Not my own life.
I exist to ensure Moira is happy because when she is happy and fulfilled, everyone else is happy and fulfilled. She’s a better mother to Jaime and Cannon, a better wife to me, a better sister to Lisa, and a better teacher wherever she chooses to teach.
I scrambled down the attic ladder, completely forgot about house refinancing, and made reservations here at the Grand Hyatt Baha Mar in Nassau. Operation Get My Marriage Back on Track was then in play.
“I still can’t believe we’re here,” Moira whispers as I lead her over to the elevators. “This is so surreal.”
“Your husband still has some tricks,” I say with a grin.
We’re quiet as we ride up to the fifteenth floor, but we are anything but relaxed. Moira knows it. I know it. Things are about to get crazy.
I open the door. Drop my satchel to the floor. Moira’s purse follows, and then we are on each other.
I’m able to drag her shirt over her head while my foot kicks the door shut. Her fingers fumble with my belt as I try to toe off my shoes. We claw, scratch, and pant as we tear at each other’s clothing. We do this all while stumbling toward the bed.
We fall, me on top of her, and it’s so fucking good to feel her soft skin against mine—have her gentle curves filling my palms.
I kiss her, not gentle at all, and then nip at her lower lip. She moans, my dick goes rock hard, and I mutter, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Moira… it’s probably going to hurt.”
It won’t, but I know my wife, and she likes it a bit rough with a ton of dirty talk thrown in. I try to think back to the last time we were truly alone—without the kids in earshot—and my dick goes even harder at the thought that we can be absolutely unrestrained in our actions right now.
God help any people in the rooms next to us.
I kiss Moira again… hard with a bite. I move to her jaw, down her neck, and bite her shoulder. You know, that soft, rounded part just at end of her collarbone. She squirms and I push a hand between her legs, find my wife eagerly wet and ready for my fingers. So I give her two to start with, and after she gets used to that invasion, I push in three.
“Zach,” she groans as I pump practically my entire hand into her heat, occasionally flicking at her clit with my thumb.
“What do you need, baby?” I murmur as I lick her stomach and then bite down at the top of her pubic bone.
Her pelvis rears upward in response, and I’m guessing she needs more attention in that area. I replace my hand with my mouth, licking and sucking my wife’s * until she’s thrashing below me, calling out for me to let her come. I torture her body with pleasure, and when she sounds near hysteria, I finally make her come by lashing against her hard. I ride out the first few tremors of her release by pushing my tongue deep inside of her, and even as she’s still quaking, I push up, take my cock in hand, and shove it inside of her.
“Yes,” she screams, and I almost pass out from the exquisite pleasure of being buried deep inside of Moira.
Has it ever felt this good? Surely it has, but fuck if I can remember when.
With Moira’s legs raised and wrapped tight around my waist, I proceed to pound the ever-loving fuck out of her, my cock ramming hard and deep into her body… over and over again. At some point, my hips move on autopilot as all of my attention is focused on Moira’s face. I watch her beautiful eyes flash and sparkle with intensity as we hold each other’s gazes, all the while fucking her brilliantly.
I feel it… in my body, my cock, my heart.
My wife.
My woman.
My forever.
I’m caught off guard when Moira’s entire back bows up off the bed and her eyes squeeze shut. It takes me only a nanosecond to realize she’s coming again, and that triggers me to blow.
And I blow fucking hard; freeze up deep inside of her, my body stiffening, my balls tightening, and I explode almost viciously inside of her. And call it my primal DNA or my caveman-like need, I hope I impregnate her at this very moment. She’d totally slap me for that thought, but truth be told, I could never deny my modern woman her desire to contribute to our household right alongside me.
I collapse on top of Moira, trying to catch my breath. I’m vaguely aware of her fingertips caressing my temples as I press my face into her neck and whisper, “I love you, Moira.”
“So, are you ready to see what’s on the flash drives?” I ask Moira out of the blue. We’re still lying on top of the bed, fully naked and with limbs loosely entwined.
She lifts her head up and angles it my way. “Right now?”
“Sure… why not?”
“I thought we’d have more sex, you know?”