Page 127 of Dirty Husband
"I… don't know if I can, sir."
I arch a brow.
"Physically. If I have anything left."
"You do."
"I do?"
I nod. I can tell by the way she pulses.
I pull my fingers back then drive them into her again.
She arches her hips. Just barely rising to meet me. Just barely pushing me deeper.
A few more thrusts and I bring my thumb to her clit. I draw slow circles exactly where she needs me.
Her head falls back.
Her lips part with a groan.
Her nails dig into her palms.
"Fuck. Shep…" She gasps as I drive my fingers deeper.
Something in her posture changes. She stops thinking. Starts melting into my touch. Trusting me with her entire body.
Trusting me to give her what she needs.
I draw those slow circles.
Drive my fingers into her.
Again and again.
As I wind her tighter and tighter.
She doesn't pant or beg for more.
She lets her lids flutter together. Lets her hair fall over her eyes. Lets her thighs hit the sheets.
Then she's there, groaning my name as she comes on my hand, looking up at me with lazy eyes, sure I'm going to finally free her.
I push her legs apart. Then I pull her closer. Closer.
Until her cunt brushes my cock.
She groans at the contact. The promise of bliss. Of our bodies joining.
Of the entire universe making sense.
I push into her slowly. One sweet inch at a time, she envelops me with her softness.
It's like coming home.
This is where I'm supposed to be. Where we're both supposed to be.
She's surrendering to me. She doesn't even need the restraints. She's already there.
