My dick was fully blinged out in the hope that my wife wouldn’t recognize it.
“It looks intimidating, I know,” I began.
“Are you kidding? This isamazing,“ Rory breathed out in awe, a finger stroking reverently over the metal studs. “I’ve read about this kind of thing in books but never thought I’d encounter it in real life. Does it really heighten the pleasure, or is that all a gimmick?”
I shuffled on my feet. “Uh, I don’t really know. You’d be the first to test it out.”
Lips parted in disbelief, she stared up at me. “Really? How long’s it been since you had it done?”
My head tilted from side to side. “About a year.”
“A year?” Her eyes bulged. “How is that even possible for a guy as attractive as you, with a personality to match?”
Sheepishly, I ducked my head. “I don’t sleep around, Ro. Intimacy is something I reserve for after I’ve developed feelings for a woman.”
Rory pressed a palm to her bare chest. “Are you saying you have feelings forme?“ That final word came out on a high-pitched squeak.
I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Will it send you running for the hills if I say yes?”
Slowly, as if she were stunned, she shook her head. “No. I like you, John. A lot, actually.”
Tipping her chin up, I confessed, “I more than like you, Ro.”
She averted her eyes, and her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.
Not letting go of my hold on her face, I leaned in so that our foreheads rested together. “We can talk tomorrow. Tonight, I want to worship your body.”
Her stuttered exhale fanned my face. “I want that too.”
Pressing gently on her shoulder, I urged Rory to lie back. Once she was spread across the mattress, her legs open in invitation, I scrubbed a hand over my jaw, anticipation buzzing beneath my skin. It had been far longer than I’d allowed her to believe since I last enjoyed the pleasure of sinking into the warmth of a woman—which she had no clue was her—and I was more than ready for that drought to end. Here. Tonight.
After rolling on the condom, I climbed onto the mattress, my hips settling into the cradle of her open thighs. As soon as the head of my cock grazed the slickness between them, I sucked in a hissing breath. Fuck, I was sensitive, even with the latex barrier separating us. It would be a goddamn miracle if I lasted more than a few pumps once I was buried inside her.
“John.” Rory clutched at my shoulders. “Don’t make me wait.”
Lining myself up at her entrance, I pushed in that first inch, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure streaked through my bloodstream like lightning.
“Christ, you’re tight,” I gritted out, rolling my hips to drive deeper.
“Been a while for me too,” she panted.
A surge of primal possession flowed through me. If she’d been keeping men at arm’s length all these years until “John” came along, that meant I was the only man who had ever been inside her, since she’d been a virgin when we married—one of the many requirements my father had for any woman under consideration to become my bride.
The urge to claim her roughly, to remind her who she belonged to, was strong, but that would ruin the deception I’d spent years carefully crafting. With the finish line in sight, I needed to keep my composure, playing the part of the lovesick fool instead of setting the caveman beating his chest inside me free.
As I bottomed out, my chest heaved with the effort required to maintain control. Rory’s blistering heat molded around my cock alone would have been enough to have me blowing my load in thirty seconds flat—if I was lucky to last even that long—but I’d completely underestimated how my multitude of piercings would heighten the sensations that came with our joining. The promise of unimaginable ecstasy taunted from the shadows, and I tensed every muscle from head to toe in an effort to ignore its siren’s call.
Though I wasn’t anywhere near ready to move, Rory’s hips lifted, seeking friction, and I fucking whimpered, burying my face in her neck.
“You feel too fucking good, and it’s been so long . . . I don’t think . . .”
“How about we make a deal?” Her fingers carved a path through my hair. “If you come so fast that I don’t get off, you have to stay the night so you can make it up to me.”
Well, shit. That was actually perfect. I wouldn’t have to worry about holding back the first time, and even more sperm could sneak past the perforations I’d made in the condoms tonight,increasing the chances of her getting pregnant sooner. All around, it was a win-win for me.
Pulling out until only the tip remained inside her, I surged forward again, a single word punctuating my thrust. “Deal.”
Cautious that Rory believed me to be a sweet and sensitive guy who read romance novels instead of the ruthless mafia don who killed men who looked at him the wrong way, I modified how I fucked accordingly. Which wasn’t easy when all I wanted to do was wrap my hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply as I pummeled her pussy, maybe even slapping it a few times for good measure. And even that wouldn’t be rough enough to punish her for all the trouble she’d caused these past seven years.
