Hush: Family Secrets by Blue Saffire

light smattering of hair on his chest.
    “Uri,” I whisper, but his lips capture mine and my thought along with them. I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck.
    His hand goes to my throat and he squeezes gently, tipping my head back. He releases my lips and starts to nibble and kiss his way across my jaw to my ear. He nips my lobe then sucks on it.
    “We will take this slow, Love. If at any time you are not comfortable you tell me, understand?” he breathes in my ear.
    “Yes,” I answer.
    “Good girl,” he says before releasing his hold on me. He takes a step back and holds out his hand for me.
    I place my hand in his and he leads me to the winding stairs up to the master suite on the second floor. I admire the cherry wood floors and wrought iron banisters once again. This place truly is gorgeous. I feel like I am in the middle of a dream.
    When Uri leads us into the bedroom I look around to see he has opened the double doors to the balcony letting in a nice breeze and the moon light. The lights are low and the covers have been turned back on the bed. He gently tugs me to a stop in front of him, my back to his front.
    He kisses just below the nape of my neck with one gentle open mouth kiss. He then kisses his way down my back until he reaches the zipper on my gown. I peek over my shoulder to see him pull the zipper between his teeth. He slowly pulls the zipper down with his mouth.
    I pull my own lip between my teeth to keep from moaning a loud. He looks so freaking hot. His eyes focus on me as he peels my dress down and pushes it over my hips. The dress pools into a large puddle of fabric around my ankles.
    Uri stands to his full height once again and turns me in his arms. I am in just a lacy pair of boy shorts, a garter, silk thigh highs and my heels. I was able to find the exact same pair he had purchased for me the first time we met. I thought it would be a nice touch even if this was all just a ploy to get me out of an unwanted engagement.
    “Next time you will keep the shoes on,” he murmurs as he looks me over.
    He then lifts me up and out of my shoes in one swift move. I lock my legs around his waist as he moves us toward the bed. He lightly tosses me onto the bed before he begins to remove his own shirt and pants. He is not in a hurry as he pulls his shirt off his shoulders.
    When he removes his pants he is once again not wearing any underwear. I lift a brow at him but I get a cocky grin as he strokes himself. My husband is beyond sexy. This is the first real look I am getting of him fully naked.
    In the dictionary perfection has his picture next to it. His taunt tanned skin stretches over some of the hottest muscles I have ever seen. Uri’s body spells out trained discipline and oh God. How does such a beautiful man get to have such a beautiful cock too? I should be afraid but I am too wet and achy to think of fear.
    I want him, all of him. He steps toward the bed still stroking himself and I nearly cream myself watching the roll and erotic play of his muscles as he moves. When I finally pull my eyes away from his body and easy stroking, I look into his eyes and groan.
    If the heat coming off his gaze could ignite I would be on fire. I squeeze my legs together trying to relieve the ache. Uri climbs on the bed and reaches for my ankles, pulling me to the center of the bed. He releases my garter then reaches for my panties and slides them down my legs and off. He tosses them over his shoulder and runs his hands over my thighs.
    “I want to taste you again. You were so sweet,” Uri rasps as he pulls my legs apart and settles between them staring at my wet and glistening sex.
    “Yes, please,” I plead. I can’t take my eyes off him. His hair has fallen out of his carefully comb style and is spilling into his face as he looks longingly at my folds. He looks as if he is saying a prayer to my most private parts before he begins to worship them.
    And worship he does. His head dips to my sex and