The drive back to their condo was clouded with such strong sexual tension Jack didn’t know if he could stand it.

Part of him wanted to pull over on the side of the road and take her again like that—wild and unrestrained where every car that passed by could see. But he held it together.

Thank God the next morning’s hike was short and that both Rosalie and Jeremy behaved.

He was so goddamned distracted by Addy that he didn’t know how he’d managed to function.

He glanced over at her as they took the exit toward their condo. Jack couldn’t read her expression behind her sunglasses as she gazed into the distance. He traced the outline of her body with his eyes.

There was the slightest gap in the buttons of her flannel shirt, and he thought he could see a snippet of the flesh beneath. Her shorts were hiked up to the swell of her thighs.

He wanted to reach over and squeeze her leg, but there was no telling how she would react.

Last night had been incredible, how she’d taken charge like that. At the same time, he knew the power was his. She might have been giving the orders, but he was the one who’d made her respond like that. Who’d made her come, made her call out his name and demand more.

He hardened just at the memory of it.

In the morning, Addy had sheepishly asked Philip about showers.

“Showers?” Philip had nearly laughed. “This isn’t glamping! It’s just an overnight trip, but if you’re really hurting for one you can always take a dip in the stream. It’s probably near freezing though, mountain runoff.”

Addy had seriously looked at that freezing cold water for a minute. Jack had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist—he knew she couldn’t push him away since everybody else was up, about, and may be watching.

“No showers,” he’d whispered in her ear. “I want you to smell like me all day.”

She’d stiffened in his arms, but resisted the urge to force his arms away.

As soon as he parked the car, she jumped out of the Jeep and headed straight for the door. Jack paused, one arm already stretched out to unpack the car, but he changed his mind. He was right behind her and flung the door open almost as soon as it shut.

Addy jumped at the sound and turned to face him.

“What do you want?” she asked and crossed her arms across her chest.

“You know what I want.”

“No,” she said, and shook her head. “Jack—”

He closed the distance between them with ease and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. With a tug, the pearl snap buttons of her shirt flew open to reveal her bare breasts. Addy gasped into his mouth, but didn’t resist.

“No bra, huh?” he said as he traced his tongue from her mouth to her jaw. “Looks like this is just what you wanted.”

“No, I—”

“Shh,” he said.

With ease, he hoisted her up until her breasts were at his face. Addy’s hands rested on his shoulders as he took one of those perfect nipples between his lips and sucked. He felt the toe of her hiking boot brush lightly against his thigh.

“This is what I like about you,” he said as he kissed his way to her other breast. The open material of her flannel flicked against his face. “You’re funsized.”

As he lowered her, he kissed his way up her neck to her lips. When he’d returned her feet to the floor, her head remained upturned, hungry for more.

“Take off your shorts.”

She began to slide the shirt off her shoulders first.

“No, just the shorts. Keep the shirt and boots on. And take off your panties—if you’re wearing any.”

She looked at him slightly curiously, but followed his directions. Jack wasn’t surprised to see that she wore nothing under the shorts. He sat down on the couch and pulled her close.

The lips of her labia were already puffy. Jack pulled her toward him and kissed her stomach as his fingers explored between her thighs. She was sticky, sweet, and ready just like always.

“Look at this,” he said, and he showed her how wet his fingers were.

Slowly, he separated his thumb and middle finger. Her viscous wetness clung between his fingers, creating a thread.

Addy blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears.

Where was the confident girl from last night?

“Here,” he said, and lay down on the couch. Jack put his head on the armrest. “Sit,” he said, and gestured to his face. “Right here.”

“Jack, I—”

“Sit.”

Just like in his dream, she straddled his mouth and faced away from him. She was so petite there was no more than an inch of space between her wetness and his mouth.

Still, she held back. Addy didn’t lower herself, so Jack closed their distance by darting his tongue into her center. That was all it took.

Addy shuddered and let out a moan as she lowered onto his face. She readjusted herself, leaned forward slightly and directed her clit onto his tongue.

Jack gripped her ass as Addy leaned her hands on her thighs and began to ride his face. She was in complete control, and her ass wiggled wildly in his hands. He watched her tits bounce overhead, nipples hard, while Addy occasionally pinched and pulled at them.

She was fucking gorgeous, eyes closed as she rode his face, with her only thought on the sheer pleasure he gave her.

When she shifted and offered up her opening, he dove his tongue as deeply inside her as he could and delighted in the taste of her. As he fucked her with his tongue, she groaned and bounced against his mouth.

He could still taste last night on her, their combined sweat and traces of his own come. Jack gripped her ass tighter. His tongue made its way to the rim of her ass.

She cried out his name as he circled the tight bud of her opening.

Addy leaned forward and presented her clit to him once again.

“I’m almost there,” she said. “Jack, I’m –”

“Come on my face,” he said. He barely got the words out before a gush rushed onto his tongue.

“Jack!” she cried out. “Jack…”

“You taste so good,” he said, his hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her close.

He could have lapped her up all day, the taste was almost addictive.

She moaned and settled onto his face, the grinding slow. “What about you…” she said sleepily.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” he said.

Addy stood up.

“No,” she said. “Let me take care of you. What do you want?” she asked.

Addy bent down and ran her hand along the hardness below his pants.

“Get on top,” he said, and rushed to unbuckle his belt.

Anything, he would have given anything to make his dream come true, and now it was.

Addy smiled when his cock sprung out of his pants. The flannel shirt had slipped nearly off and bunched at her elbows.

“Ride me,” he said.

The ache was almost unbearable. Addy straddled him, took his cock and ran her thumb along the tip, slick with precum. She furrowed her brow as she guided him in, still sensitive.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said. She smiled at him, and he grabbed her waist and pushed her down. She cried out when he filled her up.

“Stay,” he said. “Just stay like this a minute.”

Jack was completely inside her and every instinct within him told him to move. To bounce her, to fuck her, to fill her with his come. But this, this closeness, it overrode everything else.

He watched her sensitivity vanish. Addy put her hands on his chest and began to writhe. Her boots dug into the sides of his legs. Addy technically did as he said.

She didn’t ride the length of his cock, but he could tell by her squirms that she was hitting her G-spot with his hardness as best she could.

“You want to fuck me?” he asked.

She looked him in the eye and nodded.

“Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes,” she said, almost breathless.

She continued to press against him, harder and more demanding. Jack was ready to explode. He knew he wouldn’t last long this time. He needed her too badly.

“Addy… how bad do you want it?”

“More than anything,” she said, echoing his words with a smile.

“Ask nicely,” he said as he ran his fingers up her thighs and made her shiver.

“Please let me fuck you,” she said.

Her fingernails dug into his chest and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Are you going to fuck me right, like a good wife?” he asked.

She paused, but only for a second. “Yes.”

“Say it, then.”

“I’m going to fuck you like a good wife,” she said. Her wetness leaked down his hips. “Come on…”

“Say it one more time,” he said. With all his strength, he pressed her down hard onto him.

“You’re my husband,” she moaned. “And I’ll fuck you right, like a good wife.”

“Go on then.”

He released her hips and Addy went wild. Her yelps punctuated her thrusts as she rode him and rubbed her clit against his taut stomach.

Just as he felt himself release inside her, she let out that now-familiar cry of her own orgasm.

“So good,” she whispered, over and over. “Jack, it feels so good.”

She stayed on top of him until every last wave of her orgasm faded. He felt his own come start to slip out of her and bind them together.

This time, when she released him from her center, she didn’t immediately look for her clothes.

Addy fell, almost asleep already, readily into his arms and nuzzled her cheek against his chest.