“Breed you?” he finished my sentence, the corner of his lips and one of his hairless brow lifting, gaze full of mischief.
I gritted my teeth. How had I gone from terrified of the slightest touch tothis? “Yes.”
“Did you not want to go to sleep?”
I let out a groan, trying to pull him up and only succeeding because he was kind enough to let me. “I didn’t know sex was not happening in the bedroom. Humans are known to have sex in beds,” I said, thinking about that damn time Jake had made me watch, and the couple of times I’d heard my parents growing up.
For once, it didn’t send me the usual burst of disgust and anxiety. Jake had done this wrong. Had done this other woman wrong.
Filbur was good. Filbur was safe.
“Nets are not safe for sex,” he simply said before he kissed me again.
Andyes, I guess it made sense.
I slid my hands down his back until my fingertips grazed the waistband of his pants. He grinned against my lips and lifted his hips enough for me to push them down.
Naked. My husband was, for the first time, fully naked against me. I couldn’t help but take the time to admire him. The shape of his bulging muscles. The red contrasting with the waves of purple indicating that, no matter how much he tried to keep a straight face, he was as aroused as I was. The bright reddish-orange eyes studied me the same way I was studying him. The softness of his touch as his hands traveled my body.
The angle, shape and size of his cock, hard and begging for attention between us.
My throat bobbed and Filbur noticed. “We do not have to do this now,” he said softly. “No pressure, remember?”
“I want to,” I countered, reaching for his length.
For the first time, heletme. His eyes closed and head fell back, a deep rumble coming out of his throat. It felt soft and warm in my hand as I gave a few slow strokes, mimicking the motion I watched him do himself. The soft spikes along the underside started vibrating against the side of my thumb and he cursed.
“If you want to, we will have to do thisnow.”
I arched a brow as his hand closed around my wrist, stopping me. “Why?”
“Because if you keep stroking me like this, I will come on your stomach again before I can stop it.” Heat rose to my cheeks. I wasn’t surewhybut seeing him reach his climax always sent a wave of heat to my core. I tried giving him another stroke but he gave me a warning look. “Tammy.”
“But I like to see you—”
“I would rather comeinsideyou,” he interrupted. “Which I willnotbe able to do if you make me come right now.”
Oh shit. Yes. Somehow, this thought aroused me even more. I let go of his cock—albeit a bit reluctantly—and bit my lip when he settled more comfortably between my spread legs.
That was it. Filbur was going to fuck me. I was—
“This will hurt a little,” he breathed out, rubbing his vibrating length on my clit. “I am sorry. I will go as slow as possible.”
I knew it would. It took me a few times to not feel the uncomfortable pinching feeling from his fingers alone. But I also knew Filbur had been nothing but kind and careful when it came to me. I knew that, no matter the pain, he would do his best to still make this good for me, even if it took away his own pleasure.
“This will alsonotlast long, and I am sorry for that.” He shifted his hips enough for his tip to slide down and stop at my soaked entrance. Both of our breath hitched and mingled as he slowly entered me.
Although my brain could tune out the slight pain, my body still tensed as he pushed through the resistance.
“I am sorry,” he kept whispering in the crook of my neck, one of his hands braced next to my head for support while the other grasped my hip to hold me in place. “I am so sorry.”
And then a sharp pain, just before he sank all the way in. Not forcefully, but like the resistance gave. Something between a whimper and a moan escaped me as he stilled, releasing a breathy curse.
“Fuck, Tammy. Is this—areyouokay?”
I nodded, the motion jerky and quick. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
His hand left my hip to snake around my waist, adjusting my position without him having to move.
