I feel his arousal against my belly and rub against him. My hands roaming aimlessly over his shoulders and chest. Someone clears their throat and I know I should be embarrassed but I really, really want to fuck my husband right now. Our driver gives us a grin and I laugh. He opens the door. "I’ll drive around until you say otherwise." Cage nods and we slide into the back of the limo, the privacy screen already in place. Thank God. I straddle Cage’s lap and devour his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time. He undoes my capris and slips his hand down to my wet center, then slides two fingers into me. "Fuck, Fee," he murmurs, "I love that you’re always ready for me." I moan when his fingers pump faster into me and I start matching their rhythm. Cage wraps my ponytail around his hand and tugs gently, my head falling back. He kisses up my cleavage and neck, licking, nipping, sucking. "You’re close," he tells me, when my pussy begins to spasm and the first tiny waves of pleasure begin to form.
