“Mmm,” he hums, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue pushes past my lips and I welcome his with a brush of my own. Just a kiss and I’m instantly hard.
“Linc,” I murmur, as he kisses along my neck. I sit up and take off my shirt and toe off my Chucks.
“All of it, baby,” Linc urges.
I stand and slowly unzip my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I stand before him in nothing but my red boxer briefs. I slip my thumbs into the sides, and push them down, stepping out of them, and walking toward the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so hard already.”
“Your turn,” I tell him.
He doesn’t take his time. He hurries and I chuckle. He gets pissed when his boots are knotted up. “Fuck it,” he says, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.
“That was hot.”
“I’ll give you hot,” he replies, stepping out of his black boxer briefs. He crawls up the bed to where I’m waiting, his cock long and thick. I groan when it touches my belly as he lays next to me. “Ethan.”
“Mhmm?” My hand drifts down between our bodies and I wrap it around his cock.
He groans. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I plan on it.”
“No, I mean you top.”
I pause, meeting his gaze. “Why don’t we both top?”
“My dick is long, but not that long.”
I laugh. “I mean, you want me to top you, I’ll top you. Then you top me. You don’t come until it’s your turn.”
He lifts a brow. “Challenging me. I like it… husband.”
My heart leaps. “Husband.”
He grips my cock and begins to stroke. I groan and still his hand. “I’m too horny.”
He smirks, leans over and gets the lube out of the drawer.
“Here, baby. Give me all of it,” he dares.
He rolls to his stomach, his ass in the air.
I squeeze some lube onto my fingers, warming it, before pushing Linc’s cheeks apart and touching his anus. I tap the hole and he groans.
“No teasing.”
No teasing? Okay.
I push a finger inside him, slowly working it in and out. The noises he makes are driving me mad. I slip another finger in with the first and his breath hitches. Then a third and he pushes back into my hand.
I go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, washing my hand, then see the inviting picture of my husband bent over, ass waiting for me. His cheeks flushed with arousal, his eyes glossy with desire.
I put some lube in my hand and fist my dick. Linc groans as he watches.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask. I’m not submissive to him by any means, but he likes the control.
“Give it to me,” he growls.
