Page 78 of Trust Me With Forever

My woman.

After breaking the kiss, I brushed the hair from her face and murmured, “I want to be inside you, love. Tell me I can.”

She nodded. I gave her one quick kiss and then retrieved a condom from the nightstand and put it on in record time.

Abby didn’t need me to say a word as she spread her legs wider and arched toward me. I ran a finger up through her center, stopping just short of her clit.

“Rafe.”

I lightly circled her clit, wanting her ready to come because I wasn’t going to last long this first time. And I wouldn’t be an ass and leave her wanting.

As her breathing quickened, I positioned my cock and slid inside her, slowly. Inch by inch. Loving how hot and tight she was.

When I finally was in to the hilt, I leaned down and kissed her quickly before saying, “I love how you feel, Abby.” I rubbed her clit a few times, and she moaned. “Tell me you’re close, love, because I’m already there.”

I quickened my thumb, and she struggled to reply, “I’m close, Rafe. Move. Please.”

After pulling out slowly, I slammed back in. Abby reached up and grabbed my shoulders. “Kiss me again while you do that.”

“As my wife wishes.”

I took her lips in a brutal kiss as my hips moved faster and faster, loving how she would clench around me sometimes, making it harder to hold on.

I used my thumb to increase the pace and find the pressure she liked, all while kissing her and doing my best not to orgasm.

When Abby finally cried out and spasmed around me, I pumped a few more times and stilled as pleasure coursed through me. Each pulse of my cock took me higher until I finally stilled and collapsed on top of my wife.

Her arms went around me, and she nuzzled my neck as she said, “That was amazing, Rafe. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Her voice was soft, and I sensed an emotion in it I couldn’t define. So I rolled over, taking her with me, until she rested against my chest. I gently raised her face until I could see her eyes, and at the mixture of disbelief and pleasure, I frowned. “Could be like what?”

She bit her lip and looked away. “That a guy could make me come too during sex.”

A thread of anger shot through me. It wasn’t hard to guess that her ex had been selfish in bed, too. “Any guy who doesn’t make you orgasm too isn’t worthy of you.”

Her eyes met mine again. “I should know that. But after weeks of…”

I sat up against the headboard and settled Abby next to me, covering us with the blanket. I stroked her arm with my thumb as I said, “Tell me, love.”

“Promise you won’t go and murder anyone afterward?”

“I guess I can agree to that. Although I can’t promise I won’t punch the guy if he hurts you.”

Her fingers trailed across my chest, and she played with my nipple. I focused on her words and not on how her touch made me want to have her all over again.

“When I first fell for Travis, he was charming and sweet and did little things to make me smile. But once we started sleeping together, his behavior changed.”

I already regretted my promise to not murder anyone, but nodded, not wanting to break the spell.

Abby continued, “In retrospect, I can see it was a sort of manipulation to lure me in. But he knew just what to say to make me want to please him, not disappoint him, and because I so wanted someone to love me and not leave me, I did whatever he wanted.

“The changes were small at first, like wearing my hair down instead of up. Or wearing skirts instead of pants. But eventually he struggled to get hard enough for me and told me what I could do to fix that. To make him happy. And I believed I was so in love with him, so determined to please him, that I forgot about myself and orgasms and anything but getting him hard and coming. And eventually, after weeks of it, I thought nothing of him fucking me, coming, and rolling over to sleep or going home. He always praised me for putting his needs first, showing how much I cared for him.”

I clenched the sheets with my free hand, doing my best to tamp down my anger. I’d learned that Travis was nearly twenty years older than Abby and had probably known exactly how to manipulate her—by pouncing on her desire to be loved and wanted.

Given how smoothly and quickly he’d changed Abby, he probably had experience manipulating other young, vulnerable women.

But I pushed aside my anger to focus on Abby, who’d remained quiet.

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