Opening the bedroom door, he halted at the sight of his wife standing before him in nothing but a pair of thin lacy panties.
“Drake!” She folded her arms over her bare chest, covering herself. “You should really knock.”
“It’s too late for shyness, Love. I’ve seen everything.” He burst out in a laugh, tugging his shirt over his head, then set his watch on the nightstand.
A pillow against the back of his head knocked him forward. He rounded on her, picking up a throw pillow and tossing it at her. She ducked easily and ran to the other side of the bed. They stood facing each other, her chest heaving as her eyes shone. Love picked up another pillow, raised it above her head and swung it at him. He grabbed it and pulled, but she didn’t give up easily.
“Let go!” she ordered.
“Don’t hit me,” he warned.
She eyed him, her grip tight on the pillow. “Let go.”
“You let go.”
It was a battle of wills, and she had the upper hand. Only because she was basically naked. Her smooth brown skin was waiting to be touched, caressed…kissed.
“Come here,” she demanded, with hooded eyes.
He released his hold on the pillow and circled the bed. Hooking a finger into the waistband of her panties, he tugged her forward. Sweeping his hand over her chest, then her shoulders, he watched her eyes darken with desire for him. The control he had over her in the bedroom was like a drug. There would never be a better high. The more she gave him, the more he wanted.
Before he could kiss her, though, she smacked him in the head with that damn pillow and bolted toward the master bathroom. He jumped on top of the bed and caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulled her against him.
Laughing, Love told him to put her down. She snorted, gasping for air as he spun her around and dropped her on the bed.
Love rolled over on her back, fanning herself. She pointed at him. “The look on your face…” She dissolved into a fit of laughter again.
He climbed over her, between her legs. Grabbing both her thighs, he yanked her forward until he was pressed against her heat.
He trailed kisses down her neck until he reached her breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking until she cried out his name.
She tugged at his hair, urging him up and kissing him with an urgency. He pulled back first, smirking when she cursed in frustration.
A pretty pout formed on her lips. “You’re playing with my emotions.”
“Are you ready?”
Love nodded, and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Drake mimicked her action, running his tongue over her full mouth before he kissed her. He groaned into her mouth when she rubbed him through his pants.
“You have on too many clothes,” she mumbled.
She helped him unbutton his pants, and he kicked them and his underwear off at the same time. Settling between her legs, he placed a soft kiss on her lips and pushed inside her. He held still, relishing the feel of her. It was too intense, almost too much.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
She grinned. “You are, too.”
Drake kissed her forehead, her cheeks, then her chin and finally her mouth. “I love you.”
The words left his mouth before he could stop them. His pulse raced as he wondered if he should backtrack. Had he ruined the moment?
She arched her hips against him, taking him in farther. He stifled a groan, tried to hold it together.
“I love you, too.”
A whimper escaped as he moved, slowly at first, taking his time to work her into a frenzy. She squirmed beneath him, writhing as the thrusts grew more intense. He was ready to let go, but he needed her with him.
Gripping her hips, he flipped over on his back. She sat astride him, her hands planted on his chest and her hips grinding down on him. He sat up, smoothed a hand up her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they rocked together, giving themselves over to each other.
“Let go,” he said, guiding her movements.
Slick with sweat, they picked up the pace. Her fingernails scraped his back, and he bit down on her shoulder. She groaned, long and hard, as her orgasm ripped through her. He felt his release build, then he exploded with her name on his lips.
Later, they sat facing each other, her legs flung over his. Moaning, she said, “This is so good.”
“Want more?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
He fed her another spoonful of banana pudding. After they’d made love a third time, she’d told him she wanted something sweet to eat. He’d sneaked down to the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise and wake up Gloria, and pulled out everything he could find. In the bed with them was a bowl of banana pudding, a slice of lemon pound cake, a brownie and Jell-O. He broke off a piece of cake and popped it into his mouth.