My fingers find his cock, already hard, already throbbing in my hand, pulsing against my palm like it’s been waiting.
My mind is screaming,don’t do this Gabby, he cheated on you, you’re supposed to be moving on—
Shut the fuck up.
I need him right now.
My hands peel his shirt off him desperately, and the next thing I know my back is across the middle of the console. It’s uncomfortable but I don’t care.
“Lincoln,” I whisper, hearing the desperation in my own voice.
He kisses my neck and then I feel myself being lifted out of the seat. We’re clumsy, fumbling, like our bodies refuse to separate. He tries to open the back door, his hand misses the handle, so I reach back, grab it, and open it for him.
He lowers me inside, and I throw myself back onto the seat, twisting so my legs can open and wrap around him.
There’s no time for protection.
What am I protecting?
I know Ishouldbe protecting something. I don’t even know what. Everything is foggy, and hot, and overwhelming.
He looks overly excited, and I hiss at the sharp mix of pain and pleasure as my husband’s cock finds its way back into the place it once belonged.
Deep.
Hard.
Right against my cervix.
My walls stretch around him with every thrust.
He goes fast,sofast, like he’s been dying in a desert and I’m the first drink of ice-cold water he’s tasted in years.
God dammit, this man feels so good.
His shirt is off, and he’s wearing that little silver chain. I never really processed it before, he only ever has it on when he’s coming in from work. He’s not a chain person… so Sarah probably gave it to him.
None of that matters now.
But something keeps hitting the bottom of my chin. I’m wondering what the hell it is, but before I can focus, he grabs my chin and tilts my head up to kiss me as he fucks me hard.
I’m so wet for him. My whimpers sound like cries.
Because they are.
This is what my body wanted more than anything.
To feel him again.
To feelusagain.
His cock gets harder, so hard his thrusts start to hurt in that way that makes my toes curl.
He’s trying to be quiet, but he can’t. He groans first, then grunts loudly as his cock punches out his climax against my insides.
“UGH!!!!” his breath expels with the force of his pleasure, becoming louder and synced with every pressurized stream he ejects into me.
“Is this happening?” he murmurs, still thrusting, albeit slower now.
