A Sign of the Season by Kelsey Browning

Author:Kelsey Browning [Browning, Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steele Ridge Publishing

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Carlie Beth must be just as convinced they were never going to make it out of town for their weekend getaway if she was initiating memory lane sex on the windowsill. Granted, that was his favorite windowsill ever, but he’d had in mind big-cushy-bed sex, hot-tub sex, and maybe a little in-front-of-the-fireplace sex.

But he wasn’t stupid, and he was still a man. So he went to his wife and kissed her.

Gently at first. Soft and slow and sweet. Seduction was never a bad thing.

But Carlie Beth had something else altogether in mind. She grabbed him by the hair, manacled her legs around his hips, and pulled him in. And kissed the holy fuck out of him.

Apparently, she was as turned on by her new lingerie as he was. And time was a factor here. Speed did not have to dictate quality. But it could impact satisfaction.

Grif let his hands drop to her hips and he tugged on the teal-colored lace he found there. Carlie Beth dropped her legs and lifted one butt cheek and then the other so he could work her panties down her legs. The scrap of fabric caught and dangled around her right ankle. She tried to shake it loose, but he whispered, “Leave it.”

He didn’t bother to open the clasp on her pretty bra. Just pulled down the cups and let her breasts pop free. He took a second to admire his work. The band and Carlie Beth’s heavy breathing plumped up her breasts. Grif grabbed her ass and yanked her forward on the windowsill.

Taking a breast in hand, he looked into his wife’s eyes and smiled. “I like you like this.”

“With foam-cup enhanced boobs?”

“No, I like you panting”—he dropped his other hand between her legs and slipped his finger along the softness there—“and wet.” And when he slid two fingers inside her, Carlie Beth’s eyes drooped closed and she arched her back on a moan.

He worked her and watched her. Every stroke and slide softening her face and body until she was tuned in only to what he was doing to her. When her hips began a restless dance against his hand, he knew she was close. So he replaced his hand with his mouth and gave her clit one strong suck.

“HolyJesus!” she screamed along with some nonsensical syllables that may or may not have included more religious figures and heaven.

Grif grinned against her inner thigh and gave it a tiny nip and soothing kiss for good measure.

When he stood, she slumped against him. “Pretty sure I saw the face of God,” she murmured.

“I don’t even know what to say to that.”

Rather than reply, she wrapped her arms around him and widened her knees. All the invitation he needed to slide inside her heat. And it didn’t matter how many times he’d shared bodies with this woman, it always made his world balanced and right. Always felt like a homecoming.

Grif kissed her neck and began to rock against her. Her breasts brushed against his chest. Yeah, he would give those babies more attention later.

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