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My hands reach for her of their own volition. Ingrid moves into my arms without protest, which lets my heart relax.

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Is it crazy of me to be channeling my inner Kitty? The only reason I could walk out of the bathroom with confidence in that little blue number is because I was thinking of Kitty whipping her own nightgown off in front of the arrogant duke.

At least I have this much to show for it — I’m positive Justin no longer sees me as a little girl. Although the look on his face when I suggested he was into age playwaspretty priceless. Except he seems to have retreated to prudish behavior. Did I make him self-conscious? What a thought…

I snuggle into his embrace, determined to love him enough to soften those edges. He kisses the top of my head. “Are we friends now, Justin?” I ask curiously.

I can feel him still while he thinks. “We’re married,” he responds slowly.

“And?”

“It changes things,” he acknowledges finally.

“Well, my friends call me Ing,” I inform him softly.

Justin grumbles, “Makes you sound like a part of speech.”

“There’s not much you can do with Ingrid,” I remind him. “Besides, if you get used to it, then I’m always on your mind — kiss-Ing, love-Ing, fuck-I…” I shriek in surprise when he interrupts me by thrusting his hand between my thighs, his blunt fingers teasing my folds. I moan into his mouth, which claimed mine while I was busy being distracted by his fingers. He pulls back just enough to say, “I prefer my own nickname for you.”

“What’s that?” I inquire breathlessly just as his thumb finds my clit and sends me over the edge.

“Trouble,” he growls while sliding his fingers deeper into my pussy. He curls them, pressing expertly against my walls until he finds the magic spot. My head twists back in surprise. “Justin!”

“I want you to cum for me again, sweetness. That’s right. Just like that.”

My whole body spasms with the force of sensations he’s wringing from me with just his hand. I want to ask him when he’s going to fuck me properly, but something in me won’t let the words out. Instead, I stay quiet except for those little moans that keep popping out whenever he shifts his hand. Eventually, he withdraws his fingers and pulls me tighter against his chest. “Go to sleep, baby,” he growls into the top of my head.

I wake up to find myself half sprawled over the top of him. I can tell by his even breathing that he’s still asleep. I’m just about to slowly slide off of him when I realize something else. This must be what they mean by ‘morning wood’. His cock is nestled against my pussy, warm and firm. My pussy starts to pulse in response. Gently, I shift my legs closer together so I can feel him between my thighs. I wish I could see at the same time, but I’m learning him by touch instead. Quite frankly, he feels huge.

“Mmm. Trouble, like I said,” Justin mumbles in a gravelly voice. One hand clamps down on my ass.

I peek up at his face through my lashes. His eyes are still closed. I close my thighs, imprisoning his erection. My clit flares to life and I shift slightly to give it more friction. Justin’s eyes pop open. “What’s my dirty girl up to so early in the morning?” His hand leaves my ass and probes between our bodies until he latches on to my clit. He tugs lightly. I whimper. Justin closes his eyes again with a small smile.

“Justin!” My whole body is now pulsing with need and he’s going back to sleep.

“What?” he inquires mildly, without opening his eyes.

“Why did you stop?” I wail.

He grins. “Did you want something, Ingrid? Use your words,” he goads me.

I grind my teeth. “Please fuck me properly,” I finally ask with saccharine sweetness. I guess not all the conflict has fled our relationship.

“Not yet,” he responds mildly, making me growl with frustration. “But I will put you in a sweeter mood while you reward my cock for his attentions.”

Of all the —

“Now be a good girl and come here so I can kiss you.” He tugs on my braid, only smirking more broadly when I glare at him. But I want that kiss, so eventually I scoot up to where our faces are level. It means leaving the delicious weight of his cock behind. So naturally, I’m pouting when Justin’s mouth descends on mine.

His kiss is mind blowing, firm and decisive, his lips work magic. And yet somehow he can multitask to the point of guiding my hand down to his cock, demonstrating with his hand over mine exactly how he likes to be touched. I admit I’m fascinated. It’s like steel covered in velvety skin, warm and responsive. When my fingers stretch down and back to find his balls, Justin shudders. And that’s when I truly feel like one half of a whole. I have power. Power to make him losecontrol, to bring him pleasure, maybe even to make him happy.

I’m relishing this new knowledge when his hand slips between my thighs once again. This time, he immediately slides three fingers along my slit, coating them in my juices before wedging them into my channel as far as he can. I moan into his mouth, my hand instinctively tightening around his cock as his fingers continue to stretch me wide. Justin doesn’t withdraw his hand, instead keeping up the insistent, steady pressure. When I whimper slightly, his thumb lands on my clit, moving it gently from side to side. His fingers slide all the way in. He leaves them there for a minute while I stroke his cock more firmly. There’s something about having his fingers stuffed in my pussy that makes me not feel like being delicate. And he doesn’t seem to be complaining!

Something shifts, though. His body tenses slightly and that’s when he moves his hand, in and out, faster and faster until I can’t tell what direction anymore. His mouth continues to dominate mine, his tongue sweeping through with skill and arrogance. Justin grunts slightly and that’s my only warning before his cum shoots out over my hand and stomach. He twists his fingers deep inside my pussy and I see stars. My hand tightens over his cock. Someone mutters, “Fucking perfect.”

My body is all loose and relaxed when I finally descend the stairs to make breakfast. I wince guiltily when I spy the time. It’s not super late, but well beyond normal breakfast time. Fred wanders in from the front room and gives me a knowing look. I blush, but I’m feeling too happy to be shy about it.

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