Exposed (Let Me Love You #3)

Chapter 31

31

WARM IT UP

MATT

P epper is feisty, but I love that when she’s horny, she complies quickly.

“Eager for my dick, princess?” I ask. She reclines on the blanket and quickly rids herself of every scrap of clothing.

“Maybe I’m just excited about coming,” she smirks.

There’s my brat. I grin and run my thumb over my bottom lip as my cock swells with arousal at the sight of her.

“First, let me look at you. Arms above your head,” I command.

She slowly raises her arms above her head, her breasts rising so that her pert nipples point to the night sky. Then, she looks at me expectantly.

“Some Doms want you to kneel before them. I’ll never ask for that. There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you laid out for me, your arms raised in surrender, and your beautiful eyes on mine,” I murmur.

She swallows and studies my face. “Good, because I don’t want to kneel for you,” she whispers, like she’s trying to be a brat but she’s too turned on for a full on attitude.

My eyes travel up to her hands relaxed above her head on her new blanket, and I trail my fingers up her arms. “Glad we’re on the same page, princess. Have I told you how much I love your wrists and hands? They’re so fucking sexy.”

“Yeah?” She lifts her eyes up to look at her hands, and I reach up and cuff her wrists with my fingers.

“Yup. They’re delicate but strong, just like you. Open your legs for me.”

Her knees fall open, and I can see her pink cunt open for me.

“Every inch of you is gorgeous. Your first orgasm happens with my mouth on you. I’m hungry for you, wife.”

“Yes, please.”

My hands and mouth explore their way down her stomach, up her thighs and around her pussy lips before I latch my mouth onto her clit. I hold my arms over her thighs and continue playing with her breasts. Then, I flatten and press my hand just above her pubic bone, and she moans. In almost no time, she’s writhing with pleasure and I’m lapping up her climax.

“That’s my good wife.” I wipe my mouth that’s coated with her arousal and lick my fingers to get every taste of her.

“That’s so freakin’ hot,” she gasps, watching me .

“You taste insane, chaton ,” I grin. “Now, put that vibrator on your clit.”

She does as she’s told with an excited grin.

“Whoa.” She jerks when the vibrator touches her.

“What do you think?” I ask,

“It’s…ahh, intense. I like it,” she grins.

“Glad you’re into it.” I lay down next to her and play with her nipples. I suck one in my mouth, then pinch the other one. Her body arches into my touch, and I suck on her chest hard enough to leave a mark.

Her mouth falls open as she gets worked up, and I kiss her mouth.

I planned on waiting, but I want to play with her. “Remember your safe word. I can’t wait any longer to pour wax on your sexy skin. Keep that vibrator on you.”

“Mmhmm,” she hums happily.

I snuff out the candle, then bring it over to her. Testing the melted pool of wax with one finger, I decide the temperature may need to cool a bit, so I insert a clean finger into her cunt and find her G-spot.

She whimpers with pleasure as I massage that little spot inside of her and the vibrator sucks her clit. I press my hand above her pubic bone to make the pressure more intense inside of her.

“You’re mine, chaton . We can stay out here all night, and you’ll come over and over again. I’m going to count to thirty, and you come. Then, this wax goes on you.”

“What?” She pants.

“I’m going to count to thirty. You come when I say so. Not before. Unless you want to use your safe words.”

“No, but what if I can’t wait until then?” She asks .

She’s new to me being dominant with her, so I go easy. “I won’t punish you if you do, but be my good girl and try,” I grin, and she blushes.

Her tells are happening as I count. She’s breathing deep through her nose, her stomach caving with each breath. Her chest is beginning to flush the prettiest pink, and her fingers are getting twitchy.

Pressing one hand around the column of her throat, I insert a second finger into her pussy and feel her start to clamp around me.

“…Twenty-six.”

Her legs quiver with the need for release.

“Wait for thirty, princess. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Come for me. Drench my fingers with your cum, wife.”

She’s like a bomb detonating. Her orgasm explodes, her cunt squeezing my fingers like a vice. I’m so turned on watching her come, my dick turns to steel as her body is overcome with pleasure.

Watching Pepper fall apart is one of my top two favorite things in the world. The other is watching my son. Since he’s being taken care of by my closest friends, my sole focus is Pepper.

The way she arches her neck and opens her mouth when she comes is fucking erotic.

“I could watch you come all night long.” I kiss her breasts while she rides her high.

When her body relaxes and her unfocused gaze finds mine, I test the wax again. Perfect .

I tip the candle, let it drip on her arm and raise an eyebrow in question.

“Mmm,” she hums with satisfaction.

“How’s it feel?”

“Like hot water.” Her skin breaks into goosebumps where I drip the warm wax on her wrists, likely from the cold ocean breeze blowing across her naked body.

The female orgasm fascinates me. It seems much more intense than a guy’s. I want to make Pepper come as much as possible, so I can watch her experience the blissfully deep baptism into pleasure.

Moving to her torso, I let the wax dribble onto her stomach, and she wriggles.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. I like it, but it feels funny,” she giggles.

“I’m writing. Be still,” I chuckle.

Starting at her lower stomach, I move toward her breasts with the letters so she can read it when she looks down.

“What are you writing?” She asks, putting her head up.

