He pulls out, then rams back in, stilling again. “Does this feel pretty?”
I shake my head. “Uh, no, that feels like a monster.”
“A monster you love.”
“Without a doubt.” My eyes flutter closed as he repeats the process, in no hurry to just bang me and be done with it. Thisman’s stamina is like nothing else. I can’t even understand how he is holding on. I wish I could say the same.
“Eyes open when you scream my name.”
They fly open, meeting his intense gaze. “I think the entire building might know your name.”
“If they don’t, they will by the time I’m done.”
He pulls out, then slides in with a thrust, repeating the process. The way he rolls his hips… had I really forgotten how good this was? I mean, aside from the bathroom incident, it has been a while. Yet, he’s right, we could’ve been doing this the entire time. While a part of me indulges in that thought, I know that all of this is about timing. It would’ve been about sex, and he’s right — we’re so much better than that. Sex is just the icing on the cake.
“So good,” I mutter. “Oh, Aust, right there.”
He moves that ass like a man on a mission, even if the pacing is a little slow, but that thrust? That really gets me going. I almost felt like disobeying him earlier so he would drag me over his knee. My, how I’ve missed that. We’ve always been pretty adventurous in the bedroom, and now I’m reminded why I always had a permanent smile on my face when he’d left my bed.
“That’s it, baby, take my cock. Your pussy is so damn tight.”
His words light a fire within me as I meet his thrusts, chasing my next release. This man is like nothing else. His pubic bone rubs against my clit, causing me to whimper. Overcome I plant my hands on his ass and come like there’s no tomorrow. He fills me so good. Every single cell in my body responds to his touch. He doesn’t let up, driving me into the mattress as my vision clouds and I see stars. I’m going to need a day of rest tomorrow if this keeps up.
“Aust!” I cry.
“Told you’d be screamin’ my name.”
“You don’t play fair.” I feel him pull out, then he kisses me chastely.
“And you’re makin’ my dick weep.”
I reach for his cock and he hisses when I sheath him in my palm. “So big.”
“You got him all excited.” He kisses me again, so tenderly, then rolls us over so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him. “Let me taste your pussy like this.”
“You want me to ride your face?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Aust, that’s a little—” I yelp as he pulls me closer and I’ve barely got one knee over one side of his head when he’s latching onto me.Holy smokes.I hold onto the bedframe, planting my other knee down as he goes to townagain.This man is insatiable. Absolutely one hundred percent indecent, and I’m loving every moment. I ride his face until I’m crying out, unable to control myself, then I’m sliding down his body and straddle his hips. I grip his cock and sink down.
We both moan in unison. “Oh, that’s good,” I sigh, sliding down to the hilt. “Your kind of stamina is impressive.”
“It’s gonna be impressive when I’m comin’ inside this tight little pussy.”
I rock my hips, using the bedframe as a base to steady myself, and I start to ride him. The bastard lays down against my soft, fluffy cushions, smugly smiling at me. There’s no way I can be mad at him, and why would I? He’s freaking amazing in the sack, and tender but also rough all at the same time.
“That’s it,” he grits, holding me at the hips. “Ride this baby home.”
“I’ve missed this,” I admit.
“You don’t ever have to miss it again, I’m here. I’m yours.”
A wash of tenderness obstructs my vision, and I will myself not to cry. All these years. All this time. My perfect man wasright there. My beautiful Haze was already mine. I don’t want him to see me fall apart, so I focus on my task, knowing this man won’t be finished even after we’re both exhausted. That’s not his style.
We move in unison, both chasing our releases. Every breath, every roll of my hips, every single grunt and rasp touches my very soul. When he cups my breasts and I tip my head back, adrenaline rushes through me. I brace myself on his shoulders as he sits up, cupping my face in his.
“My wife.”
