Flash Marriage: The Domineering Wife

A knock sounded on his door. Edward did not need the disruption from what he was doing. He murmured a gruff permission for whoever it was to enter.

"What is it?" he asked. He rubbed his eyes before looking up and froze at the sight that met his eyes.

Amy stood before him in a trench coat. He guessed what could possibly be underneath the coat and the possibility left him hot and anticipating.

"Amy." He swallowed and cleared his throat from the hazy tone. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled a foxy smile and strutted further into the office.

"Hello darling . i got your present so I decided to come give you mine. Personally."

"And where is the present?" His voice was low and raspy.

Amy smiled seductively again. "Guess."

Edward cocked a brow. Amy came round his desk and stood a few inches away from Edward.

He had turned his chair and the evidence of his excitement was straining between his legs.

Amy loosened the belt of the coat a little then she moved her right leg up and used her foot to graze the tent in his pants.

Edward watched her with a hooded gaze, his breathing rushed and shallow.

Amy licked her lips when his eyes focused on the pouty temptation. As she was about to withdraw her leg, he caught it and caressed all the way up to her knees.

"Red..."

"Baby. This is me showing gratitude for the gifts you sent, especially the chocolate. Yum!' She gave him a catlike grin.

"And how do you plan on showing the gratitude?" He went along with her.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yes," he answered huskily.

She bent down and replied him with a kiss. He returned the kiss immediately and very soon the kiss became very heated.

Edward pulled Amy down to him with their lips still locked. She straddled him and her heat settled snugly over his erection.

Their heads moved back and forth in the undulating battle, not for dominance but for passion.

Amy soon displaced his tie and loosened the first few buttons of his shirt. She slid her hands into his shirt and unto his back.

He sucked on her tongue and she scraped her nails against his back in response.

He made quick work of completely loosening her belt and taking the coat off her shoulders.

He paused. She grinned.

"What? Were you expecting something else?" She bit his earlobe.

She was wearing a big loose shirt. He had expected her in a lingerie or negligee or possibly even naked! But he definitely did not expect the loose, big shirt that she had under.

"You know I was." She grinned.

She captured his lips and they resumed their battle. She loosened all the buttons on his shirt and helped him take the shirt off.

She ran her hands over his chest. The last time she had not been able to filly appreciate what a fine specimen of a man he was, they had been to passion-driven to focus on any thong other than satisfying their carnal desires.

Edward stretched his hands across her laps and caressed them even as he sucked her tongue. Amy's moaned at the act, a reward for his thoroughness in pleasuring her.

He moved his hands upwards and soon he encountered her bare backside where he spent time loving the supple cheeks with his hands..

He explores further up to answer the question burning in his mind. When he got his answer, he grinned.

"That's why you wore the coat.. You sly vixen."

She had gone commando beneath the big shirt, absolutely bare.

"I'm not complete bad girl. Not yet anyway. " She nipped at his bottom lips.

"Good. Don't change. I love you just the way you are." he said in earnest.

She froze a little. Did he realise what he had just said? Was he finally confessing his true feelings towards her? Had they finally reached the stage of confessing the depths of their love for each other.

She didn't have have time to think about because he took hold of her ass and stood up from his chair. He placed on the table and discarded of her shirt leaving her bare to his eyes.

He tweaked her nipples with his thumb and played with them a little. Her chest rose and fell with the heaviness of her breaths, causing her mounds to move as well.

Soon enough, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and he sucked on her nipples like a baby who was just beginning to straightening and was ravenous from the womb.

Amy twisted her fingers into his hair and threw her head back even as the pleasure assaulted her.

This was not what she had planned. She had intended to relinquish control gradual not the first moment he touched her.

She had become putty in his hands. Edward let his fingers stray south and soon they found the target.

"Look how wet you are."

He sucked on her neck as he plunged two fingers into her warmth and softness. He curled finger and increased his pace.

"Oh, Edward. Yes!"

He groaned.

"Yes! Yes!"

A few seconds later and Red was riding the waves of the epic orgasm she had just received.

Her limbs had turned to jelly. Amy moved her shaky hands to his belt buckle and undid it. He pulled on the zipper and she guided his pants down his legs. Edward could tell that she had become impatient.

Without wasting tome, he sunk himself into her heat and remained immobile for some time, relishing the feel of her around him, her heat enveloping his hard length.

Slowly he began to thrust and each drive into increased in momentum and soon their speed caused the sound of flesh slapping flesh to be prominent. The sounds mixed with her pleasured cries and Edward's deep groans.

He could feel his orgasm close so he picked up so that he and Amy would arrive together. With a last thrust, they both fell.over the edge and Amy released a long and high moan along with his name. When they had both come back into focus, Edward lifted her and settled them on the couch in his office. Amy was droesy with exhaustion and so she slid into an easy sleep.

Edward om thw other hand still felt energy thrumming through his veins but he would allow her rest a while and she woke up, he planned to take full advantage of the 'present ' she had for him.

He watched the rise and fall of her chest and felt his heart swell with love for the beautiful creature that lay in his arms . He observed the little details on her face; her lashes, the suppleness of her lips, her rosy cheeks.

Edward felt content just watching her sleep in his arms and would do anything to keep it that way. He did not want to live without her , he had realised.

"I love you," he whispered.

Her eyelids twitched. He froze.

Why did he just say that? Was she awake? Had she heard him? If she had, what would do? But she didn't open her eyes so he relaxed.