Colonist's Wife by Kylie Scott

his mouth with a finger, smiled when he tried to nip it with sharp teeth. “All your little quirks.”
    “Louise…”
    “And your hijinks.”
    “Let’s not go there right now.” Adam’s mouth descended on hers, kissing her over and over, hotter and deeper and harder and…wow, her head spun. Again. “You taste like tequila.”
    She blinked dazed eyes at him and gave a lazy smile. “Yeah, I drank margaritas with… I can’t remember her name. But she was really nice.”
    “Was she?”
    “Yep.”
    Adam’s eyes crinkled. “Oh princess. I think you’re going to hurt in the morning.”
    “I hurt right now.” She threaded her fingers into his dark hair and scratched at his scalp. Tried to push him down her body but he evaded her easily, laughing at her, low and mean. “Adam. Go down on me.”
    “Where’s your manners?” he asked, rubbing his mouth over her collarbone.
    “Please.”
    “Good girl.” Adam tossed off the sheet and dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. He already sported a nice-sized erection. Tasty. She tried to grab hold of him but he caught her hand and knelt between her legs. “Later. You wanted me to lick you, remember?”
    “Right. Get to it,” she ordered. Adam’s hand landed on the fleshy side of her thigh and she yelped at the sting. “Hey!”
    “That’s for calling me an asshole.” He fed her legs over his shoulders and nudged the lips of her sex with his nose. His breath felt ticklish, warm, delightful.
    “You behaved like one. Not telling me what was going on. Oh yeah, like that.” She moaned as he dragged his tongue up through the seam of her pussy. Sparkly stardust and all sorts of good things flowed up her spine, lighting her up from inside. “More.”
    Big hands slid beneath her butt and cupped a cheek each. His thumbs opened her pussy to his mouth. There were soft flicks of his tongue dancing across her labia, followed by harder strokes this way and that. No rhyme or reason. He played her to perfection, her husband. Her hands twisted in the sheets. “Mmm, Adam. You’re so good with your mouth.”
    With a wet sound he drew back and gave her a critical look. “Not good enough if you’re still talking. My wife. My lovely, lovely wife.” His hands spread her ass cheeks sufficiently to raise awareness, and his thumb rubbed over her tight, puckered back entrance. He watched her all the while, mouth glossy with her juices. “What was it you called me?”
    “I said you had pretty eyes.”
    “Hmm. Before that.” The pad of his finger teased her rim, round and round, back and forth. It made for a surprisingly pleasurable threat. All those nerve endings fired to life. He watched her carefully as her back arched and she sucked in a hard breath, shoulders tensing. “I can’t quite remember what you said.”
    “Adam,” she pleaded. “Please. Make me come.”
    His finger pushed lightly against the tight opening, again and again, but went no farther. “Okay.”
    He lowered his head and gave her pussy a long, enthusiastic French kiss. Her eyes rolled back into her head. So fantastically good, it went on and on. He made her mindless. His tongue licked through her folds, testing and teasing her. The constant pressure of his lips moving against her almost sent her into orbit. He was truly stellar at giving head. The muscles in her belly leaped and her thighs tensed. Every atom in her focused on what Adam was getting up to between her legs.
    And the finger teasing her asshole. Slipping in a small way and drawing back gently. It all felt so wonderfully good. Everything else fell away. When he fastened his mouth to her clit, she came apart with a hoarse cry, body convulsing in his grip. Explosions behind her eyelids. Fireworks. She might never move again.
    Gods, what a day.
    “There we go,” Adam whispered, picking her up in his arms and depositing her back in the middle of the bed. His big, warm body came over her and she opened her eyes to find him staring back at her.