Sinners On Tour 06 Sinners at the Altar (43 page)

She pulled the stimulator free of his body and tossed it into the garbage. She took a moment to clean his ass, knowing how distracted he’d be by the wetness; she wanted his concentration on her.

Jace glanced over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

She shrugged, slipped her panties off, and wearing her thigh-high boots but nothing else, climbed onto the bed in front of him. “We came here to nap, right?”

She curled up on the mattress, snuggled into a pillow, and closed her eyes.

“You cannot leave me like this, Aggie,” Jace said.

She opened her eyes and stared at his enormous cock.

“I do want you inside me,” she said.
“Jace.”

“Yes.”

“But I don’t want you to fuck me right now.”

“Huh?”

“I’m still craving control.”

“So take it,” he said between clenched teeth. “Do with it what you will, but for fuck’s sake, Aggie, don’t leave me like this.”

Aggie shifted onto her back and opened her legs, scooting on the mattress until her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed and Jace’s slim hips were between her thighs. She reached for his cock and the instant she touched him, he sucked a tortured breath between clenched teeth. She rubbed his head against her clit, sighing in bliss.

He backed away from her slightly, and she scooted even closer toward the edge of the bed.

“I want inside you so bad right now,” he said, moving his hips to try to direct his cock into her body.

She slipped his head down into her opening, and he stepped forward, sliding deeper.

“Wait,” she said.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, the only contact between them her hand on his shaft and his cockhead buried just inside.

“Allow me,” she said.

“
To
?”

“Control.”

She released his solid length and gripped his hips, directing him closer. Deeper. His breath came out in a hot huff against her hair. Hands on his hips, she guided him out and then in again, deeper this time. Deeper. She encouraged him to rotate his hips, then draw out again, and press in, deeper still. Under the instructive touch of her hand, he made love to her slow and deep—exactly how she wanted him to take her. Exactly.

She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feel of him inside her.
Thick and hard. Filling her. Stretching her. Rubbing her oh so right.

“You don’t have to restrain me to have this kind of control,” he whispered.

She didn’t want to discuss or debate, she just wanted to feel. She slid one hand to rest on the upper curve of his tight little ass and pressed down to encourage him to tilt his hips, take her at a different angle. Drive deeper and rub within her there,
right there. Oh yes, Jace. There.
Moaning with pleasure, she rubbed her face over his bare chest. Higher. Higher he pulled her toward bliss.

“Aggie?”

Her back arched as she found her peak, waves of rapture clenching deep within her. She pushed him into her—balls deep—and rocked with him, intensifying her orgasm until her entire body was quaking with release. Spent, she collapsed back on the bed, trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Have I been doing it wrong all this time?” Jace asked.

Her eyes flew open, and she lifted her head to look at him standing between her legs—still buried inside her. Still restrained. “Of course not!” she said. “Why would you even think that?”

He shrugged and averted his gaze. It was never her intention to hurt him on the inside, no matter how much pain she inflicted on his flesh. She forced her weary body to sit up and wrapped her arms around him. She thought carefully about the words she wanted to say, because she’d made him vulnerable. She knew from past experience how hard it was for him to allow her to see that vulnerability.

“I shouldn’t have used you like that,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

He relaxed into her. His still-rigid cock slid deeper. “Don’t be sorry. I just… when you get me all worked up like that, I always want to fuck your brains out until I explode. I never even considered that what you needed was something entirely different.”

“I like it when you fuck my brains out,” she assured him. “I just…” She wasn’t sure how to explain it to him without making herself vulnerable. Because even though she trusted him enough to allow him to see that vulnerability in her, she sure as hell didn’t like to feel that way. “Being your wife,” she said. “Certain expectations.” Hell, she was really blundering this. How could she explain without hurting him?

“You don’t want to be my wife?”

She smacked his ass none-too-playfully. “Never think that again, much less say it.”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”

She laughed, the movement allowing her to feel exactly how deep her lover was buried within her.

“I know it’s stupid, but to me, the word
wife
just rubs me the wrong way. Like in the traditional ceremony when the vows are sealed with man and wife. Why not husband and woman?”

“This day and age, they do say husband and wife,” he said.

“Yeah, but why not wife and husband? Wife always comes second.”

“Aggie, I think you’re overreacting. Nothing is meant by it.”

“So why is the woman expected to take the man’s name? Why didn’t you offer to take my last name?”

“I thought you wanted to hyphenate your name.”

“I do,” she said. “But you didn’t hyphenate yours.”

“So you associate the word
wife
with a submissive role.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“You realize that’s a strange thing to think when you have your soon-to-be husband tied to the bedposts, don’t you?”

She chuckled. “I know you understand our dynamic, but others? Others expect me to fall into a certain role as your wife.”

He snorted. “Since when do you give a fuck about doing what others expect of you?”

“Since never.”

“So where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know. I promised myself that I’d never get married. Never give myself to a man.”

“So you think you’ll regret marrying me?”

“No. No, Jace! I won’t regret it. I just want to feel like I’m still in control of my life.”

“You know I won’t stand in your way. I’ll support you no matter what. You
know
that.”

She snuggled against him. “I
know
. It’s me who’s struggling with this. You’re perfect.”

