Though she chuckled, it died off midway through. “Fuck, Dec. That’s it. Grind your?—”
I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit and let her work herself over. “You are so fucking hot, Aela. I love how wet you get for me. Nothing better in this world than waking up with you in my arms like this.”
Her tight pussy clung to my knuckles.
“Go on, baby. Use me. Get yourself off. You earned it. By being so fucking awesome. My god, you amaze me.” Her cunt fluttered in reaction to my words. “Just feel that. So hot and wet. So tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock into you. I’m going to goddamn explode once I sink home.
“But you’re gonna be even tighter because you’re not getting my dick until you come. Hear that, baby? Now, be a good girl for me and just let yourself feel.”
My crooned words had her breath hitching again as I toyed with her pussy, giving it to her exactly how she loved.
And like the good girl she could sometimes be, she obeyed and took her pleasure. Focused on it and released the softest of keening cries as it shattered through her.
“So goddamn hot. Well, how’s that feel, Aela? My wife.Mine.” I continued thrusting, but gently now. When she shuddered in my arms, I rasped, “So wet and warm. God, you really are fucking perfect. I think I know that and then I touch you again and it just reminds me of how little I know and how much there is for me to remember, until it’s cleaved in my memory for-fucking-ever.”
“Dec,” she warbled, her lower body tensing. “I need your cock. Please. Fuck me.”
“Whatever my wife needs, she gets.”
I let my fingers retreat but gave her clit a gentle pat that had her gasping.
Pulling my cock free from my boxer briefs, I slipped it between her thighs. Then, I covered her sex with my hand and tipped her hips back.
“You gonna put me inside you, baby?”
“Goddammit, Dec,” she mewled.
My laughter was gritty in her ear, but it morphed into a growl as her fingers, those clever, wicked fingers stroked over my length. She didn’t mess around or tease. Whatever dirty scene she’d read in her book, I had to thank the author for because holy fuck, she wanted hers this morning.
One second, I was out in the cold.
The next, my dick sheathed itself inside her.
Slowly, I pushed into her because she was still tight as fuck thanks to her recent orgasm, but so goddamn juicy that I slipped in just right.
“Declan,” she whimpered, turning her head into the pillow, but I tutted and slipped my hand higher, cupping her throat to encourage her to tilt her face toward me.
“No hiding,” I chided as I nibbled on her bottom lip, then swiped my tongue over it. “You like my cock in you, baby?”
“God, yes. You feel so good. Thank you.”
“For?”
“Getting a vasectomy,” she rasped, making me snort.
“You like it when I come in you, huh? Maybe I should make you walk around with me inside you all morning,” I rumbled. “Just a little reminder who owns this pussy.”
She shuddered. “You know you do.”
“You sure you haven’t forgotten? Maybe those heroes in those books are looking hot to you,” I teased, because only a weak-minded, lazy asshole could be jealous of a fictional character.
Who was I to complain if words got my wife hot? I was the lucky chump who reaped the rewards.
I tipped my goddamn hat to smut authors everywhere.
“Not as hot as you.”
“You sure? Your fingers didn’t hit the spot like mine?”
