I sucked in a breath and dropped my grip to his hips. “Do you mean it?”
I’d had doubts once I’d started analyzing how I’d acted. He’d seen the glimpses of the kink I’d tried to deny. He’d sensed it, maybe even felt it, when I’d fucked him.
“Don’t ever question that, Ash.” He pushed out his ass some more and planted his forearm against the tiles. “I always wanna feel owned by you.”
Fuck me sideways.
I pushed inside forcefully and clenched my jaw. Oh, he’d feel it again.
He’d feel it for the rest of our lives.
I set a steady pace and peered down to where we were joined. Where he stretched around me so perfectly. Fucking hell. My cock glistened from the oil, showing every ridge.
“Keep pushing back,” I murmured huskily. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to feel owned in our marriage. “Take what’s yours.”
He moaned and started pushing back faster.
No teasing today. We needed to get off, and I just wanted to fill him the fuck up.
I groaned and let my head fall back as the pleasure surged through me.
He fucked himself on my cock the way only he could.
One shudder set off another, and the minutes ticked by, each thrust charging the air further. Until we were both spinning out of control. Groans and grunts flooded the humidity. My grip on his hips had to be painful by now, but neither of us could stop. Before I knew it, I was fucking him as hard as I could, and he was coming against the wall.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted.
My orgasm hit me hard, causing my knees to buckle, and I had to press Nate up against the wall before I slipped and fell like a senior citizen. Fucking hell, the pleasure was almost too much.
“Give me all of it, baby,” he groaned.
I gritted my teeth and pumped my cock into him a few more times before I was completely fucking spent.
Jesus fuck.
I squeezed him to me and sank my teeth into his shoulder, my chest rising and falling too fast.
Breathe.
All mine. You’re mine, baby. I own you. Nobody else.
I threaded our fingers together and kissed his fingertips.
Traffic was way calmer now, thankfully.
Nate smiled and faced forward again, after checking Paws’s carrier in the back seat. “Part of me can’t believe Penelope actually got you a cat for your birthday.”
I chuckled quietly.
Pen knew me. She knew how lonely I’d been. She also knew I loved cats and dogs but didn’t have the time for a dog.
“He’s been my therapist lately,” I said. “I’ve told him all about you.”
“Oh dear. So if the cat ends up hating me, it’s your fault.”
I grinned. Nah. Well. Maybe a little. In my defense… “In my defense, I didn’t know until a few days ago that you were single again. I thought you were with that fucker. So my shit-talk about you was completely justified.”
“Oh God—oh no.” He dragged a hand over his face and cringed. “I am so sorry, Ash. It didn’t even occur to me to tell you. I handled that situation so terribly that I wanted to forget it ever happened once I ended things. Eli was too understanding and forgiving—I was just embarrassed.”
