“Everything.” His eyes lock on mine. “I want to hear how much of a slut my wife is when I’m not around.”
The word slut makes my nipples tighten. I want him to say it again.
“What else?”
His voice softens. “No feelings. This is just physical. And at the end of the night, at the end of every night—“
“I come home to you.”
“Always.” The word is fierce. “You can fuck whomever you want. Let them do whatever you want. But you’re always mine.”
I lift his fingers to my lips. Press a kiss to his knuckles.
“Always.”
His smile is wolfish, and I glance at the bulge in his sweatpants.
“Robert.” I laugh. “Wait—are you seriously hard right now?”
“Are you seriously asking? We just spent twenty minutes talking about you fucking other men while I sit at home thinking about it. And you’re surprised?”
“I guess I—“ I lose the thought as he stands and pulls me out of my chair. His erection presses into my hip. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” He kisses my neck. “Every time I think about another man’s hands on you—“ He bites down. Not too rough, but enough to make me gasp. “I want to fuck you until you forget your own name and then send you out to let someone else try the same thing.”
“That’s a little twisted.”
He slides a hand under my robe and cups my breast. “Is that a problem?”
“No,” I moan as he plays with my nipple. “Not a problem.”
He skims his hand down my body and between my legs. His groan vibrates through me. “You’re drenched. My filthy wife.”
“Robert—“
Two fingers push inside me and I clench around them, craving more.
“Look at me,” he commands.
His face is inches from mine, gray eyes burning. I struggle to focus as he finger fucks me.
“When you’re there”—he drives deep—“I want you to think”—another hard thrust—”about how hard I’m going to fuck you”—he slams into me—”after he’s done with you.”
“Yes.” I can barely get the word out. “Yes.”
The orgasm is building, coiling tight. But right before I explode, he withdraws his fingers.
I whimper, “Wait.”
“Gotta keep your pussy needy until later.”
Ugh. I press my forehead to his shoulder and try to catch my breath.
“You suck,” I manage, but there’s no malice in the words.
He laughs, low and satisfied. “No, but maybe you will tonight.”
I give him a dirty look as he helps me off the counter. I like this new side to my husband, even if it didn’t get me an orgasm. Hopefully “later” will be worth the wait.
