"Again?" I murmur.
"Again," she says, and there's something different in her voice now. Not tentative or seductive. Confident. Claiming. “I’m going to need it all the time, Asher. I’m always horny and so damn wet. I’m desperate to be fucked.”
She straddles me before I'm fully awake, positioning herself over me. I grip her hips as she sinks down, and fuck, she's still wet from before, still slick with me. "Jesus," I breathe.
"No," she says, starting to move. "Just you."
She rides me slowly at first, rolling her hips in a way that makes my fingers dig into her skin. The moonlight coming through the window catches on her body—the curve of her tits, the line of her throat as she tips her head back. She's fucking beautiful. And she's mine.
"We should move into your dad's house," she says, her voice breathy but clear. "It's bigger. Better."
"Yeah?" I thrust up into her and she gasps.
"Yeah. We’ll take the master bedroom." She's moving faster now, her hands braced on my chest. “I’ll redecorate. Make it ours. We’ll fuck on every surface.”
The idea sends a thrill through me. My father's house. His bedroom. The place where he controlled everything, where he made all his decisions about my life. And I'd be there with Devon, fucking her in his bed, living exactly how I want.
"We'll do it," I say.
“I want you to take me on vacation and fuck me until we’re both sore,” Devon continues, her rhythm building.
"Anywhere you want, baby."
"I want the Maldives," she says, and she's bouncing harder now, her breasts moving with each thrust. "I want to fuck you in the private villa, just like you fucked her on your honeymoon. You can replace every memory of her with one of me."
I sit up, pulling her closer, changing the angle so I'm hitting deeper. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You can have whatever you want, better than her," I tell her, my mouth against her neck. "I'll give you everything."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
She kisses me then, hard and demanding, and I flip us over so she's on her back beneath me. I need to be in control right now, need to feel the power of this moment. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and start fucking her harder.
"Yes," she moans. "God, yes, just like that."
"You like that?"
"I love it. I love you."
The words should probably mean something. Should probably make me pause. But they don't. They just fuel me, make me thrust harder, deeper. "Say it again," I demand.
"I love you," she gasps. "I love you, I love you?—"
I release her wrists and she immediately wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper. We're both sweating now, the room thick with heat and the smell of sex. This is nothing like the careful, tentative encounters I had with Julie. This is raw and primal and exactly what I've been craving. "Fuck, you feel so good," I tell her.
"Better than her?"
"So much better."
"Tell me," Devon says, her voice taking on that edge I'm starting to recognize. "Tell me I'm better than your wife."
"You're light years better than her."
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, baby. All yours."
She pulls me down for another kiss, and when we break apart, she's smiling. "I want you to fuck me harder."
