Grunting, I reluctantly force my eyes open and find a smiling Sebastian sitting beside me on the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” I groan, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I struggle to shuffle up the bed.
“I need to go to work, but I wanted us to shower together before I left,” he says, his tone a little too sweet, making me instantly suspicious.
Before I have a chance to question his odd demeanor, he throws off the comforter, slips his hands beneath me, and scoops me out of the bed and into his arms.
“Sebastian,” I squeal, throwing my arms around his neck and clinging to him as he carries me into the bathroom and walks us straight beneath the water in the shower.
Lowering me to my feet, he cups my face with his palms and kisses me, sighing happily as he looks down at me. “I love you so much, Little Bird.”
“I love you too,” I tell him, exhaling all of my ire at being woken up, as I look up into his gorgeous face.
Kissing me again, he reaches for the soap, coating his hands with suds before he starts to lather me. Starting at my neck, he works his way down the front of my body, carefully cleaning me. Getting more suds, he moves to my back, working his hands overmy shoulders, down my spine, my ass cheeks, then down my calves. On the way back up, he parts my cheeks and taps on the plug still buried in my ass.
“You forgot about this again, didn’t you?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice.
“Oh my god.” I grimace and nod.
Gripping the end of the plug, he slowly slips it free, then works his fingers inside of me, filling me and stretching me in a way he’s never done before.
“Sebastian,” I breathe shakily.
“It’s okay, Little Bird. Look how well your body is taking me. Tell me you want more.”
“I…” The word dies on my tongue as a tremor rushes through me.
Instead of pushing me more, he slips his fingers free and slides the plug back into me again, rising to his full height. Not speaking, he pours shampoo into his hands, then massages it into my hair, digging his fingers luxuriously into my scalp, until all of the tension from the ass play has melted from my body.
Washing the suds out, he runs conditioner through my hair, then palms my face and kisses me, reaching up to turn the water off as he smiles down at me.
Wrapping me in a towel, he takes my hand and leads me over to the counter. Once I’m standing in front of the vanity, he moves behind me and lifts my right hand, placing it over the edge of the basin, then does the same with my left.
Catching my attention in the mirror, he smiles. “Don’t move.”
I nod, because what else would I do? He might tell me he won’t ask permission and that I don’t get to say no, but that’s just part of the game. My husband loves me, and he’d never do something that I didn’t want to. But I’m ninety-nine percent sure I’m going to love whatever he has planned.
Pushing his hand between my thighs, he cups my pussy. “Spread your legs, Starling.”
Doing as he asks, I shuffle my feet apart, pushing a little more of my weight onto my hands. The moan that falls from my lips when he sinks to his knees behind me and licks a path to my entrance is positively wanton, and I tighten my hold on the basin when the tip of his tongue slips inside of me before continuing backward until he reaches the plug that’s still buried in my ass.
Gripping the end with his fingers, I brace for him to slowly pull it out. But instead, he twists it, tugging it halfway out before pushing it deep again, toying with me until he finally slides it all the way out, reaches up, and drops it into the sink.
My stomach clenches when he rises to his feet behind me. I’m not stupid, all the plugs and anal play have been leading to more, but I wasn’t expecting it here or now. Swallowing thickly, I watch him in the mirror, waiting to feel his hard dick against my hole. But instead, he leans over me and turns on the faucet.
Splashes of water dot onto my hands, arms, and face as he reaches above me and opens the medicine cabinet.
“Sebastian?” I ask, uncertainty lacing my voice now that I’m unsure what he’s going to do. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had plugs stashed all over the house. My husband is exactly the type of man who would have sex supplies in various places, just in case.
But when he closes the door and I see what’s gripped in his hands, it’s definitely not a sex toy.
“Sebastian,” I say again, sounding wary.
“I love you, Little Bird,” he tells me.
“Sebastian, what are you doing?” I ask, my eyes no longer on our reflection but fixed firmly on the packets of birth control tablets that he has in his hands.
Instead of answering, he positions his dick at my entrance and pushes his cock into my pussy, slamming forward hard enough that I struggle to keep my hold on the basin.
