“Sounds so pretty when you say my name.”
She moans it again, harder this time when I finally slip a finger inside her. She clenches around me instantly, the tight, wet heat of her walls squeezing.
“You feel so good,” I growl, adding a second finger, moving in deeper, harder, while my thumb circles her clit.
I wanted to take my time, make sure she was ready for my long, rough and calloused hands, but the sounds she’s making are telling me she’s close, and the desperation I’m feeling means slow is off the table.
Her moans mix with my groans as her hips grind against my cock, the friction making me throb and leak, my balls tightening as her wetness and mine soaks through my sweatpants.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I rasp, my fingers fucking up into her fast and hard.
She nods desperately, her movements erratic, no longer fluid or controlled but raw and needy.
“Good,” I growl, slipping a third finger inside her. She cries out and her walls clench hard around me, her whole-body trembles as she grinds down, her slick heat drenching me with every thrust.
“When you come,” I demand, my voice hoarse, “you say your husband’s name.”
“What…?” she whispers breathlessly.
“You say your husband's name when you come.”
She moans louder as I press harder against her clit, relentless now, driving her over the edge.
My free hand slides under the fabric of my shirt, finding a breast, squeezing it firmly before pinching her nipple just right—hard enough to make her gasp, soft enough to make her crave more.
And then she’s there.
“Fuck, Boone… fuck…” she cries out, her hips locking onto the ridge of my cock as she pulses around my fingers. Her walls grip me so tight I feel every throb as I milk her orgasm, pushing her through the waves with praise. And the way she squeezes me pulls me under with her.
My balls tighten, my spine tingles, and I lose control. My cock jerks inside my sweatpants and I come… with my wife’s name on my lips.
Chapter 18: Boone
“Fuck…” Rosie whispers.
Her forehead drops against my shoulder; her breath is coming in uneven bursts.?
When she finally lifts to look at me, her expression is everything I was hoping.
She’s satiated. Softer. Bewitching. Unreserved.
Beautiful in a way that’s almost devastating. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, her body relaxed like I’ve never seen her before.
She’s radiant, the perfect mix of blissed out and wrecked. And it takes all my willpower not to guide her onto the floor so that I can bury myself inside of her tight cunt.
Instead, I stand, lifting her effortlessly, her legs hanging loose around my waist as I move to carry her up the staircase.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I ask, my voice still hoarse.
She points to a door two rooms down on the left. I open it to find a warm primary bedroom with a large porch across from the bed that looks like it overlooks the lake just as she'd described.
It’s peaceful, like her. Beautiful and now I get it—why she loves spending weekends here. It’s quiet in a way the city could never be. I think I could love it here too.
I lay her gently on the bed. Her eyes flutter open for a moment before they start to drift shut again.
“Rosie,” I command, my tone sharper now. “Look at me.”
Her eyes snap open this time, the weight of my voice pulling her from her post-orgasmic haze and bringing her to attention. Slowly, her gaze drifts down my bare chest to my sweatpants.
