Page 116 of My Husband Problem

“It’s good,” she says, nearly panting. “Declan, it’s really good.”

I bite my tongue before I ask,are you sure?She is sure. She knows what she’s doing. She knows her body. She’s done this a million times. The fact that she’s letting me be a part of this, trusting me to do this, is a fucking miracle. I just need to be here with her and make it good.

“I can’t wait to feel your heat and your wetness. I’m so fucking glad I can help get you wet like this, Astrid,” I tell her.

“Thinking of you always gets me wet.”

“That is the best thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tell her honestly.

“Even better than ‘you just made another billion dollars’?” she asks, sounding like she’s having a hard time getting enough air into her lungs even as she teases me.

I lower my head and press a kiss to her stomach, then drag my mouth down to her inner thigh. “I would give a hundred billion to be here like this with you.”

“You…can you…?”

“Anything.”

“Would you try with your fingers instead?”

I freeze. Then, again, instead of asking if she's sure, I say the next thing that comes to mind. “I would fucking love to.”

She gives me almost a shy smile, which is hilarious considering where we are and what we’re doing. I withdraw thedilator and, with my eyes locked on her, say, “Blushing?Now,Mrs. O’Grady?”

Her inner thighs tense slightly at the Mrs. O’Grady, and I make a note that she likes that.

I fucking love that she likes that.

I lift the little cylinder to my mouth and suck it clean, making her eyes widen before I toss it onto the duvet. “You are my new favorite flavor,” I tell her, moving to settle more fully between your thighs.

“I am very happy to hear that,” she tells me.

“You think that now,” I tell her, running a hand up and down her thigh. “But I think I’m addicted. I’m going to want to be right here a lot. You might get sick of me.”

She laughs lightly. “I very much doubt that.”

I lean in and pepper kisses up her inner thigh to her mound again. I lick lightly over her clit, then brush my fingers over the same spot.

“Jesus, I can’t wait to feel you,” I tell her. I try not to let on that I’m a little nervous about this. I don’t want to hurt her. I know there’s a chance, and I know that we’ll work through it, and that it’s an important step for both of us. But fuck, the idea of putting my hands on her and hurting her in any way makes a huge knot tighten my lower gut.

“Touch me, Declan,” she says, pleading in her tone.

Well, I am definitely not going to let my wife beg me for that.

I circled the tip of my tongue over her clit as I run my middle finger around her opening, testing for any tension and making sure she’s nice and wet.

She is, and the only reaction I get is a sweet, low moan.

I ease my finger into the first knuckle. Her stomach sucks in slightly, and I can tell she’s holding her breath.

“Breathe, Firework,” I tell her. “You’re so hot and wet, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Praying silently that that is true, I slide my finger a little further. She takes me easily, and I hear the moan escape between her pretty lips.

“That’s it. Good girl,” I praise.

I feel a little flutter around my fingers, and it is definitely not pain. “My wife likes to be praised,” I comment. “I suppose that makes sense, since you’ve been performing and showing off how amazing you are for years.”

I circle my finger slowly around the ring of muscles, testing for any tension or pain.