The image of his cock pulsing from within my cleavage makes me lightheaded. Another scenario I’ve never thought of that makes me wetter than I would’ve dreamed.
“But for now…” Rem’s voice drags me down to the pulse between my thighs. I’m still wearing my pajama bottoms, my pussy concealed from Rem by a layer of cotton, but that doesn’t matter. He’s staring down at me like I’m the promised land, his chest expanding on increasingly ragged breaths. “Do you know, little one, how many times I’ve gotten myself off just thinking about your sweet, sweet pussy?”
Shock. Pleasure. Pride. They bowl through me, one after the other, as I watch my powerful husband drop his towel and take his erection in hand.
He’s hard, thick, long, jutting out from washboard abs and the most gorgeous V-cut hips. Rem sucks in a breath as he wraps a fist around the head of his cock, a drop of liquid glistening as he squeezes himself.
“I thought I was going to lose my mind, I want you so much. Want to feel myself get lost in your body. Want to feel you comearound me, soaking me, drowning me. Fuck, Lena, I can’t wait to be inside you. Have spent every night since finding you dreaming about being inside of you.”
“Oh, God. Rem.” My pussy pulses at his words, my flesh flickering, getting slicker by the second. But, still, I don’t move. I give him this, my obedience.
Rem strokes himself, far rougher than I’ve ever done. The muscles in his thighs flex, his abs tightening. And still, he looks at my pussy like he can see me through the fabric of my pants.
“You’re so beautifully wet, Lena.” Rem steps closer, filling the gap between my legs. “I can see how turned on you are, even like this. Your orgasm from before, your need now…you can’t hide it from me.”
“I don’t want to hide it, Rem. I want it. I want you.”
“And I’m going to give you want you want, just after I take a taste.” Rem drops to his knees between my thighs, his hands spreading me wide as his mouth hovers over my core.
“Rem?” My question dies on a gasp as he lowers his mouth to my pussy, pajama bottoms and all. I would’ve thought the barrier would dampen the sensation, but instead it only amplifies it. He drags his tongue up and down my crease, licking me through the soaked fabric and the textures add a layer of torment. I can feel so much, the heat from his tongue, the weave of the cloth, evidence of my previous release.
I grab the bedspread beneath me, trying so hard to stay still, my hips bucking as Rem eats me with single-minded focus.
“This isn’t a slow build,piccolina.” Rem’s voice crawls up my body. “I want you wet, so wet and ready for when I thrust inside of you. You’re going to come hard and fast, understand. Your husband is going to make you come hard and fast.”
I barely gasp out “yes” before Rem pulls my clit into his mouth. With the clothing in his way, he can be rougher, bite harder than he otherwise would. His mouth has a direct line to my pleasure center and he uses it, skillfully. My arousal scentsthe air, my body shaking and my fingers twitching as he sucks and bites my clit in rapid succession.
The only time he stops is to flick his eyes up to mine, revealing the depth of his own need, his own emotions, as he orders, “Come for me, Lena. Come, now.”
God help me, I do. Rem wraps his lips around my clit one more time, his hands holding my lower body immobile as he sucks me hard and I explode, release rushing down my thighs and making my toes curl.
“Oh, Lena, you fucking slay me.” Rem’s voice is so low it’s almost inaudible. I’m lost on a cloud of bliss as he drags himself up my body, stripping away my pajamas as he goes.
His fingers weave through my hair, his lips coast across my check. Rem’s chest is pressed against mine, bare skin to bare skin, and I can feel the need throbbing in his cock as it kicks against my thigh.
“Take me,” I whisper to my husband, my arms like jelly as I drape them across his broad back. “I need you, Rem. Take me.”
His gaze locks with mine. His eyes, always so dark, are fathomless and clear. A soul stripped bare, want and need and adoration looking back at me so confidently that I feel my heart climb out of my chest and straight into his.
That organ belongs to Rem now. Undoubtably. Unfailingly. Irrevocably.
“Come inside me, bare,” I tell him. “I’m clean, I’m on birth control, I don’t want to feel anything but you.”
“I’m clean, too,” Rem says, his gaze somber as he grips himself, sliding his head through my swollen folds. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, Lena. I promise.”
“I know,” I tell him, sealing the knowledge with a kiss as Rem stretches me, fills me, and slides himself home.
28
REM
I’m buried balls-deep inside my wife. The sensation is so intense it takes my brain several seconds to catch up with my body.
Beneath me, Lena’s head is tipped back, the vulnerable line of her throat exposed. I can feel her channel pulse around my cock, her walls so slick and hot and intensely perfect.
“Oh, fuck,mia amata. Little one. Fuck.” I don’t know what I’m trying to say, my brain fried at the simple truth that I’m finally fucking my wife.
The shit storm of the past few days, the car bomb, the threat that’s circling closer and closer to the woman beneath me—all of it vanishes from conscious thought, replaced by the only thing that matters right now: making Lena feel as absolutely fucking amazing as possible before losing myself inside of her.
