“More,” I groan, arching into his face as he bites the other thigh in the same spot.
“Mine.”
That’s how it feels.
He drags his tongue across my pussy wetly, lapping at my opening before sliding two of his rough fingers inside and twisting them. The sounds he makes are loud and shameless. He’s grunting and groaning with each thrust, with each drag and suck of my clit, and I can’t decide if it’s embarrassing how wet I am for him or insanely hot.
“I need you to take a third,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whisper, the thought of more of his thick fingers makes me tense even as my body craves it.
“You can,” he says firmly, his voice full of command. “I need to stretch you to get you ready for me. You’re not ready yet.”
I nod, anticipation curling like heat deep in my belly. Slowly, he works a third finger inside me, and the stretch is intense, almost too much at first. But then he starts moving, coaxing my body to adjust, his murmured praise washing over me.
“Fuck, Rosie, this pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to fuck it. I can’t wait to fuck my wife.”
The bluntness of his words makes me moan, my head tilting back as my hips move on their own, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. His fingers slide in and out, his tongue working my clit with unrelenting precision, and the coil inside me tightens to the point of almost snapping.
“I’m so close,” I pant, my voice shaking.
“Good,” he says, pulling his fingers out so suddenly I gasp at the loss.
Before I can process what's happening, he flips me over, my stomach hitting the mattress as he lifts my hips high in the air. His fingers plunge back inside me, this time from behind and harder, deeper, making me cry out as he finds a new angle that I've never been fingered in before.
“Boone!” I scream, my voice breaking, but he doesn’t slow down. His face presses between my thighs now, and before I know it, I’m sitting on him—his mouth, his beard, his whole face as he rests his back on the mattress, his long legs dangling over the end of the bed.
“Sit all your weight on me, Rosie,” he orders, his voice muffled but firm. “Get your orgasm. Now.”
I move on instinct, rocking back and forth on his face, his tongue and fingers working in tandem while he growls ferally beneath me. I’ve lost all sense of control now. Tonight, Boone awakenedsomething in me I never knew existed, and I’m not sure I can return to who I was before.
I must look insane, riding him like this, my thighs trembling, face buried in the sheets and pillows above my head, my breaths coming in sharp pants.
Everything in me tightens—the ache in my pelvis, the peaks of my nipples hard in the cool air, the overwhelming sensation of him beneath me and what we're confessing with our bodies. And before I can prepare, before I can hesitate, I break.
“Yes, Boone!” I scream as my orgasm tears through me, every nerve in my body lighting up at once.
“That’s my wife,” he mumbles against me, and those words are my undoing. My pelvis contracts, my pussy squeezes and I release.
I collapse forward onto the bed, shaking, breathless, while he continues to move his fingers inside me, drawing out every last shudder until I’m nothing but a boneless heap.
“That’s my wife,” he whispers again, his voice softer now, soothing.
I barely register the shift of the bed, the sound of a condom wrapper tearing somewhere behind me before the mattress dips again—my brand-new, eight-thousand-dollar special edition bed that Cain installed and we’re very thoroughly breaking in.
Then he gently lifts me until I’m back on my back looking up at him.
He hovers over me, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. He moves it slowly, deliberately, dragging it through my wetness to lubricate and brushing it against my way-too-sensitive clit.
“Only if you want me to,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “And if you don’t, I’ll take this off and just hold you.”
I gently raise up on my elbows to watch him move between my legs. He’s big, but I know this will work. But more than that, I want him. I want all of Boone. I want every experience with him.
“I want you to.”
He presses his tip against my clit again before dragging it across my opening.
“Is it going to fit?” I breathe, the words spilling out without thought as the stretch from his fingers still lingers.
