“Thesleepingroom. Where is it?”
I softly removed his scarf—that I recently learned he was wearing to give to me in case I got cold—and traced a line of kisses over his collarbone.
“Why would we go to the sleeping room?” he panted, his hands finding a comfortable spot over my ass. “Are you…tired?”
It was my turn to look at him with confusion. “No?”
I mean, I was alittletired, but not enough not to enjoy our first real alone time in two weeks.
“Why would we go to the sleeping—”
“To havesex, Filbur. I’m telling you now is the time for sex.”
His eyes widened. Why the hell was he surprised? It wasn’t like we hadn’t talked about it before…In fact we talked about ita lotin the past few days.
“Sleeping rooms are not meant for sex,” he stated, but his hold around me tightened as he led us toward the very comfortable looking couch just a few feet away. “They are meant for sleep.”
“We did—” I paused, shuddering as he finally kissed me. “Things. In the tent.”
“Migration is different,” he said between kisses. “Now we arehome.”
My ass and back landed on the plush cushions and Filbur found his place between my legs. At this point, he usually would look around nervously, making sure that we werein factalone. But not here. Not now.
His kiss was hungry and slow at once. His hands deftly as they untied the little knots holding my green dress together. In under a minute, I wasfullynaked in front of him for the first time since we met.
“Finally,” he breathed out, lowering his head to kiss a trail between my breasts. “No clothes allowed in the house for a few days, alright?”
An embarrassing giggle escaped my throat when he reached my navel. “Fine by me.”Especiallyif he wasn’t wearing any either.
I was well used to the feeling of his tongue sliding across my center now, and yet, I never seemed to grow tired of it. My back arched as he slowly circled the sensitive nerves—aclitoristhe book had said.
“You are already so wet,” he said in appreciation, his fingers now nudging at my entrance. “Alwaysso wet for me…”
I’d stopped being embarrassed about this the first time hepraisedme for it. It seemed my wetness turned him on and I was more than happy about what happened when he was.
Filbur had shown me sex was all about pleasure.Notpain. And now I craved it—cravedhim—constantly.
My breath caught at the intrusion of his first finger, but the slight discomfort was quickly replaced by pleasure when he reached deep enough to press on my G-spot, his lips still closed around my clit, his tongue swirling against the skin furiously.
“Fil, I—”
He groaned, sending delicious vibrations, and fucked me harder with his finger.
I couldn’t stop it.
I pushed against his shoulders, trying to make him let go but my stubborn husband didn’t budge.
“Oh my god, Filbur—”
My body jerked but he held me in place, another finger joining the first, his face still latched even as water started to pour out from my core.
He was gonnadrown.
“Fil,please—” I gasped.
He eventually listened—kind of. Our eyes met, his fingers still thrusting leisurely as he licked his lips. “Please what?”
“Please, stop toying with me and—”
