reaching out, she touched it gently, slowly running her fingers up the shaft. She never stopped watching as it grew harder and stiffer in her grasp.

Low grunts and groans came from Michael as he continued to sleep. His hips shifted a bit and Ayanna rose up on the bed. Carefully, she straddled him and sank down his aroused shaft. Her body trembled as he filled her. She closed her eyes, tipped back her head and began to move upon him.

“Now, this is a wonderful way to wake up,” his sleep-laden voice said.

Ayanna didn’t stop riding him but she did look down at him. “I couldn’t agree more.” She smiled as his hands landed on her hips and he began to move opposite her, so when she came down, he went up, allowing much deeper penetration.

Her nails scored over his naked chest as she neared her release. His rumbles offset her mewls. Up and down she moved, rotating her hips, angling them so he hit different spots inside her.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her entire body began to tingle. Michael took her hands in his and laced their fingers together. She came in a rush and collapsed on top of him, panting hard.

Michael rolled her so he was on top, their joined hands above her head. His hips continued to pump into her. “You were made for me, baby. I fit so perfectly inside you. I love you.”

She could see the sweat on his skin, feel the pounding of his heart. “I love you, too,” she said on a low purr of satisfaction.

Hooking her ankles so her feet rested on his back, Ayanna closed her eyes again and gave herself over to the pleasure this man brought her.

This was where she belonged.