A tremor runs through me, and I lean back into his broad chest, surrendering as one hand cups my pussy. The other slides back, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart. I jolt as his thumb presses against the tight pucker of my hole.
“Have you ever let anyone here before?”
I shudder, my voice shaky. “No.”
He hums thoughtfully. “Would you let me?”
“Yes.” I answer without hesitation. I think I’d do anything with Boone if he asked.
“I’d like to play with your ass while I fuck you. Is that okay?”
I nod, biting my lip, and he grins at me in the mirror. “Okay. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He steps away briefly, the sound of a condom foil tearing breaking through the steam-filled bathroom. My body aches with anticipation as he rolls it on, then returns to me, his fingers finding their place again.
One teases my clit while the other circles my rim, applying gentle, insistent pressure. The sensation is sharper than I expected. After a few seconds of teasing, the tip of his thumb breaches the surface, twisting gently as he enters me.
I draw in a sharp breath.
“Relax,” Boone says, his voice low and coaxing. “I’ll be gentle. Take me.”
I’m too far gone to argue, especially as his other hand moves to grip his cock. He swipes it through my pussy, notching it at my entrance. His hands are everywhere—one steadying my hip, theother playing with my ass—and then he presses inside of me at the same time.
I brace myself on the counter, fingers curling around the edges as he pulls out completely, only to thrust back in, harder this time. The stretch burns just slightly, but it’s intoxicating, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls, his grip on my hip tightening. “Let me go deeper.”
I nod again, pushing back into him, my body instinctively meeting his rhythm. His thumb sinks a little further into my ass, his finger pressing to the first knuckle, and the dual sensations overwhelm me in the best way.
Boone’s back presses against mine as he kisses my neck firmly on a groan. “I’ll never get my fill of you. Playing with your body is my addiction. Tell me to stop, Rosie. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I shake my head, rocking my hips harder against his thumb and cock. “No.”
My moan is all the encouragement he needs to unravel.
“Fuck this I can’t go slow.”
His thumb withdraws, replaced by both hands gripping my hips as he starts to pound into my pussy. His strokes are rough, frantic and uncoordinated. The counter beneath me digs into the front of my thighs, but Boone keeps me steady, his strength anchoring me to him.
I glance up at the mirror, watching as it fogs over again. I'm not sure if it's from the steam coming from the shower or our joined, heavy breathing that’s filling it.
Boone reaches one strong forearm over top my head to wipe it clear while he continues to rock his hips into me roughly.
“Look at us,” he says, his voice gravelly. “See the face you make when you orgasm with your husband inside you.”
My heart stumbles as he bottoms out again.
Myhusband.
He’s said it before, tossed it out like a casual claim, but this time the word wraps around me, sticking to my skin like the steam. It’s on the tip of my tongue, begging to be returned, but something holds me back.
Boone’s gaze locks on mine in the mirror, his eyes dark with intensity. I can’t look at myself—his gaze is too consuming, his admiration too much. He glances down at where we’re joined, his cock plunging into my full pussy, and the awe on his face sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice guttural. “You have no idea how good you look taking me.”
I arch my back, pressing my ass higher, meeting his thrusts as hard as I can. My orgasm builds fast and sharp, my clit throbs with the ache to come.
“Come on my cock, Rosie,” he groans. “Fuck, I wish I was inside of you bare right now.”
