“I can still smell him on you,” he whispers against my skin.
“He didn’t touch me. I swear, he never laid a hand on me,” I say, desperately, hoping he doesn’t get mad and leave after all.
“What did he do? If he didn’t touch you. What did he do?” He nuzzles his nose under my ear and kisses my jaw.
I’m breathless when I answer, “Nothing. I told him not to, and he didn’t.”
Sutton grumbles and nips at my earlobe, making me gasp. “Tell me what you did with him.”
I swallow the lump growing in my throat. “Are you sure…?”
“Now, Layla,” he barks impatiently. Then, more controlled, he pleads, “I need to know.”
I gesture with my chin toward the bed and tell him, “He lay down…” I take a deep breath before admitting, “Naked.”
My heart pounds against my ribs. I’m sure I scared him away. But instead, Sutton lets go of me and walks to the bed. He strips naked and lies down. My jaw slacks seeing his erection standing stiff and thick between his hips.
“Then what?”
My mouth is dry, and my lips are stiff as I struggle to answer. “I didn’t want him looking at me. I felt like that would be worse somehow. Too intimate. So, I told him to close his eyes.” I lick my lips and gulp down air when Sutton closes his eyes.
What is going on? Why is he torturing himself like this? Won’t it just make it harder to look at me and not see Zayd when we have sex?
“Sutton, I don’t think…”
He opens his eyes and says, sternly, “I don’t want anyone to have experienced something with my wife that I haven’t. Now tell me, what did you do next?”
I nod, and he closes his eyes again.
But instead of telling him, I do exactly what I did with Zayd.
I crawl over him. Straddle his hips and sink onto his lap, letting his cock slip deep inside of me.
It’s hard not to lay my body flush against him, embrace and kiss him. He’s my husband. Nothing is off limits with him. But he wants to know how I did this with Zayd, so I keep my distance to give Sutton the same experience.
I ball my hands into tight fists and brace myself on his rippling abs as I ride him.
Sutton reaches for me.
“No. He never touched me, Sutton. If you want it to be the same, you can’t touch me.”
Sutton keeps his eyes closed and puts his hands at his sides again.
My pussy flutters when he grips the mattress the same way Zayd did. The only thing either of them could do to keep their hands off of me.
I roll my hips, working Sutton’s cock, and my clit against him.
Just like Zayd, Sutton grumbles, expressing his frustration with having to keep himself restrained. Just like with Zayd, it sets my body on fire. My channel clamps down on Sutton’s length with every pulse of my orgasm. In no time, Sutton comes with gritted teeth and stiff hips.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I say when we finish. “Zayd didn’t open his eyes until I told him to. Until after his knot…” I bite my lips together.
I don’t know what will be too much information. Does he really want to know everything? He said he wants to do everything Zayd did, but he can’t knot me. Already, his erection is softening.
“Go on,” he insists.
I take a deep breath and tell him, “His knot only lasted a few minutes, but I couldn’t move. I just sat here.” I flatten my hands on his stomach. “Until it was over.” I push myself off of Sutton’s lap and wrap the sheet around myself before telling him he can open his eyes.
“That was it. That’s all we did,” I say, gripping the sheet against my chest.
