The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

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.