I smile against her pussy. Yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear. Sure, it’s not ‘husband’, but as long as she knows whose currently going down on her… yeah. I can handle her losing herself enough to shout my name to the rafters like that.
“Sebastien… ohGod?—”
“God can’t help you, love,” I murmur, speaking against her clit, hoping the reverberations of my voice help rev her even higher. “You’re being kissed by a devil, and you’re owned byan outcast. But that’s the best thing about fucking the bad boy, baby. He knows how to make a good girl feelamazing.”
Big talk, but I sure as fuck back it up.
Then again, her nails scrape my scalp, and I almost losemyfucking mind. Her taste… she tastes so good, I could spend the rest of eternity between these thighs. Only my aching cock, screaming, begging, pleading for its turn keeps me from dragging my worship of the most beautiful creature I’ve ever known into another lifetime.
We have one. A long one, aforever… and it starts withthis.
I wait for my wife to come. When she finally does, when shebreaks,I hurriedly get to my feet, catching her before she can slump forward.
I flip her around before she has any idea what I’m doing, guiding her hands to the sink and bending her gently over the counter. Her breath fogs the mirror.
Caging her beneath me, I have an arm arms braced on either side of her,, my chest pressed to her back, pinning her beneath me.
Fuck. Her body fits against mine perfectly, like she was made for this.
Made for me.
“Look at yourself,” I whisper against her ear. “Look at what you do to me.”
She glances up. Together, we both watch our reflections. The hungry, determined look on my face. The dazed, well-pleasured expression on hers. Her cheeks are pink. Mine are hollowed.
I’mstarving, and all I do is feed on how beautiful my wife looks in the aftermath of an orgasm.
I look closer. That… that’s not hesitation on her face. That’s pure want, even as she reminds me in a breathless, husky voice, “You said that you’ll wait until I’m ready.”
Oh. Iknow.
Reaching down, I dip my pointer finger inside of her. When I pull it back out, it’s shiny with her arousal and my saliva. I hold it up so that she can see it in the reflective glass. “Yeah, I think you’re more than ready.”
She doesn’t argue with me after that. Just like our first time together, she just gropes behind her, searching for my cock so that she could feed it inside her waiting pussy.
Uh-uh, love. Let your husband take care of you this time.
I squeeze her fingers, then shove them away. She whimpers, back to bracing herself on the vanity, and I grab my cock. She’s so slick, that I miss the first time I try. Feeling like an unpracticed teen, I mutter a curse under my breath, telling myself to focus. I want her to want me as much as I do her, and if I fuck this up
Yes! My cock lodges inside of her heat. She groans to feel me stretching her out. Knowing damn well that it better have been more than four months for her like it has been for me, I press into her… going slow, making her take every inch… pushing until I can’t give her any more.
She moans my name. “Sebastien…”
For her, I want to be Sebastien. I’ll always be Bas Reynolds, but when Annaliese insists on using my full name, I feel like she’s christening me anew every single fucking time. She gives new meaning to the name I’ve tried to shed over the years. Instead of clenching when I hear the syllables, I have to do everything I can not to run to the bathroom and jerk off.
That’s how I’ve managed all these months. At first, I just wasn’t interested in casual sex anymore. After we were married, all I wanted was to be with my wife.
And now I finally am.
“You belong to me,” I pant, nuzzling her neck, grunting softly as I drag my cock halfway out before shoving myself back in, making her bump up against the vanity. She doesn’t complainin fact, she squeals so I do it again… again… andagain.“You understand me, Annaliese? You’re mine, and that means I belong to you.”
Her knees buckle.
That’s okay, I hold her up so that she doesn’t go anywhere except on my cock..
“The next time one of those women touches me without your permission?” I hiss darkly against her throat. “I’ll do worse to her than you did. And you’ll smile as you watch because you… you’re just as broken as I am, Annaliese Reynolds. And that’s why we found our way to each other. Because, fuck it, we weremeantto.”
She gasps as I quicken my pace, railing her as she clings to the porcelain sink for dear life. “Sebastien?—”
