Page 143 of The Devil’s Lair

“Oh, my… Jesus.”

I palm my dick through my trousers. Christ, this is hotter than even I thought it would be. I’m leaking already, and we’ve barely started.

“Play with your tits.”

She arches her back, hand sliding over her stomach and cupping her right breast.

I unfasten my belt. “Just like that. God, Wren, you’re stunning.”

A low groan spills out of her. “Tobias, this is… I can’t describe it.”

She’s getting into her stride now, embarrassment and nerves vanishing as pleasure takes over. I could watch her like this for hours, legs scissoring, fingers plucking at her nipples, hips thrusting up as she chases her climax.

I reach inside my boxers and pull out my dick. One squeeze, and I’m so close. Too fucking close. I don’t want to come yet. It’s too soon. Still, I can’t stop touching myself, can’t take my eyes off my wife writhing on the bed and muttering words I can’t make out.

This beats watching strangers, tenfold. A hundred-fold. My need back then was a means to an end, a way of gaining a little relief from the demons hiding behind a wall the child in me built two decades ago. The solace never lasted though, and I couldn’t figure out why. Why I was never truly satisfied.

Now, I know.

This is what I was searching for. A true connection with a woman I’m madly in love with. If she does agree to try watching others, I probably won’t last thirty seconds.

Rebecca cries out, and I come all over my hand, spilling onto my trousers, the chair, the floor.

“Fuck.”

Through hooded eyes, I look over at my wife and see her skin flushed, her pussy glistening, dark hair draped over her shoulders. She’s never looked more beautiful.

I grab a handful of tissues from a stack on the table next to me and clean myself up. Stripping out of my clothes, I join her on the bed, resting my hand on the curve of her waist.

“How do you feel?”

“That was hot. Watching you watching me… I never thought something like that would turn me on.”

“It definitely has its appeal.”

“And seeing you…”

“Coming like a teenager who got his first glimpse of a woman’s naked body. I know. I’m such a catch. Stamina is obviously my middle name.”

She giggles. “I think you just gave yourself a nickname. Stamina, it is.”

I groan. “I beg of you, please only call me that in private. If my brothers, or God forbid, Saskia overhears you, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“My lips are sealed.”

I cup her cheek, gazing into her eyes. “I love you, Mrs. De Vil.”

“Love you, too.” She reaches down, wrapping her hand around my dick. I instantly feel a twinge, a flow of blood, a warmth in my abdomen. I pick up the Lem.

“Toy or tongue?”

She grins at me. “Why not both?”

Chapter Forty-Four

TOBIAS

Two months later…