Page 19 of Liar's Heart
His whole body tenses underneath me with a sharp inhale. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fucked my fist to the memory of you in nothing but my shirt, grinding that hot little cunt all over my dick until you cried for me and soaked the front of my pants.Thatwas the last time you came?”
I nod my head, unable to make the word come out. “That’s okay, baby,” he soothes, hand caressing my thigh. “You don’t have to wait much longer for it. I’ll take care of my wife every way she needs me to. But first, I need you to show me how you make yourself feel good, okay?Touch your pussy and show me what makes you wet. Show me what makes you come.”
The hand on my thigh slides behind my knee, pulling my leg up and planting my foot on the top of his thigh. I mirror the other one on my own, and he spreads his legs to part mine, holding me to him and keeping me steady. My left hand hooks around the back of his neck, fingers twisting into the damp hair at the nape. My right hand begins its lazy descent, slowly tracing all my favorite landmarks.
I take my time, teasing my nipples and feeling the soft skin of my breasts before gently tickling my ribs and stomach, stopping to delicately trace my navel. The methodology isn’t lost on Ender. Nuzzling into my ear, he purrs, “Does my wife like to go slow? See how much teasing she can handle before she can’t take any more?”
“Yes.” I pant, making his whole chest rumble with a hum.
“Is that how you’ve survived this past month? Lying in bed next to me, so chaste and sweet in those scraps of silk you call nightgowns, trying desperately to pretend you’re not burning when the truth is you love that painful ache between your legs? I wish I had known the game you were playing. I would have suffered so much less knowing I was giving this pussy what she craves every time she went to bed unsatisfied.”
I moan at his words, at the rasp in his voice, as my hand snakes back up to pluck at a nipple. Slowly rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers, I relish the heat that licks from my breast down to my exposed pussy. I switch sides, toying with the other nipple for a moment before trailing my fingers down to my swollen clit. As soon as my fingers find their target, Ender bows his head to plant kisses along my neck before diving into the crook of it. He feasts on my skin, nipping and kissing at the mark he left there, an echo of our wedding. The scrape of his teeth against my oversensitive skin has me trembling in his arms. I’m granted a too-briefreprieve while he lifts his mouth to my ear to tell me, “That’s it, baby. Make this pussy come for me.”
I’m so lust-drunk I can do nothing but obey, chasing my climax as he nibbles my ear, climbing toward bliss. When I start rocking my hips, seeking even more friction than what I’m already giving myself, I know I’m close. A whimper escapes me, and then the hand on my thigh slides down between my legs. I hold my breath, waiting to feel his broad, thick fingers work their way in and stretch me wide, but instead, I feel them wrap around my wrist and pull my hand away.
It takes a moment for my body and brain to process the denial, for the sharp sting of hitting the edge to blaze through me. He hasn’t let go of my waist, but I can’t stop my hips from bucking, seeking anything other than the humid shower air to make contact with my needy clit. He shushes and soothes me, waiting for my body to submit to him again. When I calm down, he lifts my captured hand up to his mouth, sucking my fingers clean with a moan. His tongue weaves through my fingers, greedily searching for every last drop of me. It feels like an electric current straight to my cunt. There’s no stopping the low, tortured moan that comes out of me, and that makes Ender chuckle, my index and middle fingers still in his mouth. He sucks one last time, releasing the digits with a pop.
Then he cants me to the side, cradling me in his arms as he kisses me. He licks my sweetness into my mouth, deepening the kiss all the while. Temporarily sated, he pulls back. “We should probably leave this shower cleaner than when we got in it.”
The smile I give him is easy. So damn easy. “I don't know. I think I like getting dirty with you more.”
He grants me one of his rare sunshine smiles before smacking my inner thigh hard enough to make me yelp. “Don't be a brat. Now,” he says, helping me stand. He leadsme to the wall and places each of my palms flat against the tile in front of me. “You are going to stand here likethis…”—my hips pike as he moves my feet apart—“while I wash you. You're not going to take your hands off that wall or pick your feet up unless I tell you to so I don't have to worry about you scrubbing that needy little cunt too enthusiastically.”
I sway my hips from side to side, testing what range of motion he's left me with. “What happens if I don't?”