“You’ll see,” I grin.

“Thank you, Matt,” she coos, relaxed from her orgasm.

“For what?” I pause.

“Bringing me here. Exploring your kinks with me.”

“I love exploring with you, chaton . Anytime, anyplace, I’m down.”

When I’m done, her torso has one large word written up it in vibrant red wax.

“Okay. Look,” I watch her face to see her reaction.

“ Wanted . Seriously?” Her nose scrunches up in distaste. “I know I’m a wanted fugitive.” She puts her head back down with a huff and covers her eyes with her hands.

Crap. I didn’t think of her mind going there.

“Hey,” I soothe, pulling her hands away from her eyes. I want her to look me in the eyes when I say this. “I wrote ‘wanted’ because I want you. It’s got nothing to do with the fucked-up situation some asshole put you in.”

“Oh,” she bites her lip.

Where her thoughts went is a testament to how much she thinks about it. I want her so lost in me that there’s no room for any other thoughts in her pretty little mind.

“New plan.” I crawl on top of her, scooping up wax from the candle as I go.

I smear it over the letters I wrote on her. Then with one finger, I write the word “lovable” in the melted wax on her torso.

“There. Lovable . Tonight, I plan on showing you how lovable every inch of you is.”

I press my body into hers and warm, slick wax melts between us. I hope her worries also melt away.

Bracing myself above her, I look into her big brown eyes.

“Listen. I’ll keep you safe. Tonight, it’s you and me. No one else. Simon won’t cry and interrupt us. Nothing can stop us from being as loud and as horny as we want to be out here. This is our little escape. Tonight, no one is after you. No one needs you but me. Nothing can take my focus off of you, wife.”

“You need me?” She asks quietly, her eyes bouncing back and forth as she searches mine.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I think it’s more vulnerable than saying “I love you.” I need Pepper, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

“I need you, wife. No one connects with me like you.” I cup her jaw, loving the feeling of her naked body under me.

The moonlight reflects the tears shining in her eyes, and I can feel her chest and stomach taking turns rising and caving in as she fights off tears.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I’m emotional,” she dismisses.

“Don’t apologize. Cry for me, princess. I’m here for you.”

Maybe she’s never had anyone tell her they need her, and that’s a damn shame. She’s like a brave warrior princess, fighting to make her way through every obstacle she faces. And I feel like a king, because she lets me see her tears. She’s willing to let her walls down with me.

I abandon the idea of fucking her on this boat. She needs to be cared for in a different way, and I prepare myself to do that. Not gonna lie, my dick is completely disappointed.

Wrapping a hand around the back of her head, I pull her forehead to my chest while she cries.

“No. No. I want to have sex with you.” She pulls back and looks at me.

“We don’t have to.”

“I want to. I need to have you inside of me,” she whispers.

Well, hot damn.

“After you finish crying?” I clarify.

“Before. Your cock will make me feel better.” She gives me a sweet grin while a stray tear snakes down her cheek. “Do me now, husband.”

Fuck, yes. This woman is a freaking dream come to life.

“Your wish is my command, chaton .” I kiss the tear off her cheek. “On one condition: scream for me when you come. We don’t have to worry about waking anyone up.”

“Deal,” she nods.

I’m about to slide my dick inside her when I remember her unorthodox birth control. “Hold up. I’ve got to put the sperm killer in first.”

She giggles. “Spermicide.”

“Same thing,” I smirk, shaking the can before loading up the plastic applicator with white foam.

“You want to do the honors or should I?” I ask, holding it out to her.

Damn, I’d like to fuck her without birth control. Not sure this is the time or place for that conversation though, so I go along with her wishes.

“You do it,” she chooses.

I spit on the plastic applicator to lube it up, then slip it inside her. After I push the foam into her, I pull the empty applicator out.

“Where were we?” I ask, getting on top of her again.

“I want you in me, on me...I want you everywhere. Lay all the way on me,” she whispers.

“I’ll crush you,” I protest.

“No. I want your weight on me. Let me feel you,” she begs.

I don’t put all of my weight on her, but I let her feel more of my body as I sink my cock into her tight little pussy.

The second I do, she arches her back and neck, and, fuck, she takes my breath away. If I didn’t have self-control, I’d blow my load right now with how her hot body feels under me .

I look down, watching my hard length disappear into her sweet cunt.

Epic. Mind-blowing. There’s no other way to describe how it feels to have her tight hole strangling my cock.

“You’re fucking perfect and all mine,” I whisper, hitting deep into her.

Waves rock the boat gently back and forth, and I match it, making my cock thrust into her with the rhythm of the boat’s movement.

A few tears spill down her cheeks, and I kiss them away. Sex has never been this emotional for me before.

“I need you,” I tell her again as my dick goes in as far as it can.

Every time I pump into her, I grind my pelvis on her clit.

“I’m gonna come again,” she gasps.

“That’s it, beautiful wife. Come for me,” I encourage, slamming into her.

The sound of her screaming out her release is mesmerizing.

“There you go, be loud for me,” I grin, watching her enjoy herself.

She cries out my name as I pound into her through her climax.

Doing this with her again and again until the end of time sounds perfect. I want to leave a mark inside of her. I want her to feel me forever, so when she goes back to her old life, it’s impossible to forget me.