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“That’s a good point. Maybe we can bend the rules?”

He ducks his head, kissing me deep and slow. One hand cups my head while his other works at the belt on my robe until it’s open.

My nipples pebble beneath my thin sleep shirt, and I instinctively put my chest against his. Even through the material of my shirt, I love the way we feel pressed together. I rub myself shamelessly, whimpering the entire time. “It’s been too long. Need you now.”

“Soon,” he promises, his hands dipping beneath the hem of my panties until he finds my silky folds. He swirls my wetness around on his fingers, coating himself in my juices. “You’re so responsive for me.”

“I’ve been wet all week,” I admit quietly as his thick finger breaches my channel. It feels so good to have him inside of me. It’s what I’ve been quietly craving.

He groans. “Kept falling asleep with my hand on my dick and wishing you were there.”

His words have me clamping down on his digit. Behind me, I feel his erection nestled against my ass. He pushes forward, seeking his own friction.

“Make love to me,” I whisper, needing this more than my next breath. I don’t know how either of us have survived this past week when the only thing that makes me feel sane, makes me feel whole, is being with my cowboy.

“You have to come for me first,” he croons. “Come like a good girl then you can have my big, thick cock in this tight pussy of yours.”

I whimper at his words. He’s so big, and he’s filling me so much. I didn’t even realize how empty I was until he put his fingers in my pussy. I rub my clit furiously, stars finally exploding behind my eyes. When I come, it’s with his whispered words of praise in my ear. He’s telling me how much he likes to see me touch myself, how it turns him on to know his wife is playing with her clit.

Between his words and the first orgasm, I’m even more desperate for him. I need to feel his big cock, pushing into me, claiming and owning my body. “Inside me. Now.”

I toss all of my clothes on the floor, bumping him with my elbow twice, but he doesn’t care. He’s naked just as quickly as I am. Later, I’m going to spread him out and kiss every inch of his skin. I’ll let him know his wife adores him. But first, I need him to fuck me. Long and hard.

I stretch out on the couch, and he’s over me in an instant. His velvet steel cock slides into my weeping pussy in one smooth stroke. “You belong to me. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

My hands trace his body, feeling the muscles in his back ripple with every powerful thrust. “You’re so big, husband.”

He groans, his hand finding its way between our bodies so he can stroke my clit. His roughened skin is just enough friction to make me even wetter. “Say it again.”

“Big.”

He growls at me, and I grin. But then he picks up the pace, thrusting even faster and demanding I say it again as he pants above me.

“Husband,” I groan out the word softly as the orgasm sweeps over me. His must start at the same time because suddenly, my body is milking his cock. I’m taking every drop of his come deep inside. There’s something so primal about knowing he’s filling me up with his seed.

He collapses onto the couch next to me, pulling me close. His head rests on my chest, listening to my heartbeat, as he murmurs, “You always make it so good.”

Cord

I smile the next morning when I wake and see Mira curled up against me. Her hair is wild, and her body is naked. We spent all night last night touching each other and kissing and making out. At some point, in the middle of the night, I hauled us both back to the big bed. My plan was to let Mira sleep more comfortably. But then she woke back up, and we made love all over again.

When we go back to Asheville, I suspect she’ll retreat behind her rules again. But that’s okay. This weekend has shown me that I’m making progress with her, even if there are moments when it doesn’t feel like it.

I get out of bed, feed the dogs, and go to walk them. I let out a slow whistle as soon as I step onto the front porch.

This whole place is a mess from the storm last night. It was every bit as bad as predicted if the downed tree limbs and debris are anything to go by. We’re going to have a hell of a long day ahead of us on the farm.

The dogs finish their business just as Kane comes jogging into my front yard. He points with his thumb behind us. “There’s pretty bad damage in town. Some of the businesses had trees fall on them, and people lost windows and shingles. A bunch of us are going to lend a hand.”

My heart warms hearing him say that. Even though I hate the storm damage that was caused, I love living in a place where neighbors are willing to drop everything to help each other.

Before I can open my mouth, Mira pushes open the screen door and steps outside. She’s wrapped in a slinky little robe. I want to spend the day removing that with my teeth and loving her in our bed. “What’s going on?”

I quickly relay the situation only for her to square her shoulders. “Okay, we’ll be there to help.”

Seven minutes later, we’re in my truck. I love that Mira threw on some clothes, grabbed a protein bar, and just showed up.

It takes us almost two hours just to get into the heart of town because there are so many trees on the road. We keep stopping to use chainsaws to break them down. Once we’re finally in town, I’m relieved to see that although the damage is bad, it’s not as severe as it could have been. Still, though, we have a few rough days of cleaning up ahead.