The Girl He Marked

Chapter 37

I reach for the button on his jeans, easing them down his hips until he stands before me in just his

black boxers.

'You're a little too clothed for my liking,' he comments and lifts my top over my head. With a deft flick of

his hand, my bra snaps undone, and I let it slip off my arms to the floor. Next go my jeans, leaving me

in nothing but my thong, and that is gone a second later, along with his boxers.

Rixon's POV.

I reach out for my beautiful wife, my eyes taking in every inch of her perfect body.

I hear her small gasp as I pull her against my body, her warm skin touching mine. I hold her close for a

moment and bury my face in her neck, breathing in her wonderful scent.

Nothing better than having her in my arms.

Or maybe there is one thing that is better...

With that thought, I grasp her hips and lift her up onto the counter. She squirms as the cold marble

presses against her butt. I slide her to the edge and before she can intervene, drop to my knees and

place my mouth over her delicious pussy.

Her moans spur me on as I tease her with my tongue, my hands grip her quivering thighs. She tilts

back her head and inhales sharply, I squeeze tighter, knowing she's close. I flick my tongue over her

clit, increasing my speed and pressure to drive her mad. Seconds later, she calls out my name and

convulses around my tongue.

I grin with satisfaction, giving her a moment to catch her breath back. She looks down at me with those

huge eyes of hers that see right through me. Before she can try and stop me, I dive back in, eager for a

second orgasm from her.

A minute later, it rips through her and she shakes under my hands.

'Rixon,' her breathy voice raises goosebumps on my skin, I look up at her and if I wasn't already on my

knees, I definitely would be now. Her cheeks are flushed from the orgasms, her breathing shallow and

rapid, her plump lips slightly parted, and her eyes are filled with desire.

Jesus.

How did I get so lucky

I return to my ministrations, this time with a softer force as I don't want her to be sore. She attempts to

stop me, but her complaints are empty and few. Soon her words turn to moans, and she falls back

against the counter, no doubt trying to use the marble to cool her scorching hot skin.

I coax the third orgasm from her, feeling alarmed when I see a tear roll from her eye.

'I'm fine,' she pants, smiling down at me, 'You're just really good at that,' she winks and collapses back

onto the counter.

'I'll give you a minute to recover,' I tell her, and she gives me a thumbs up, her eyes still closed.

I shake my head at her, even though she can't see it. I pour her a glass of cold water and pass it to her

outstretched hand. She chugs it greedily, her eyes watching me closely over the rim.

She puts down the glass and beckons me over with her finger. I step in between her legs, splaying my

hands on the counter either side of her thighs. Without another word, she tangles her hands in my hair,

pulling just hard enough to make my hands clench. She brings my lips down to hers and kisses me like

it could be our last.

I let her have her moment of control, she teases me with her tongue and softly bites my lower lip. My

hands leave her sides and grasp her hips, pulling her warm body against mine.

I jump as her phone buzzes on the side, I reluctantly pull away and let her read it.

'Damn, pizza guy will be here in ten minutes,' she tells me, and I have an idea.

'You go down and get it, I'll set the table,' I suggest, and she narrows her eyes at me.

'Why me I'm naked,' she protests, and I raise an eyebrow at her.

'So am I,' I reply calmly, I walk out of the room to our bedroom, feeling her eyes on my back.

I return with one of my white t—shirts and hold it out to her.

'Wear this, nothing else, and collect our food,' I tell her and cross my arms over my chest, knowing that

my ink is her weakness. Her eyes drop to my arms immediately.

'You must be joking,' she stares at me in shock, holding the t—shirt as if it might bite her.

It won't bite you baby, but I will.

'Absolutely not, I'm serious,' I lean back against the counter, trying to maintain authority whilst being

bollock naked.

She looks at me for a moment longer, her mouth pressed into a thin line. As if realizing that I'm serious,

she pulls the t—shirt over her head. It falls to her thighs, but her beautiful dark nipples press against

the fabric.

It's almost as hot as when she's naked.

Almost.

'I can't go down like this! With my pink cheeks and ruffled hair it's obvious what we've been up to!' She

throws her hands in the air in exasperation and I grin at her.

'You prick,' she growls and glances at her appearance in the reflection of my tinted windows.

'You're so lucky that there's no security guards or anything, at least I'll never see this pizza guy again,'

she grumbles and shoves her feet into her sandals.

'Nice outfit,' I say sarcastically, and she glares at me. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Have I pushed this too far

Never.