Page 124 of Fall Over You

“There you go, baby. Come all over his cock for me.”

I want to smile at how he’s put me into a scene where we have an extra partner, all without giving up what he needs. I’m so proud of him for coming into this part of himself, and it’s a heady pleasure. Tiny whimpers creep from my throat and Tyler cups my neck.

“So perfect, baby.”

Those tender words send me over the edge, clamping my thighs around the toy to Tyler’s endless praise. His eyes go soft as he looks at me, wrecked for him, by him. His thumb drags under my lips, then slides between them.

“What a beautiful mess you are.”

I slump forward, resting against his thighs while he strokes my back and hair. I close my eyes against his touch, shaking from everything that just happened, the physical and emotional wringing out.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Amazing,” I sigh. “You?”

“I’ll be better if you get on this bed.”

I look up at him, alarmed, but he nudges me upward anyway.

“I know you can do it. Face down, ass up, legs wide.”

“Tyler,” I say, not sure what else to do.

“Are you done?” he asks.

“Well. No.”

He hauls me up to sit on the bed and tackles me, covering me in kisses before he wrestles me in to position and peels off my underwear. “You heard me, baby. Face down, ass up, legs wide.”

I hold myself that way, and he shimmies to be face-up between my legs. He kisses my clit before giving me a long, tender lick. My hips curl, the sensation not bad, but overwhelming. He takes his time, eventually pulling down on my hips to immerse himself in me.

This is my husband, the man who, by law, I am bound to for the rest of my life. The man I love. The man I was afraid to dream of having for my own, and who is now completely possessed by me, and I by him.

I’ve already come twice and he’s working toward a third. I rock my hips over his face, earning a deep moan. I’m spread so wide, exposed, held, loved, and when I shatter against his tongue again, I muffle my screams into the pillow.

Seconds later, Tyler is out of the bed. The dildo appears in front of my face, now suctioned to the headboard.

“Suck it,” he demands, and I do, eager to give him whatever he wants.

He tugs my hips backward and drives into my pussy, emitting a deep growl as he settles into my wet heat.

A drip rolls between my cheeks and his finger spreads what I assume is lube all around my tight hole. “My perfect, beautiful wife,” he coos. “Showing me how good you take it in all your holes.”

I relax around the silicone in my mouth, and he goes on.

“You know what they say. Two’s company.” The toy presses against my back entrance, sliding in easily with the lube. “But three’s a crowd.”

I gasp when the plug starts to meet resistance, wondering if the intensity will relent and how much more pleasure I can take.

I can take more, and I will, because I want to.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Put it in,” I plead, spitting out the dildo. “Oh my god, Tyler.”

His large hand rests on my ass, dishing out soothing rubs as he works the plug into my hole. I whine as he withdraws from me, but delight in the slick sound of him working himself in his hand. He delivers a gentle kiss to my ass cheek that sends goosebumps up my back.

He continues massaging my ass, making all my sensations start to condense between my legs again.