Page 155 of Dirty Husband
He responds by pushing off the door. He takes a step toward me. Then another.
His cock brushes my sex. His slacks and my panties are in the way, but I can still feel him. All the heat and hardness.
The pressure of the lace.
He leans over me just enough to wrap his hands around my arms. Slowly, he pulls me up. Holds my body against his.
My eyes go to the mirror. There's something about seeing him behind me. About seeing his hands on my skin.
It makes my sex clench.
Fuck, I need him so badly. It's hard to believe I've ever needed anything this badly.
He traces the waistband of the thong over my stomach and hip, then back to my other hip, then again, again, again.
Through the mirror, his eyes find mine. "Watch."
"Yes, sir." I don't want to push him today. I want to coax him into giving me everything.
He presses his lips to mine. Then he steps back. Releases me.
Slowly, he undoes the knot of his tie. He moves back to me. Pushes me against the wall. Raises my hands over my head.
Loops the silk fabric around my wrists and cinches it to one of the hooks.
I'm tied up in a dressing room.
Watching him—
I don't care what I'm watching. As long as he's doing it to me.
Shep looks me up and down slowly. Like he's savoring every single inch of my skin.
His lips find mine. He kisses me hard. With raw desireandsoft affection.
It's not like our first few kisses. It's deeper. Purer. Better.
His need pours into me.
My need pours into him.
And something else. Something from deep inside my core. I'm offering it to him. Asking for it in return.
I don't have a word for it. Maybe it is love. Maybe I'm in love with him. Maybe I've never stopped loving him.
Before I can properly contemplate the matter, he breaks our kiss. His lips go to my neck, collarbone, chest.
Stomach.
I watch as he lowers himself onto his knees. As he peels my panties aside. Brings his lips to my clit.
Fuck. He doesn't tease me today. He licks me just how I need him.
My eyes close for a second. It's almost too much. My body is already buzzing. My skin is already sensitive.
Everything feels deeper, harder, sweeter—
More.
