Page 20 of Bae

His cock jutted from his center, and I wrapped my hand around it as he groaned and kicked away his pants. He was hard and unbending beneath my palm, silky smooth and ready. I pumped the wide length, noting the way his balls drew up before I leaned forward and took him deep.

He murmured something as I sucked, and I pulled back only enough to lick across his head. My fingers dug into the sides of his hips, and I picked up the pace, driving my lips over his throbbing cock and enjoying the slightly salty flavor coating my tongue.

When he started to draw away, I released his quivering cock and pushed it up against his abdomen. My lips caressed the underside of his balls and licked up the interior of his thigh.

Seconds later, his hands slipped under my arms and lifted. In seconds, I was eye level with him, like it wasn’t even work to hold me so high.

He searched my eyes, both his blue irises bouncing between my brown ones. Even though my vision was slightly blurred, I knew what he was searching for. I wanted to give it to him. I craved it.

Still, a part of me held back.

It wasn’t a fun thing to be at war with oneself. It didn’t matter who won, because a part of me would still lose.

“Rimmel?” he asked. It was a question I knew well now. One I hated, yet I loved him for it.

I swallowed, staring at my husband, so desperate to say yes but unable to form the word. Almost imperceptibly, I shook my head.

“I love you,” he replied immediately. My feet hit the floor with gentle care, and one hand left me when he reached for the sweats he’d kicked off only moments before.

Always prepared.

That was Romeo, always ready to give me exactly what I needed.

What about his needs?

I felt myself slipping deep, away from him and this moment and into the prison of my own mind. I felt a tug on my hips and glanced up. Romeo was sitting in a nearby chair, the throw pillows already scattered at his feet.

I smiled because he was too impatient to go just a few feet more to the bed. His impatience brought me back to the moment. When I was completely naked, I straddled his bare thighs. I closed my palm over his head, giving it a light squeeze. His eyes flared, and he ripped open the foil packet he’d just fished out of his sweats with his teeth.

I watched Romeo roll the latex down over his cock, and a hint of sadness washed over me.

“Hey,” he murmured, lifting my chin with the backs of his fingers. “I missed you so goddamn much.”

I smiled at the husky quality to his words. My glasses were lost somewhere in my shirt, but I didn’t have to see clearly to recognize the heavy spell my husband was under.

I might be a small girl, but right now, I wielded a lot of power. Even if there was a condom between us.

Slightly calloused hands settled on my hips as I slid down over his length with serious care. I liked this part, when he first entered me. Inch by inch, my body accepted him, stretching so my inner walls sheathed him with the perfect amount of pressure. Romeo’s body went slack against the back of the chair, and I began to move. At first I slid up and down with slow, methodic movements, essentially teasing us both, but then I needed more.

With one swift movement, I sank all the way down, taking him as deep into my core as I could and holding him there. Romeo’s palms moved to my thighs and squeezed. I rocked slightly.

My moan filled the room. I loved him this deep. I loved the way he felt rubbing against my inner walls, against that tender spot deep inside.

My forehead dropped to his shoulder, and I moaned again. With a jolt of energy, Romeo took over, surging up and rocking into that magic spot. All the muscles in my body tensed; I wanted release, searched for it.

“Romeo,” I begged, climbing just a little closer against him.

He didn’t say anything. He just tilted up a fraction more, and mind-numbing pleasure stole all thought and reason from my body. I shuddered over him, wave after wave of ecstasy poured through me, and his cock began pulsing. My name ripped from his lips, and his hands tangled in my hair.

We rode the waves together. When I began to come down, I continued gently rocking in his lap until Romeo fell back with a sigh. My cheek pillowed against his chest, both his arms locked around me, and I rested against him, listening to the sound of his erratic heartbeat.

I wished we could stay like this forever.

Of course, no moment, no matter how sweet or sour, lasted that long.

Tenderly, he lifted my body, and I made a sound of protest.

“I know, sweetheart. Hang on.”

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