He chuckled against her hair.
“Hardly.”

“You are,” she whispered. “I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

And maybe that was what was really bothering her. They were so meshed at this point in their relationship that she wasn’t solely her own person anymore. Part of her identity would always be known as Jace’s woman. His
wife
. Ugh, that word.

“Release me, Aggie,” he said. “I want to show you something.”

“What is it?”

“I could tell you, but you know I’m not good with words. Let me show you.”

Curious about what he could possibly want to show her—and more than a little excited about the prospect—she reached for the cuff on his left wrist. She couldn’t quite reach it and keep him buried inside her, so she scooted back, surprised by how rock hard he still was as his cock popped free of her body.

He closed his eyes and groaned. “It will be a true test of my restraint not to fuck you hard and fast as soon as I’m free.”

She grinned, thinking she wouldn’t mind it so much, but she didn’t let him know that. She liked it when he struggled for control. They both had a certain obsession with being in control at all times—self-control and, in her case, control of others. It was why their relationship was always challenging and exciting. The kind of relationship they both needed to be satisfied.

T
he buckle on his cuff came free and he rotated his shoulder to get full mobility in his arm as she worked on unfastening his other cuff. Once both of his arms were free, she looked at him in anticipation. He didn’t jump her bones as she’d expected, he simply stared at her as he stretched his arms over his head, drawing her attention to his well-muscled chest, cut abs, and that huge fucking cock of his. She was more than ready for him to pound her with it.

“Come here, wife,” he said, still standing alongside the bed. He opened his arms wide and beckoned her closer with flicks of his wrists.

She didn’t move, just lifted an eyebrow at him. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear when I said I don’t
like
that word.”

“Only because you associate the word with the wrong thing.
With subservience,” he said. “Allow me to show you what the word wife means to me. Maybe it will change how you feel about it.”

“Doubtful,” she said and flipped her long hair behind her before moving against him.

“Wife,” he whispered, holding her securely to his chest. “The only one I hold in my arms.”

His heart was thudding so hard, she could feel it against her chest.

“Wife, the only one who holds my body, who holds my heart.”

Aggie sucked her lips into her mouth to stop their trembling. He spoke his feelings so seldom that when he did, she could scarcely handle the enormity of his sentiments.

“Wife,” he said and stroked her hair. “She has the only hair I want to caress, the only eyes I want to get lost in, the only lips I want to kiss.”

Aggie lifted her face to look at him, and he smiled softly. He cupped her face in one hand and traced her trembling lips with his thumb. “Wife, whose face is the first I want to see each morning and the last I want to see before I close my eyes at night, so I can meet her in my
dreams.”

“Jace,” she whispered, her eyes swimming with tears. He never opened up like this.

“Wife,” he said, taking her hands in his and drawing her knuckles to his lips. “Who possesses the hands that give my body everything it craves. The pain. The pleasure.”

He pressed her down on the bed and leaned over her, trailing kisses along collarbones, her breasts, and her belly. “Wife, owner of the only body I desire.”

He continued down her body and opened her legs gently. “Wife, who conceals a wondrous place between her thighs. The only pussy I’ll ever taste.”

His lips moved against her, rough beard stubble rubbing sensitive skin, soft tongue collecting her cream. She quickly lost herself to the pleasure. “Jace,” she called to him as her desire bloomed.

“Wife,” he said, “the only voice I want to hear call my name in ecstasy.”

He rose above her and used his hand to guide his thick length into her.

“Wife, who accepts me into her body, holds me within, blinds me with pleasure.”

She reached up to pull him into her arms. He joined her on the bed, careful to stay buried within her as he found a comfortable position above her.

He rocked slowly, staring into her eyes as he possessed her most intimately.

“Wife, who I love above all things and will cherish until the day I
die. My wife. My one. My
only
love. My Aggie. My
wife
.”

She
was really loving the word
wife
at the moment, she couldn’t deny it. As long as she was
his
wife—his and no other’s—she’d bear the title proudly and with love in her heart.

“That’s what wife means to me, Aggie. So when I call you my wife, know that it isn’t a word that means subservient to me. It’s a word that encompasses every wonderful thing you are to me. Do you understand now?”

She nodded mutely, her throat much too tight to form words. She drew him against her, and he nuzzled her neck as his hips began to move more vigorously to drive himself deep inside her. She knew how long it took him to find release when he was being tender, but she was totally fine with him making love to her slow and gently for as long as he needed to get off. It wasn’t exactly a negative quality of his, though he’d eventually get frustrated as orgasm eluded him.

“Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, one hand clinging to his firm ass that tensed and relaxed with each penetrating thrust. Her other hand touched the soft hair on the back of his head, and she rubbed her cheek against the roughness of his beard stubble, delighting in all the various textures of his body. “Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do, Jace. Tomorrow I will be proud to call you my husband, proud to be your wife.”

He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. Apparently he was all out of words, but she could see his feelings for her in his brown eyes.

His entire body was drenched in sweat by the time he finally lost himself inside her. He clung to her shoulders, forehead pressed to her collarbone, excited bursts of breath warming the sweat-slick valley between her breasts. She met him, her belly slapping against his as her back arched in bliss and her pussy gripped him tightly in earth-shattering waves of orgasm.