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She gave a short, jerky nod against his neck, then sank down to the hilt… hesitantly rolled her hips. A small, surprised sound slipped free, mingling with her unsteady breaths.

Michael gripped her hips, fingers curling into her flesh. “All right?” he asked.

“So very alright.” Then she moved again, finding and settling into a rhythm she liked, something slow and rough, grinding down on him with every pass. And it felt so good—so goddamned right—to watch her take what she wanted that he scarcely noticed how close he was until the first unmistakable pull of his climax tightened low in his belly.

Gwen braced against shoulders, adjusting her angle and writhing in his lap—so needy and stunning as she rode his cock. Her eyes were closed, her palms splayed against his chest, her fingertips digging into his muscles as she whimpered softly with every thrust.

Oh God, oh God. His breath stuttered.

“Stop, love. Stop. You’re going to make me come, I’m going to—” He gripped her hips, desperate to slow her driving rhythm, but she whined, fighting his hold as he tried to rein himself in, his cock throbbing insistently. Wrapping his arms around her, Michael rolled them, pinning her against the mattress. He held himself perfectly still, buried deep inside her, teeth bared and every muscle clenched against the tide of his own climax.

“Not yet.” Michael growled, and he wasn’t at all certain if the demand was directed at himself or Gwen. Blessedly, they both obeyed, his need abating just enough. And Gwen… my god, Gwen. She let out a little sigh, her pussy gripping and fluttering around his cock.

He watched the place where his body was connected to hers, his attention rapt.

“Oh my, isn’t that just fascinating.” Michael drawled. “My little bully of a wife likes to be ordered around in bed.”

Finally releasing the breath he’d been holding, his gaze found hers once more. Then he tested his control with a tentative thrust of his hips.

“I can feel it, you know. Not only in the way your body melts into a state of pliant, needy compliance—your muscles unfurling, breath slowing—but I can feel the way your pussy likes it too. Here, where I’m deep inside. You squeezed me, making it slick for me, eager to take whatever I want to give.”

Michael eased nearly the entire length of his cock from Gwen before slowly plunging back inside. “You may regret showing me that particular preference, my pet.” He let his voice drop to a low, menacing growl. “Now I know precisely what to do when I want you to lie here and take my cock like a good girl.” He gave a slow, shallow nudge with his erection, then held there. “That’s what you’re going to do now, isn’t it? Let me take my time with your sweet little pussy.”

Eyes squeezed shut, her entire body shuddered.

“Look at me, wife.”

Her lids fluttered open, eyes flashing to his, bright with lust. She nodded swiftly but a little clumsily and Michael grinned.

“You’re quite the biddable girl with my cock inside you.” He eased back in, kissed her cheek, her throat. He canted his hips then, just letting her feel how deep he was inside her. How completely they belonged to one another.

“And I plan to take full advantage of your docility, my pet. As arousing as I find the single-minded pursuit of your own climax, you will slow down now, and let me enjoy your pussy for a while,” he narrowed his eyes in teasing chastisement. “At least until I can no longer taste your first orgasm on my tongue.”

In truth, he loved her eagerness, loved how hungry she was for the pleasure they found together, and wanted to draw out this new intimacy as long as he possibly could. But he wasn’t blind to the effect his words had and was only too happy to provide half truths for her enjoyment.

He palmed her breast, then thumbed her nipple lightly. Gwen let out a little grunt, pressing into his hand.

“I’m sorry, my pet,” he clucked his tongue in playful reproach. “I can’t let you come just yet. The moment you squeeze around me, I’ll spill.”

A giggle bubbled up, bright but with an edge of frustration and she tightened her grip on his shoulders. “Isn’t that rather the point?”

“No.” He feathered a kiss over her lips. “When I spill inside you, it’s the culmination of all this. Watching your pulse race in your throat, feeling your thighs tremble against mine, knowing that I’ve loved you so completely that something of me remains with you, like an imprint on your skin.”

Michael lifted his pelvis just enough to let his erection slide free, rutting lightly through her folds instead. His crown drifted teasingly over her clitoris, playing in the moisture there.

Gwen threw her head to the side, back arching as she cried out.

“Now there’s an idea. So clever, my Wyn.”

Shifting his weight on an elbow, he reached down and gripped himself, guiding the thick head of his cock in tight circles over her swollen bud.

“Mmm, yes, that feels nice, doesn’t it? You’re going to come right there on the head of my cock, I think. But let’s see how much longer my little pet can take my attentions.” Sitting back on his knees, he readjusted, bending her legs and gripping her thighs. He spread her open with his hands. “That’s it. Just like that, so I can see what I’m doing to this delicate little flower.”

Her cheeks were flushed red with arousal or embarrassment or some overwhelming mixture of the two, but every time he spoke, her body responded like an instrument beneath a master’s hand—her breath catching, her breasts lifting, wispy shivers dancing across her skin, all for him.

He held there for a moment, allowing their anticipation to build before, sliding the barest inch inside, just enough to let her feel the intrusion, see what she did to his body, then he let his fingers drift through her curls, up and down, lightly petting her. Before scarcely thirty seconds had passed, she was canting her hips and wriggling closer, trying to fuck herself on his cock.

He rocked backwards, removing even that slight pressure, then covered her mound with his palm. “No, my pet. You have to earn my cock with your patience. You can be patient, can’t you?”