Page 115 of My Husband Problem

She says it so easily that my entire body throbs with want.

And I do exactly as she asks. I lick over her clit, and she cries out, clearly right on the edge. Then I suck lightly before sliding my tongue down and thrusting in and out of her sweet, wet channel. She is chanting my name, gripping my hair and arching up closer to my mouth. I fuck her as deeply as I can with my tongue, then return to circling her clit. And it's mere seconds before she goes off. She arches against me, and cries out my name, loud and clear.

I only give her a few seconds before I kiss my way back up her body and fasten my mouth to hers. I kiss her deeply, then lift my head. “That was fucking beautiful.”

She kisses me again and says breathlessly, “Thank you. That was so good.”

I reach for the bag of dilators. “You start small and work up, right?” That’s what the Internet said.

She nods. I withdraw the smallest, but she says, “We can go bigger than that.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” I say without thinking, looking for the next biggest of the five.

She makes a sweet, soft sound that’s not quite a moan, not quite a whimper. I look up and realize that she liked that. I run my hand down her thigh. “You like, Beautiful Girl?”

“Yes. Not as much as Firework,” she tells me.

I drop my forehead to her stomach. “You are so fucking perfect.”

I feel her fingers stroke through my hair.

“This whole thing is perfect.” Her voice is soft and husky.

I meet her gaze. “It really is.” I hope she realizes that I mean more than just this time in bed naked. It’s too soon to tell her that I’m in love with her, but I hope I can show her with my actions. I hold up the second-largest silicone dilator. But she shakes her head. I pull out the third and hold it up.

“You’ve got me… really relaxed.”

I run the tip up her thigh.

“I think I can do number four.”

“My amazing goddess, I don’t want you to push too hard.”

“I’m good.”

I trust her. “Show me how it works.”

She runs her hand over her stomach. She circles her clit, then slides her middle finger into her pussy. “Just…insert it…here.”

I chuckle even as my cock pulses with need. “You want me to do it, Firework?”

“Yes, if you’re okay with that.”

Instead of answering, I lift the wand to my mouth and slide it into my mouth to wet it.

Her lips part with surprise.

Then I press it gently against her clit before sliding it down to her entrance. “Like this?” I start to ease it into her.

“Yes,” she gasps softly.

Watching the cylinder disappear into her hot, wet body is beautiful and excruciating at the same time. “You are such a good girl,” I tell her as I slide the dilator slowly into her. “Working on this all this time, so we can be together like this. Thank you for that. Making it so I can enjoy this gorgeous, sweet body. So I get to experience this perfect pussy.”

She gives a soft moan, and I see her hand grip the duvet.

I stop, keeping my voice slow and calm. “I want you to feel good, every fucking minute. You understand? You are going to tell me exactly what you need.”

I know that she will respond better to firm, near commands rather than me asking things like,are you okay?I ease the tool out slightly, then press again. “So fucking perfect,” I praise. “You’re doing so well. I love being here with you like this.”