“You said you’d work for it,” she says. She leans in and presses her lips to my jaw, my throat, and keeps her hand moving and I tip my head back and let her. She murmurs, “So work for it.”
I drop my head back against the headboard. A laugh comes out of me before I can stop it. I did say that. Fuck my life.
Of course Lila would have way too much fun holding me to my promise.
Then I get both hands back on her breasts because if she’s not going to let me touch her pussy, I’m going to make her want me to.
“You’re so good,” I tell her, squeezing her tits. Playing with her nipples until they get red and puffy. “So good to me. You feel so good.”
As I play with her tits, her breathing changes. Her strokes get less steady. Her free hand braces against my abs and her hips shift forward looking for friction that isn’t there and I feel her getting desperate and I keep going, my thumbs moving in slow circles, my mouth finding her throat, her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder.
“Slade,” she gasps. “Touch me.”
My teeth find the shell of her ear and graze gently. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”
“Slade.” Breathless now. Her hips roll forward again. “Please.”
Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted and her hair is falling around her shoulders. She’s so beautiful I feel it like a physical pressure in my chest. I can’t believe she’s in my arms. Can’t believe she’s touching me and letting me touch her.
“Please what,” I say.
She holds my gaze. “Touch my pussy. Please.”
Fuck. I nearly come right there.
I slide my hand down, finding her already so slick and hot and fucking perfect.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur. “You’re so wet. All this for me?”
“Only you,” she says. “Always.” Her voice comes out unsteady because my fingers are moving and she’s already so close. I’ve been thinking about this for months but the reality of her is so far beyond anything I imagined that I lose track of everything except her.
Her hand has stilled on my cock.
I keep going. Keep sliding my fingers from her slit to her clit, circling there, dipping into her wet tight heat.
“Keep stroking me,” I say against her throat. “I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you soak my hand. I want to feel you doing it while I come all over you.”
She starts moving again, her grip unsteady, losing her rhythm every time my fingers curl inside her and find something that makes her breath stutter. I work her with two fingers in her deep, my thumb circling her clit in steady passes that make her hips chase my hand. She’s dripping with every stroke, her inner walls fluttering. I can practically see the tension coiling in her entire body.
“That’s it,” I say roughly. “I can feel your pussy gripping me so tight.” I press my thumb harder against her clit and feel her clench around my fingers and my cock pulses in her hand. “Such a greedy cunt. Squeezing me so hard. Like you don’t want to let go.”
She bites back a moan, her teeth sinking into my shoulder instead, and her inner muscles pulse around my fingers in long rhythmic waves. Her hand goes tight on my cock as she tips over the edge.
She comes with her face buried in my neck and my name in her mouth. Her cunt locked around my fingers so tight I feel every single pulse of it, every wave. The feel of her, slick and tight, is too much to withstand.
I come hard. Harder than I expected. The pressure that’s been building since she first wrapped her hand around me releases all at once. I groan into her hair and spill hot over her hand, spurting across my abs, and she holds me until I’m empty and breathing ragged against her shoulder.
She looks up at me with those dark eyes, satisfied and warm, and brings her fingers to her lips.
I watch as she licks them clean, slow and lingering, holding my gaze the entire time.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Baby, what was that? Are you kidding me?”
She just smiles. “Feeling better?”
I exhale slowly. “Yeah. Okay. I’m the luckiest husband in the world.”
She grins. Full and bright and completely pleased with herself, her cheeks still flushed.
