“More,” he whispered, and I attacked like a vampire, leaving deep red marks all along his neck. I grasped his hip and made him stay still, fucking him and jerking him off, slow and steady. I’d wanted to wreck him fast and dirty earlier, but at some point, the idea of fucking him so well he’d be my insatiable husband and throw himself at me whenever I wanted him had taken over the plan. I ran my tongue from his throat up behind his ear. Besides, he tasted good and smelled even better.
“Who does this ass belong to?” I whispered in his ear.
Noah shivered and his cock pulsed in my hand.
“Who?” I demanded and nipped at his earlobe.
“You.”
“And who am I?” I twisted my hand around his cock on the upstroke and had to hold him upright against my body to keep him from falling.
“You’re my husband.” He shivered all over as I toyed with the head of his cock, then let out a tiny, shocked sound as I sucked on his earlobe.
“That’s it, little mouse. Are you going to come for me?” I asked and picked up the pace with my hips again. I leaned him forward until he had to brace himself on the headboard and moved my hips as fast as I could while I played with his cockhead. He bucked and scrabbled one hand back to grasp my hip and tug me closer. His eyes were squeezed shut, and I loved his loss of control.
The pressure of my impending orgasm began to steal my ability to think. I licked around his ear and teased my tongue into it, and a full-body shiver racked him as his cum coated my knuckles. I kept going until he whimpered and rested both his hands over mine on his softening cock, forcing me to steady myself to keep him from faceplanting. I was so close to coming I didn’t want to quit thrusting into his ass, but he had to be tender at this point. I forced myself to stop and linger in his heat, riding that knife edge.
When I was finally able to convince myself pulling out of his perfect body was a good idea, I turned him and laid him down with his head on a nice soft pillow. He gave me a dopey grin as I moved down the bed until I was towering over him with my knees on either side of his legs. I stripped the panties off him and loved the silky feel of the fabric. His brows furrowed as I wrapped the panties over my hand and used my lace-covered fist to jerk off while I stared at his beautiful mouth and eyes. He raised an eyebrow at me in interest as my fist flew along my shaft.
“These panties had your leaking cock in them,” I said, licking my lips. “They’re covered in you.”
He gave me a surprisingly knowing smirk. “You like that?”
“Don’t move.”
He let out a pleased hum that sent a shocking throb through my cock. With a smile that wrinkled his nose, he said, “I don’t think I could if I wanted to.” He licked his lips, and I didn’t think he was trying to be sexy or anything because the gesture was too real and unpracticed, but it sent me over the edge.
One second I was waxing my wood with the soft fabric, the next I was pumping my load all over his abs. He watched me with his lips parted and eyes glued to my crotch. When the last tremble rocked me, I stuffed the underwear under a pillow so I’d have it later if I wanted it, and he laughed, a warm, cheerful sound that had my heart feeling light. I rubbed my cum into his skin, and he sighed, closing his eyes.
When I bent down and popped a kiss on his lips, he raised his eyebrows. “Why are you keeping my dirty underwear, you weirdo?” He wriggled around as if he loved the idea, and I rested my hands on his hips.
“Never mind. It’s not your place to ask questions, is it?” I glanced at my closet, and almost fell off the bed as I tried to get to my feet. My bones felt like jelly, and all my muscles were pleasantly loose. I went inside the closet and removed a small box from a shelf. I’d had fun ordering underwear for Noah, and the ones I pulled out were perfect—a pair of black silk briefs with a red ribbon on the front that laced the fabric together.
My pulse didn’t slow down as I approached the bed, and I felt a little lightheaded. I’d never been with anyone in a way that would allow me to do this in the past. I’d thought about what I wanted to find under another person’s clothes more than once, but I was always disappointed. Well, not anymore. Not when I had a husband here, one who would listen to me or else. My pulse pounded so hard I felt like I might black out as I slid the panties up his legs. He looked at what I was doing and raised his ass, helping me. With shaking fingers, I tied the red lace into a sweet bow above the pouch where his soft cock rested.
“You’re always to look pretty in something like this. If I’m not here to pick something out for you for some reason, use your judgment, but you’re my husband. You’re going to be a pleasure to me in every way possible. And I want to know that any time I take your clothes off, I’m going to have something sexy waiting for me. If you don’t listen to me on this, there will be consequences.”
He flinched. “What do you mean by that?”
I didn’t like the way his body went from languid to tense. I preferred Noah relaxed, but I probably shouldn’t trust him or put too much thought into how he enjoyed coming with me. I skimmed my hands over his hips.
“Please, what do you mean?” Instead of answering with words, I sat down beside him and took his hand, tugging lightly until he went up onto his knees with a confused frown. The underwear had my mouth watering. They took a man who was already exquisite and made him mesmerizing. I grasped his hips and pulled him off-balance.
“What the hell?” he snapped, and I pushed on his back until he fell across my lap, and then I settled in and got comfy, putting one hand on his lower back and the other on his neck to keep him from getting up again. “Damn it, what do you think you’re doing?”
Rather than answer him, because this was too much fun, I tickled my finger along the hem of the panties where they cut high on his right asscheek, and he sucked in a breath. Then I spanked him lightly to watch his asscheek jiggle. “This kind.”
Noah hummed and squirmed, and I could tell his cock was taking an interest since it poked against my thigh. “That’s not too bad. Not much of a deterrent, husband,” he said sweetly.
I’d thought I was finished for a bit, after how fucking good it was to come on him, but that one word in that compliant tone, which I was sure he meant to be a bit mocking, had me firm and aching again in no time. I brought my hand down hard on his ass. Noah arched against me.
“If you won’t listen to me the way a good little mouse should”—I growled out, enjoying it when he tensed—“it’ll be more like this.” I put some muscle behind the next smack and moved his entire body against mine. He bit his lip and rocked, rubbing his cock along my thigh in an unapproved, but completely fucking tasty, maneuver that let me know he was primed to come again already.
“If I ever do something to you that you can’t stand, say.... Hmm.... What would be a good safeword for my little husband, who really doesn’t have much choice? How about lollipops? Can you remember that?”
Noah’s nose wrinkled and he gave me the cutest, most confused look I’d ever seen in my life. “What?”
I shrugged. “Despite what you think, I’m not here to torture you. There are decisions I’ll make about you, and for you, but I don’t want what happened this afternoon to ever repeat.”
