Page 119 of Their Greatest Strength

“We will. You’ll suck the tip inside after a few seconds, and I’ll slip in another inch as you claw at my arms and stare down between us, begging for another.”

Suddenly, one finger isn’t enough. A second adds a hint of the stretch I know he’s describing.

“How does it feel?” he asks roughly.

I push down harder on my clit. “Could be better.”

“Mm, not yet.”

“Keep talking. Please,” I murmur.

His eyes flare as he increases his pace, stroking with a finish line in his mind.

“Once I can work the rest of my cock inside, I’ll be deep enough for you to feel me in your belly. You’ll try to suck me back in when I pull out, teasing you with just the tip again before thrusting hard, making my balls smack your perfect ass. Those pretty tits will be in my mouth, your nipples beneath my teeth as I suck on them.”

There’s an intense, full pressure building in my core, growing hotter with every stroke of my fingers in my pussy. The hardpress of my thumb to my clit is ramping it higher, and my toes curl painfully into the shower tile.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it. Work that pussy for your husband, and I’ll reward it with my cum. Coat that pretty clit before I lick it clean,” he spits out, brows knitting together tightly as pleasure loosens his jaw.

I come hard. My knees shake when I yank my hand away from my pussy, watching in disbelief as I squirt across the distance between us. Jamie moves quickly, lowering himself to his knees again and covering me with his mouth.

Aftershocks mix with the wet sensation of his swiping tongue, and I fall forward, using his shoulders for balance. I cry out, and my legs shake as he buries his fingers inside of me and sucks at my clit. There’s no time for disbelief when another climax rips through me, and he groans, staying right where he is.

When he stands, his arm is anchored around my back, carrying my weight. I melt against the wall and watch with parted lips as he brutally fucks his fist and releases a growl-like noise.

“Watch me claim you, Blakely. You’re fucking mine.”

He comes, and thick ropes of cum shoot from the tip, aimed directly at my pussy. Heat smothers the swollen, sensitive skin, and I whimper at the relief it brings.

“I want to taste,” I whisper.

His features relax, adoration glowing in his stare as he scoops his cum onto his fingers and brings it to my mouth, spreading it across my lips.

“Open, wife.”

I follow his order and moan when he glides his messy fingers across my tongue. Sucking them clean, I nip at his fingertip before he pulls them free.

“Your turn,” he says, circling my wrist and bringing it between my legs.

I dip two fingers into my pussy and then push them into his mouth. Everything about this is intimate in a way I didn’t expectbut maybe should have. A man like Jamie is going to teach me things about myself that I’ve never thought to look for.

“Was that too much?” he asks after releasing my fingers and leading us back beneath the water.

It’s still hot, and I close my eyes as it runs down my face.

“No. It was perfect.”

His relief is obvious. “You’re perfect.”

“Is this when I say, ‘No, you’re perfecter’?”

“Only if I can say that you’re perfectest.”

He laughs and shifts us while digging his fingers into my hair. When they start to scrub, I smell the shampoo I always use. But I know I didn’t bring it in here.

“Did you sneak into my bathroom and take my shampoo bottle?” I half mumble, half moan, distracted by the soothing sensation of his massaging my scalp.

“No. I just bought extras for my bathroom.”

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