Page 46 of Never Say Yes To Your Fake Husband

“Trying new things is good,” she adds.

“Dirty talking with you would be good.”

“Everything with you would be good.”

She laughs and kisses me as I get her steered toward the bed. Then, I spot a section of open wall and take a detour. Trying new things is good, she said, and I want to try this with her. I want to try everything with her. As I said, everything with her would be good.

My hard cock bumps into her center as I back her into the smooth wall. She grasps my shoulders and tries to climb me,footing me with her foot on my calf and then my upper thigh. Her head falls back as I bump into her again, not so accidentally this time. I grasp her hips and lift her up, rocking her hard against me and the wall. She has nowhere to go but into me, which is a great place to be.

My fingers slip over the lace at the sides of her panties. It’s fragile. Delicate. “These just happen to be in the way, my darling.”

“Oh? Just let me…” she mumbles.

I give a tug, and they rip at the side before she has a chance to shimmy away from me and pull them off herself. She gasps and looks up at me with fire in her eyes but laughter on her lips.

“That was undignified. You could have waited a hot minute.”

“When it comes to you, I can’t.” I tug at the other side, and the lace is so fragile and delicate that it gives way under that tug too. I’m now holding a scrap of fabric, and it gets tossed over my shoulder in favor of Weland. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I don’t ever want to have to stop touching her.

“They were expensive,” she pants as I stroke my finger through her folds. She’s so wet that we might as well have gone into the bathroom and started up the shower. The water would have washed this away, though. Or mixed in with it, and I just want Weland. Every single bit of her. Natural, soaking wet, hot for me, swollen, and ready. I want to taste her skin and have it be just her. No water, and nothing slicking away the womanly scent of her.

“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs.”

“Goodness. Wherever shall I put a thousand pairs of underwear?”

I let out a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll buy you ten.”

“Hmm, I think I could find homes for ten pairs. And maybe one super hot and sexy bodysuit?”

“Your wish is my command.” Even if thinking about her in sexy lingerie nearly kills me on the spot.

I run my hand over her hip as my eyes flutter closed at the gorgeous feel of her skin under my fingers. I dreamed about this. Literally. Every single night. And most days when I was awake, too. I longed for her. I missed her. Not just this, but all of her. Her laughter, her determination, her strength, her intelligence. I felt the hole in my life so keenly that it scared me a little. It’s rather frightening not to realize you have a big gaping hole there at all and then suddenly become soawareof it.

The frightening part is that I’m scared of losing her. But it’s not going to happen. I won’t let it ever happen. I won’t let life ever happen. Because there will be no life for me without Weland in it. I know that already.

I stroke lower, letting my fingers explore her smoothness until I reach her folds again. I continue teasing her like that, bringing them to her entrance but then dancing back up to her clit. She moans.

“You have a lovely pussy, my darling,” I purr.

She groans. “That lovely pussy wants your hard cock in it.”

Said cock throbs in utter agreement. “Oh, are you getting into the dirty-talking game? Please tell me this is going to be a thing. I find it rather delightful.”

“I find you to need to get inside me. Right. Freaking. Now.”

“Are you on the pill?” I check, just to be sure.

She doesn’t open her eyes and look at me, and her head doesn’t pull away from the wall. “It’s been three weeks. I got on it as soon as you left. So yes, I’m good. I’m good for you to go in there and stay in there and make us both feel good until we can’t stand up anymore.”

Holy. God. Okay, yes. All the yeses. All the okays.

When I look back down at her, her eyes have finally opened, and she’s looking at me. Her smile is the best thing in the entirety of the world. “What’s funny?” I ask.

“You.” She cups my face. “You. This. I just want to smile because I’m so happy.”

I bump against her center with my hardness again, and her pupils get even bigger. Her lips part, so of course I have to taste them. They’re delicious. Soft and ripe. Her hand is even better when it cups my dick, wrapping around the bulge through my boxers.

“Get these off,” Weland commands. “I won’t attempt to tear them. Underwear road rash rug burns wouldn’t be pretty.”

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