Page 129 of My Husband Problem

She’s breathing fast but meets my eyes.

“You feel incredible,” I tell her honestly, instead of asking how she is.

I have to trust she’ll tell me. I have to give her agency here. I have to let her have this.

But it’s killing me. In two ways. One, not constantly asking how she’s feeling and if she’s fine and if it’s good. God help me, this has to be good.

I am also fighting every instinct to slam my body into hers and fuck her harder than I have ever fucked in my life. My body needs hers. Telling her she feels incredible is an immense understatement. She feels like she was made to wrap around my cock and absolutely suck pleasure out of me.

She nods quickly. “I’m good.”

I stop. That is not a declaration of bliss.

I pull back slowly as I’ve done with my fingers. She takes a deep breath. It seems almost relieved. I stay there, only about an inch inside.

She is focused on my chin, breathing deeply.

“Astrid.” I keep my tone gentle but firm.

“Again, please,” she says softly.

She is in charge, so I press into her slowly, only a couple of inches. I notice the way she tenses immediately.

Fuck.

I, of course, tense in reaction.

“Talk to me,” I tell her.

“It’s just a little tight,” she says.

“But not bad tight?”

“New tight,” she tries.

I pull in a deep breath and make my thoughts straighten out. My job here is to help her. It’s to make this work for her. It’s to make this good for her.

“Is it painful?” I ask.

She swallows. “A little.”

“I’m going to pull out and?—”

She grabs my forearm. “No, please don’t.”

I pause. Then nod. “Play with your clit,” I tell her. “Use your fingers. Make this fantasy just like all of those nights. But now I’m here.” I lean and put my mouth against her neck, kissing and sucking gently. “Now I’m actually here, my big cock between your legs. Fucking you like you’ve always wanted.”

She drags in a deep, shaky breath, and I feel her hand move between us. She starts circling over her clit, and I move my hips, the smallest amount, pulling back and then sinking in just an inch.

I feel her start to relax, and her breathing deepens.

“That’s it, my gorgeous wife,” I coach.

She takes an even deeper breath, and the circles speed up.

“That’s my girl,” I tell her. “This tight, hot pussy is perfect, Firework,” I praise. “You’re perfect.”

“Declan,” she breathes.