Page 67 of The Marriage Policy

His cock jerks against his stomach. It’s so fucking fun knowing he’s having that response to me. I’ve known what it’s like to turn a woman on before, but until this new aspect of my relationship with Donovan, I’ve never witnessed a man react to me this way.

“I like it deep,” Donovan says, sliding the dildo in until the balls meet his body.

“Fuuuck. You’re killing me here.”

“You like watching me?” He pulls it out, then pushes it back in again. When he does, his body arches up like he’s chasing the feeling.

“Maybe more than anything I’ve seen in my whole life,” I admit.

“It feels so fucking good.” Donovan keeps going, keeps fucking himself with the dildo for me. I’ve totally forgotten to even jerk off, but my dick is still hard as hell and leaking all over the damn place.

I can’t help but move, situate myself so I’m closer to him, lying with my head between his legs to see better, so there’s no possibility of missing even a second of seeing Donovan’s body open for the toy.

“I can’t believe it fits inside you.” The awe in my voice doesn’t surprise me.

“You’re bigger, and I’m gonna fit you in me too.”

“Fuck yes you are.” Without any thought, my arm moves his direction. “Can I do it?”

“I…” My gaze tilts up toward his face, and Donovan says, “Yes. Please. Fuck me, Eric.”

Um, is it bad that I almost shoot my load at that? “I will, husband. Soon.”

I take the end of the dildo. I’m mesmerized at how his hole swallows it, sucks it in. Each time I pull it out, it’s like his body is dying to be filled again.

Donovan moves with me, fucking himself on the toy, eyes closed, breathing heavily, hungry noises escaping him. Again, I notice how beautiful he is. The soft features of his face and the curve of his lips. Every inch of his skin, dotted with beads of perspiration.

“You like me fucking you with this toy? Are you dying to take my cock?”

“Yes to both. Love this, but I want more. Need it.”

As much as I want to keep going with the dildo, pleasure him and watch him come apart from my hand, it’s killing me to wait to be inside him.

From his words and the sounds he makes, Donovan doesn’t seem to want to wait anymore either.

“Fuck. Come’ere. I need you.” I pull the toy from his body, see how open his hole looks and know it’s going to stretch even more to fit me in. “I want you to ride me.” I figure that will be easiest with my dumb fucking boot on. I’m tempted to take it off, to risk further injury to be able to let loose and pound into him with everything I have. Donovan would never let me, though. He would never let me risk myself.

“Hell yes,” he replies as I go to my back.

Donovan picks up the lube again, squeezing some into his hand and then rubbing it on my dick. I hiss at the contact, so close to the edge already.

He straddles me, my hands immediately going to his hips. His skin is so soft, and I love the contrast to his hard muscles beneath it. I run my palms up and down his body as Donovan reaches behind him, grabbing my sensitive erection and lining it up with his hole.

His eyes meet mine, and we freeze for a moment. This is it. A moment I never thought we’d share, but now that we are, I’m wondering how I didn’t know we were always supposed to do this.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

The wordyeslingers on my tongue for a moment. I want this, need it, but everything feels so big, overwhelming in a way I don’t understand.

It’s just sex. Sex with Donovan, of course, but sex nonetheless.

“Eric?” The concern in his voice is noticeable.

“Yes,” I rush out. “I want this. Want you. Let me feel what it’s like to be inside you. I’m dying to fill you up, to feel your ass around me.” Every single word is true, and from the way Donovan trembles, it’s turned him on even more. I can’t help grinning.

“Proud of yourself, are you?”

“I mean, you’re really fucking horny for me,” I joke. He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his lips, and then Donovan is lowering himself down on me.

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