"I swear to God, Parker, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll go out and find someone who will."
No I wouldn't. It was an empty threat. I knew it. Parker knew it. The whole world probably knew. But that wasn't the point. I was horny, and I wanted him to do something about it. Of course my husband wasn't afraid to call me out on my bullshit.
"No you won't." He rubbed his long erection against my core and caused me to whimper. "You want one cock right now, and that's mine."
Screw him for sounding so cocky.
I snickered to myself. Cocky about his cock. Oh man, I sure knew how to make myself laugh.
"Did I say something amusing?" He nuzzled the spot just below my ear.
"Nope. A lame dad's joke crossed my mind," I replied on a moan.
"Care to share with the class?" His breath tickled my skin.
I arched my neck to give him better access. "Not particularly. I'd prefer if you did less talking and a lot more action."
"I'm not fucking you today. It's only been two weeks since you almost died. I won't be the reason your recovery is delayed."
I pushed on his chest so he was forced to look me in the eyes. I instantly regretted it. The pain there nearly broke me, but I refused for us to live in fear. "I'm fine. The knife didn't hit anything major, and my stitches were removed yesterday. I feel great."
Only a small white lie. My core muscles ached. Bending at the waist was a bit of a challenge, but that didn't mean he needed to treat me like glass.
"The doctor also said it would take longer for the tissue to heal. I know for a fact you're still sore. I see the way you wince whenever you're forced to bend in some way."
Damn the man for being hyperaware. He noticed too damn much.
"Fine, it hurts a little, but the ache in my pussy is worse. I need you. If I promise to just lie here and let you do all the work, will you give me what I want?"
The warring in Parker's eyes was the first sign I was breaking down his defenses. I decided it was time to kick things up a notch. I batted my eyelashes and stuck my bottom lip out in a pout. "Please, Parker. I need you."
I knew I had him when he sighed. "You have to promise to move as little as possible."
I was sure he could see the delight in my eyes and how big my smile was. "I promise. Scout's honor."
"I doubt you were a Boy Scout."
"Nope. Not even a Girl Scout but that doesn't mean I won't keep my word."
Parker released a slow breath. "Okay, if we're doing this, we're doing it my way."
I felt like a bobblehead. I was so eager that my head bounced around with glee. I've never had to work so hard to get a man to have sex with me. It was a true testament to how much my husband meant to me.
I watched in fascination as he pushed up from the bed and started to strip. His body was a work of art, and my eyes couldn't keep up with each layer that was revealed.
"You keep looking at me like that and this is going to end."
My gaze snapped up to his. "How am I looking at you?"
"Like I'm a piece of meat you want to devour. It makes me want to fuck you hard, and I can't do that."
I licked my lips at the picture he painted.
Injury? What injury?
"We can pin that for a later date. I just want to feel you inside me. Preferably bare."
Wait? Where the hell did that come from? I’d never taken a man bare.
