Page 92 of Love Without Control

My wife wanted new covers though, and when she’d chosen a dark-teal duvet and cream sheets, I agreed. The color palette was soothing, with small lilac accents around the room… a lamp… a glass vase… a couple abstract pictures we’d found at a local gallery.

Walking around the large space, I flicked on each of the turtle nightlights and turned the overhead light down low just in time for Eden to emerge from the bathroom. She was goddamn stunning in her simple white lace panties and nothing else. Steam from her shower spilled out from behind her, making her look like the most alluring angel ever created.

Crossing her arms over her bare breasts, she stopped in her tracks and blushed. I strode slowly to her, gently pulling her arms away before sliding my hands down her arms and gripping her hands.

“Don’t cover yourself in front of me,” I ordered, softening the command with my lips on hers. Her fingers twisted between mine, and she opened for me, accepting my tongue into her mouth. Releasing one of her hands, I swept my fingers around her side and up and down her spine.

Goosebumps peppered her dewy skin at my touch, and she whimpered into my mouth. “Dane.”

“I’m here, baby,” I assured her, pressing my palm into the small of her back, needing that soft, beautiful body snug against mine. The hardening of her nipples inspired some hardening of my anatomy as well, just a bit lower. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked against her lips.

Eden pulled back and tilted her face up to mine. “Yes.” It was a simple, brief reply, but it was filled with determination, delivered with her gaze confidently meeting mine.

I trailed my hand up her back and cradled the side of her neck. “We’re going to use the traffic light system. If you’re okay, your color is green. If I need to slow down, yellow, and if you need me to stop, say red. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she replied, her tone resolute.

Taking her hand, I led her across the wood plank floor and sat on the edge of the bed with her standing between my spread thighs. I took a moment to worship her, take in her scent, taste her skin. My mouth roamed over her abdomen, kissing her stomach and nibbling lightly at her breasts while my hands traced each supple curve.

“You’re so warm. So sweet,” I murmured, circling her belly button with my tongue before placing a kiss on that adorable divot. “I want you to bend over my lap, one hand on the floor and one on my leg for support.”

She did, her right hand clutching my calf while her other one rested palm down on the floor. Beginning at the top of her spine, I dragged a single finger down it, counting each bump until I reached the top of her white panties. The lace had an iridescent sheen and practically glowed like my own personal beacon in the dim light of our bedroom.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I worked them down over her hips until they rested around her thighs. I could have taken them all the way off, but there was something so motherfucking sexy about seeing her with those sweet panties halfway down, the globes of her ass round and exposed for my hand.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, stroking a palm over each one. She wiggled, and I placed my forearm protectively over her mid-back. “I’m not doing this to hold you down, just to keep you from sliding off. I’ll move it immediately if you need me to.”

“Okay,” she breathed, and I could sense her anticipation was as thick as mine, like an autumn fog that coated everything in its path.

Holding my breath, I spanked her right butt cheek, not hard enough to hurt, and she gasped. “Color?” I asked, soothing the area with my palm.

Eden replied without pause. “Green.”

Nodding to myself, I delivered a matching spank to the left side and watched the softest of pinks appear on her skin. It was so pretty, but I wanted to turn it a few shades darker.

“I’m going to tell you what to say, and you say it,” I commanded. “Understood?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Drawing back my hand, I spanked her right side again—a little harder this time—and watched the outline of my handprint bloom. My dick ached at the sight. “It’s okay to want to fuck my husband.”

I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “It’s okay to want to fuck my husband.”

Jesus, my cock almost spontaneously combusted at those words. I delivered a matching blow to her other cheek. “I can trust my husband,” I said, my voice gritty. She repeated my words as I rubbed the redness on her pretty ass before slapping her right side again, this time a little harder. “I’m a good girl.”

My eyes were laser focused on her exposed pussy, and I almost groaned when her desire dripped from her. She was as turned on as I was. “I’m a good girl,” she said on a shaky breath.

“Last one,” I informed her. My hand came down on her left cheek, leaving my mark on her. “I’m perfect.”

She didn’t repeat the words, instead gripping my leg even tighter. “No one is perfect, Dane.”

Leaning down to kiss the middle of her spine, I reworded. “Okay, let’s try this. I’m perfect for my husband.”

Her voice was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it. “I’m perfect for my husband.” The last word cracked on a sob, and I flipped her over, cradling her in my arms and holding her against my chest. I rocked her for a long time as she cried, wetting my chest with her tears.

Finally, I asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, nuzzling her face into my neck. “I feel better.” Her butt was between my legs, and the grind of her hips shifted my towel until it loosened. With her pussy warm against my inner thigh I felt the spread of her wetness on my flesh. When she lifted her head, I swiped the tears away from her face with tender strokes.

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