Page 20 of My Wife

Stay with me.

I don’t say the words. What’s the point? If he does stay, I’m a controlling bitch who won’t let him help a friend in need. If he doesn’t, he’ll feel guilty for refusing me. I have to let him make his own choices?—

“Get your rest, love.” Tommy pats the front pocket of his jeans. “I’ve got the key to the cabin. I’ll lock the door behind me. Don’t wait up. I’ll be back before you know it.”

—even if I think it’s the wrong one.

Callme contrary if you want, but when Tommy said not to wait up? I couldn’t bring myself to be a good little girl and listen.

I brushed my hair, piling it on top of my head since I’m not the biggest fan of sleeping with wet hair, and for all theamenities the new owners of Halo Island provided, a hair dryer isn’t one of them. I yanked on my sleep shirt, snorting in annoyance when I noticed that my boyfriend laid out the shirt and no panties.

Ha. He must’ve been expecting to get laid, only for Summer to cockblock him.

I didn’t bother finding a pair to shimmy on myself. Instead, I laid on the bed, legs crossed, arms crossed, waiting for Tommy to return to the cabin like he promised.

I wasn’t lying before, though. Iamexhausted. Both physically and mentally. The light in the cabin started giving me a headache. I clicked it off, then curled up on my side, promising myself I wouldn’t go to sleep until Tommy was with me again.

Since I get woken up to what feels like much later to a warm, naked chest at my back and a probing finger sliding through my folds, I obviously failed on that front.

He knows the moment I go from being fast asleep to partly awake. Pressing a kiss to the side of my neck, he gathers up some of the moisture on his fingertip, then dips it inside of me.

I arch my back, shoving my pussy against his hand. He’s still wearing his jeans, though his shirt must be off. The denim material scratches my ass as I take his entire finger inside of my pussy.

He must’ve been fingering me longer than I thought. My body is already responding to him, lubing me up so that I take him easily. That’s not that unusual. Since Tommy and I started to live together, there are times he wakes up in the middle of the night with a hard-on. I gave him permission to fuck my pussy whenever he wanted so long as he made sure I was wet and stretched out for him. If that meant using artificial lube or playing with me with his fingers first, that was fine. More often than not, I wake up to him doing it, then I get to enjoy my pleasure, too.

Like now.

He knows all of my erogenous zones. Between suckling on the side of my throat and sucking my earlobe into the warmth of his mouth, I’m both aroused and half-asleep.

Mumbling softly as he fucks me with his finger, I ask, “Tommy? Did you find them?”

“Mm,” he says. He’s scraping my earlobe with his teeth now, sending shivers down my spine at the sensation.

I’m going to take that answer as a yes anyway. If Tyler and Vee were still lost on the island somewhere, I can’t imagine Tommy gave up the search just because he was horny and needed to get laid. Especially since Summer would probably just bat her lashes at him again, using Tommy’s kind heart to get her way.

“I’m glad,” I say, arching into him. Fuck. That finger feels amazing, but I needmore. I’m ready for him, and now that I have him back in my bed where he belongs, it feels like he’s just teasing me by not pulling his fingers out and shoving his cock in. Reaching behind me, I clutch his thigh through his jeans. “I missed you.”

He releases my earlobe, using the edge of his teeth to trail the back of my neck instead.

I start to pant a little. “Stop teasing me,” I say.

Warm breath washes over me as he chuckles huskily.

Fucking Tommy. There are times when he treats me like a pillow princess, doing everything he can to make sure I come first. Then there are those nights when he can’t keep himself from fucking me, whether I’m awake or not. But, when I least expect it, his teasing takes on almost a punishing edge, making me wait for him like he waited so long for me to find my back into his arms.

I’m here now. I need him, and I whisper a plea. “Ineedyou.”

That usually does the trick. This time is no different. As soon as he says that, he pulls his finger out. Still stroking me, circling my clit, driving me wild with his possessive touch, the bed dips and I hear his jeans rustle.

Suddenly, something much thicker is prodding my entrance now. I’m so ready for him that he slips through the moisture gathered there. He grumbles, I suck in a breath, and I don’t know what he’s doing back there, but he shoves into me with one firm struck.

I groan.

God, maybe it’s this position, or maybe he needed to use two fingers to stretch me out, because I’m suddenly super full.

I arch my back, getting comfortable as he seats himself inside of me. But when I try to move with him, he stills me by laying his hand on my hip before sliding it up, cupping my tit. He tucks his other arm beneath me, grabbing the other one.

“Like this,” he whispers. “Let me hold you.”

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