Reaching around, he grabs my throat just firmly enough for me to feel him. Just firmly enough to turn my head toward him so he can lean in and murmur, “Then you can wait until tomorrow to come,” before sealing his promise with a chaste, closed-mouth kiss.
Now that I’m reminded discretion is the better part of valor, I settle into my stance. Ender picks up my bodywash, pours some into his palm, and works it into a lather on my skin. He goes slowly, massaging as much as washing me while unashamedly exploring my body from head to toe. I'm pretty sure I've never been this clean before in my life. His warm hands slide easily along my skin, weighing my breasts in each palm before testing the responsiveness of my nipples, varying his touches to see what makes them furl into tight peaks the fastest.
His cock grinds against my soap-slicked ass and hips as he moves around me, touching me everywhere but where I need him to most. After the first pass, he washes my hair, using entirely too much shampoo, but scrubs my scalp so well I will happily deal with however snarled my hair just became. I'm not even allowed to move to rinse off. Instead, he urges me to arch my back and look up at the ceiling while he carefully rinses my hair out with the detachable shower head. Standing over me with his cock pressed into my cleft, he takes my throat in hand again, tilting my head back to kiss me from above.
Hair thoroughly rinsed, he lathers up more soap andfinally,finally, reaches down between my legs. My excitement is short-lived, though, when his hand barely ghosts my skin. His exquisite torture has me biting my lower lip in an effort to displace some of the tension in my body. I’m determined to deny him the satisfaction of my whimpering. Suddenly, the hand on my throat tenses, turning my head to the side until we’re face-to-face. “Wife,” Ender taunts, tsking in disapproval. “That’s mine too.”
He draws the tortured lip away from me, sucking it into his mouth before biting down on the angered flesh. The pain is so sharp and sudden that I can’t hold back a squeal, but he devours that too. I can feel blood oozing from either side of the bite, pooling in my mouth and beginning to slide down my chin before Ender catches the bead with his tongue. He moans and dives deeper, alternating between soothing the wounds and lapping at the spill.
The hand that was washing me abandons its work to cup my pussy and pull me even closer to him. It’s possessive and hot and exhilarating to feel the full weight of his desire. Histruedesire. Because I have zero doubt in my mind my husband wants more than just command over my body.
He wants to possess every splintered piece of my soul.
Until now, I’ve been scared that I’ll let him. That he’ll wear me down and take and take from me until there’s nothing left but my picked-over carcass. But now… now I’m starting to fear what will become of me if I don’t. This armistice I’ve struck today between my inner turmoil and my husband feels like a balm.
Like peace.
Like maybe that relentless pull I feel between our hearts isn’t deceit or lust but destiny. Maybe it’s a lighthouse that’s been waiting for me to decide I’ve had enough of the cold, dark sea before I let it guide me home.
Ender pulls back to examine my bottom lip, sliding his thumb over the broken skin and tugging it down to checkthat both sides have stopped bleeding. He takes one more kiss before stepping back with a reminder, “Don’t move. And don’t hold back those sweet noises from me. I’ve earned every single one. If I catch you keeping what’s mine from me again, there’ll be hell to pay.”
I hear the water change to a gentler spray, and Ender stands beside me. “Now,” he says, “I’m going to be extra thorough on this last part, and you’re going to answer all of my questions while I work, okay?”
Bracing myself, I nod before looking at him and, in the steadiest voice I can manage, say, “Yes, sir.”
If I didn’t think his eyes could go any more molten, I was wrong because I watch them ignite as my words register with him. He wraps one of his large hands around the thigh closest to him, giving it a light squeeze and growling, “That’s my good fucking girl.”
I’m lost in that mercury stare as he reaches between my thighs and gently traces my lips, swollen and parted, ready for him. Ender follows the contours of my body, slowly teasing back and forth along the edges of my sex. He’s so close—so, so close—to where I need his touch, but he won’t give it to me. “When was the last time you had sex?” he asks.
I try to think about anything but his hand on me, but I come up short. “Um. It’s… it’s been a while. A year and a half… two years, I think? How… long’s it been for you?”
“Longer than that. We've both been tested and cleared for STDs, and I know you have an IUD. I don’t see any reason why I shouldn't fuck you bare.”
