Page 117 of My Husband Problem

“I especially like it from you,” she admits.

I look from the gorgeous sight literally in my hands to her face.

Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts are rising and falling with her breathing, and her eyes are locked on me.

“Whenever you need to be told that you are fucking incredible, you come to me,” I tell her, easing my finger in a little further.

She moans, and her hand comes down to circle my wrist. But she doesn’t stop me or pull me away. She presses me deeper.

“Oh my God, it feels good. Oh, thank God. It feels so good.”

Thank God is right. I feel a relieved breath escape, and I settle in a little more fully. I am just now aware of how tightly I was holding myself.

“You’re amazing,” I tell her, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.

“You’re making me feel amazing,” she tells me, her voice shaky. “Can you make me come like this?”

“I am very happy to give it my best effort.”

I pull my finger out slowly, then ease it back in.

Again, she simply moans, so I do it again. Then again. I pick up the pace slightly when she lifts her hips, as if trying to get closer.

“Play with your pretty nipples,” I order her as I lower my mouth to her clit.

I flick my tongue over it and suck gently.

I start to lift my head to give her a further order, but there’s no need.

The next moment, I feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers as she comes.

“Declan!”

I lift my head swiftly to look up at her, but her head is thrown back in pleasure, her neck arched, one hand on her breast, but now simply cupping it.

I keep my fingers in place, but stop moving.

She slumps back against the mattress and takes a long, deep breath.

Then she looks down at me.

“Oh my God.”

Now I do ask the question. “Are you okay? Any pain?”

She shakes her head, opens her mouth, and then simply starts crying.

I immediately crawl up her body and pull her into my chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Astrid.”

“I’m so sorry. It’s so dumb to cry.”

I cup the back of her head and stroke my hand down her back. “There’s nothing dumb about it. Do whatever you need to do.”

“I’m just so… happy. I didn’t know if it would happen. And it did. The first time. You made it happen. Twice.”

She’s babbling a little, but I hear and understand every single word.

My chest tightens, but it’s not with fear or nerves now. It’s with the deep realization that I love this woman completely, and there is nothing that I ever want her to have to face on her ownagain. I want to know absolutely everything, and I want to be the one to help her with it all.