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Chapter Eighteen

Inara

I’m putting Tony’s shirts into one of the dresser drawers when he emerges from the bathroom. He’s bare-chested and, holy hell, he’s gained some muscle while being away. With water droplets glistening across his sculpted pecs and back, he looks positively scrumptious. But my stomach twists when my gaze lands on the shrapnel scar. He must’ve been lucky to walk away with just the one minor injury, and I’m not sure I really want to know what happened.

Tony pauses when he spots me. “What are you doing?”

I glance down at the last of his shirts in my hand. “Just putting your things away. If that’s alright with you? I figured it was time for you to move into the bedroom.”

Something flickers across his face and is gone the next moment. “That... that sounds nice, thanks.” His gaze darts to mine and then drops to the floor. My big, brawny husband, going shy on me. It’s adorable. Especially since I know he’s not that insecure. Not with the way he’d turned painting into foreplay earlier.

My God, I can’t stop thinking about his tongue, those lips, and his arms just taking me and lifting me. I was so damn wet. I slam the drawer shut and hurry over to the bed, plopping down on it and waiting. I don’t care if I look eager. I am eager. No shame in that.

I glance at the knotted towel around Tony’s hips and lick my lips. Eager to get my hands all over my husband’s naked body.

Tony is a little more hesitant as he climbs into bed. Into my bed. The scent of soap floats right under my nose and all I can picture is every place on his body he rubbed with that bar only moments ago. He smiles as if reading my mind.

“I’m happy you’re home.” I turn to him and my chest warms. After six weeks of missing him, it’s nice to have him next to me. And now it’s time to show him just how much.

I bite my lower lip and begin slowly undoing the top button of the romper I threw on over my sexy violet lacy bra while he was in the shower. “Really happy, actually.”

Tony’s eyes fixate on my hands and fingers undoing each button. I really want to rip the damn thing off, but I want to show him how nice a slow buildup can be. With each button I undo, the rate at which his chest rises and falls increases. And when I undo the last button, Tony groans.

I let the romper fall to the floor and stand in front of him wearing a violet-lace thong and matching push-up bra. I take a couple of steps closer to him and run my fingers along his exposed arm. “You like what you see?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows but he doesn’t respond.

I lift his hand and let his rough fingers run along the curve of my cleavage. “You can touch me, Tony.”

I climb into bed and move the fluffy comforter aside so we’re both exposed. I look over at Tony, still wrapped in a towel, as he gets harder and harder. His hand moves to his dick and he rubs it softly over the fabric.

“I was thinking we could do something a little different tonight.” I reach over to my nightstand and pull out my favorite purple vibrator. Tony’s eyes go wide. I’m not sure exactly how inexperienced he is in bed, but sex toys are one of my favorite things to incorporate, and I’m always thrilled to perform for my partners. The idea that they’re there, watching me get off to them, always gives me some of the most intense orgasms.

And the idea I’ll most likely be the one introducing Tony to this kind of play makes me downright wet.

“I’m not sure I know how to use that on you.” His voice cracks the slightest bit as if he’s embarrassed.

I reach over and run my hand across his bare chest. He is so defined, I want to stop and run my tongue along the lines of his muscles, down his stomach to the tip of his hard dick. I want to run the pre-cum along my lips and lick them so he can watch me taste him. But he also needs to learn what I like and, as Taya mentioned, I might as well teach him. “Well, maybe you can just watch instead?”

I lift the vibrator to my mouth and run it across my lips. I lick it from the bottom to the top, before pushing it into my mouth, showing him exactly what I can do. The action of prepping the vibrator for my body sends chills over my skin and causes my pussy to pulsate. I’m ready to show him exactly how I like to be touched and fucked. I turn the vibrator on, and Tony looks startled at first, but then like he just hit the jackpot. I wink at him and run the humming vibrator over his nipples. “It’s only a gentle buzz.”

Tony’s eyes are glued to me as I lie back on the bed and lift my curls to spread across the pillow. I open my legs wide. I turn the vibrator off for a minute and let my hand slide from my neck down over my breasts. I lift one out of my bra and roll the nipple between my fingers and moan. Tony reaches over and I let him run his hand across the curve. He flicks my nipple, puts it between his fingers and pinches tight enough it stings a little, but in a good way. He’s learning already.

“Mmm.” I take his hand and run it down my belly and then off to my side, resting it gently on the bed. “Now, just watch,” I say while shutting my eyes and licking my lips. As much as I want his hands all over me, I want to do this with him. I want us to explore each other in this kind of way.

I let my hand move back to the center of my stomach and then all the way to between my legs. Normally I would just slide my panties off, but there’s something so hot about the idea of leaving them on. I spread my legs wider and use my other hand to push my panties over. I take my fingers and lick them before moving them to spread my lips and let my finger graze against my clit. The soft touch makes me shiver and whimper in pleasure. I inhale and plunge my fingers deep inside.

“Feels so good,” I say, turning to Tony, moving my fingers in and out slowly while my other hand holds my panties aside.

“I’m so hard.” His voice is raspy and his eyes are plastered to my body.

“Why don’t you show me how hard you are?” I start running my thumb against my clit as he undoes the knot on the towel. My mouth drops open. He’s hard and big, and the idea of having him inside me sends a shock of pleasure through me. I push my fingers in deeper and deeper, loving the image of him in my bed with his hand tight around his cock. We might be working our own bodies, but it’s as if I’m closer to him in this moment than I ever have been. He starts moving his hand up and down the shaft, running his thumb over the tip.

“I like watching you stroke yourself like that.” My eyes are half closed and my lip is between my teeth. I reach up and unclasp my bra, letting my breasts fall loose. Tony leans over and kisses my shoulders and my neck. Finally, when I can’t stand it any longer, I reach for the vibrator. I sit up and push my back against the wall and turn my body slightly toward him. Tony follows my idea and sits up too.

I want him to watch how slowly I glide it in, how my pussy spreads for it the way it’ll spread for him. He moans and his hand moves up and down quicker and quicker, but his eyes stay open the whole time. I take the vibrator and place it between my legs. I put the head right against my clit and I turn it on.

I can’t help it when a deep, guttural moan escapes my lips. I love the idea Tony is sitting here, watching me get off like I’ve gotten off so many times when I’ve thought about his dick entering me over and over again. I let the vibrator slide into my pussy and I push my hips into it.

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