Page 92 of First Comes Marriage

“It’s a new set,” she said, guiding his other hand up to cup her breast through the barely-there lingerie set. “To replace the one you tore last time.”

He hummed and scraped his teeth over the curve where her neck met her shoulder. “I’ll have to be more careful.”

She reached behind herself, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his pants. He exhaled hard through his nose, the unexpected touch testing his control. As he unhooked herbra, he dropped kisses along the column of her throat. “Next time we go to Brookline, we’re getting a hotel room. Two days is too long.”

Sabrina laughed. “We’ve gone longer.”

“When?” Her bra joined her dress at her feet.

“There must have been a time.”

He slid his hand into the waistband of her panties, his fingers stroking over her. “Not since your surgery.” He dragged his knuckle through her slit, pressing hard against all her soft places, then pulled away. “Off.”

“I love when you get all demanding,” she said with a grin as she shimmied out of her panties.

Christ, she was beautiful. He’d never get used to the fact that he got to see her like this, to touch her and be the one to make her feel good. That he got to keep her. Swallowing down the sudden onslaught of emotion, he tilted his head towards the bedside table. “Get your toy.”

“Which one?” she asked.

He swatted her ass on the way past and followed her over to the bed. “You know which one.”

While he stepped out of his shoes and shed the rest of his clothes, carefully folding each item to draw out the anticipation, Sabrina retrieved the pierced ceramic dildo she’d made last year. How had a year gone by so fast?

Sabrina scooted up on the bed, leaning back against the ridiculous array of pillows that had been accumulating there since Sabrina had officially moved into his room.

Baz sat on the edge of the bed and turned to face her, drawing his hand up her calf until he could press gently at her knees. Sabrina dropped her knees to the side, opening herself up to his view.

“Show me,” he said, his voice hoarse.

It didn’t matter how many times they’d done this, it still overwhelmed him each time to see her tease herself with thepiercing at the tip of the clay cock, to watch as she slid it inside herself. She always sucked in a breath when the dildo entered her, as though the stretch were still a surprise after all this time. He fucking lived for that sound.

As he watched, she slowly fucked herself, her hips rocking against the hard length within her. “How does it feel?” he asked.

“So good,” she moaned.

They’d played this game before, and each time he tried to drag it out a little longer, to let her control the pace for a few more seconds. Each time he tried to memorize the way she looked like this, spread out for him, touching herself as much for his pleasure as her own. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.” She sighed happily and rocked her hips against the toy. “That’s right, baby. Get yourself ready for me.”

“I’m ready.”

“Not yet.”

He ran his hand from her knee up to her thigh, pressing her legs back even farther, making room for himself between her legs. As she continued to work herself on the toy she’d created, he bent forward and fixed his lips to the stiff bud at the apex of her thighs, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out and bucked against him, so he did it again.

Sebastian wrapped his hand around hers where it gripped the base of the clay cock and took over the movement, driving it in faster, twisting on the way out so the barbell scraped against her g-spot, until she was a quivering mess of incoherent moans, pleases and oh Gods, and don’t stops. What he wouldn’t give to keep her like this forever, mindless with the need to come, begging him for her release.

He lifted his mouth from her and pressed one hand low on her abdomen the way she liked. “Come for me, baby. Come and I’ll give you my cock.”

She dug her hands in his hair and dragged his face back between her legs. Fuck, there was nothing better than herdemanding what she wanted from him, and he was all too happy to give it to her. He worked her clit with his lips and tongue and teeth as he fucked her with the ceramic dildo until she arched off the bed and came with a startled cry.

She’d barely stopped coming when he tossed the dildo aside and drove himself inside her, the lingering flutterings of her pussy gripping his length.

“You did such a good job,” he praised as he shifted so they were lying on their sides, her back to his front, and continued to work himself in and out of her tight heat.

He lifted her top leg, bending it back over his hip to give him better access to her clit. She whimpered when he pressed his finger to it, already sensitive from her first orgasm, but he knew she could take another. His wife would take each one he’d give her and still be ready for more.

“Such a good fucking girl letting your husband play with your pussy. Such a good wife, taking my cock like this, letting me fill you up. Look at how pretty you are stretched around me. Look at how well you take my cock. Do you want to come again, baby? Do you think you can?”

She groaned and turned her head to press a hard kiss to his lips over her shoulder. “Yes.”

“Good. So do I.” He increased the pace of his thrusts, the pressure on her clit, and there were those telltale flutterings again, her inner walls already anticipating her next orgasm. “Gonna fuck you all night, wife. And if you’re a very good girl and come for me when I tell you to, I’ll let you come on my tongue on the balcony as the sun rises.”

She shivered in his arms, bucking her hips back against him, and came again, shouting his name. Her pussy clamped down on his length, milking him hard and fast, pulling his orgasm from him. With a groan, he buried his face in her neck and pumped her full of his release, stroking her clit through it all, only stopping when she pressed her hand to his to still his movements.

“I love you,” she said, sleep already pulling at her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her snugly back against himself. He pressed a kiss to her temple and let his eyes fall closed. “I love you, wife.”

The End

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