He pulls himself off of me. “Fucking hell. Inside my wife’spussy.” Then he flips me on my stomach. “You should know, you have the most perfect, erotic ass.” He slaps my butt cheek, making me shriek in surprise but also… that was hot.
I glance at him over my shoulder.
“You like that, don’t you?” Another slap on the other cheek, just enough to give me a tingle and a clench of my middle.
“Aaaah, my wife likes a light spanking. What an interesting discovery.” Another slap, and the zing of pleasure shoots straightto my nipples. “I shouldn’t be surprised. Your ass should be X-rated,” he says as his hand roughly kneads my butt cheeks. I’m pulsating, hoping for more, arching my back. “No one should see it molded in jeans,” he continues, “or that fucking little summer dress you wore at the store and you had the gall to get on your knees and lift your butt and ahhhhh.” He pulls my hair in his fist. “Just so you know, I’m going to ride your sweet little cunt while looking at your perfect butthole.”
He runs a finger alongside my clit and I moan. “Fucking hell, Willow. You. Are. Soaked.” He enters me with two fingers, and I clench around him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Fucking pulsating for me and I did nothing at all. You waiting for me, wifey? You want your husband to fuck you properly, don’t you?”
I want to tell him to just shut up and fuck me already, but the only sound that comes out of my mouth is a needy whine.
“What was that?” he growls.
“Fuck me, please.”
“Atta girl.” Another slap, and his cock drives into me, making me buck and clench the fabric of the couch. “You said a lot of things about how my marriage should go.” His fingers dig deep into my hips, possessive. “But you never said how I was supposed to feel when I fuckedmy wife,” he drops as he pulls out to better plunge into me again.
I arch my back under the pleasure of his cock filling me, jutting my hips to him so he hits the hilt. I let out a moan when I feel his balls.
“Willow,” he grunts.
“Harder,” I answer.
He gives me a few agonizingly slow movements, and leans over my back, wrapping me closer into him, one hand reaching for my breast, massaging it until two fingers narrow on my nipple and he worries them. I almost come.
“Oh, Noah, keep going, keep going.”
He lets go of my breast, nibbles on my shoulder, stroking in and out of me, and his left hand runs down my arm until our wedding bands are aligned. He takes a ragged breath, then kisses the crux of my neck.
Pulling out, he carries me to the bed. “I want to see your gorgeous face when you come,” he explains. “But we need to talk a little.”
Talk? I mean sure, if he’s doing the talking.
Noah Callaway married meandis making love to me, when not so long ago I was still a nobody to him. There is no way in hell I am able totalk. But of course he doesn’t know the magnitude of the earthquake that’s been going on in my heart from the moment Cassandra outed me, up to the surreal moment whenhe carried me over the threshold.
Returning to the moment, I try to focus on only enjoying the sight of his pecs flexing over me, his biceps framing me, his six-pack clenching as his cock enters me. I could do this all night. Probably will. I can think on the big picture later.
Setting himself up on his forearms, he pulls back again, then enters me at an agonizingly slow pace. “You never said,” he says.
My inside clenches around him, and I loop one leg higher on him to pull him closer to me.
“Na-na-na-na-na,” he says, resisting my pull. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. His cock pulses inside me, but heck if that shows on his face. I know that expression. He frowns like he wants totalk.
“Babe—”
“Babe?” He looks amused. “I like that.” He looks somewhere above my head then repeats, “Babe.” Then he huffs, “Never been called babe before.”
I drop my hips to the mattress, my pussy drying up. “Really.”
“Really, what?”
“You’re bringing your exes right in the middle of our first time having sex?”
His cock pulses inside me, and god dammit, just the feel of that and I get wet again. That and the way he looks at me, feral, hungry, possessive as fuck.
“Jealous?” he dips his mouth to my breast, sucking on my nipple.
“Noah,” I plead.
