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I like saying that I’m his. I like belonging to someone. Even if it is for our own weird reasons.
“For starters, I’m good with this,” he says. And he cups my face and leans in to kiss me, his hand sliding down to palm my dick through my pants.
CHAPTER15
Camden
Shelby kisses me back. His soft, insistent lips feel amazing against mine. He tastes good, and I love kissing him.
I want to do more with him, so if he’s giving me the green light, I’m going to take him up on it.
Instead of pulling back like I usually do, I move him so he has no choice but to lie down on the couch, and I settle over him, my hips between his knees. I nuzzle his neck with my nose. His breath hitches, and he clutches my back.
“I want this more than you know,” he whispers fiercely.
“Me, too. I think you are very, very sexy.”
He looks up at me with trusting dark brown eyes. Then he nods. “Just promise we can talk afterward. I’m not usually an ‘I need to talk about it’ person when it comes to, you know, sex. But with you, it’s different.”
“Because it’s my first time with a man?”
“Because it’s between me and you.”
“Yeah,” I say, sucking on his neck. “I get it. I’ll talk. We’ll talk this whole time. Do you know how good you taste?”
“Unggh,” he moans, and his hand starts to explore down my back until he’s gripping my ass. I try a few experimental grinds against him.
The breath that whooshes out of him makes me even harder.Finally, we’re doing this. There are so many things I want to do, I don’t even know where to start. Suck his cock. See the way he reacts when I touch him. Hear his moans.
I’m really fucking attracted to my husband.
“Come to bed,” I murmur, and he follows me as I limp down the hallway on my crutches. It occurs to me that this isn’t even primarily about me anymore. I want to make this worth it tohim. “I want to drive you wild and for you to be happy we’re doing whatever we end up doing.”
“Oh, god,” he whispers, as we both climb onto the bed. “Do your worst. Whatever you have planned, I’m good.”
“I don’t have a plan. Other than touching as much of your skin as I can. And making you come.”
“Fuck.” He starts shoving at the hem of my T-shirt, and I quickly take the hint and strip it off. His eyes widen as he looks at my naked torso. “You’re so fucking hot,” he says.
“So are you.” I crouch down and lift the hem of his T-shirt with my teeth. Then I start slowly kissing up his belly, rucking up the shirt as I go. I lick one of his nipples, and he shivers and claws at my hair. He swallows and nods, then helps me take off his shirt.
I lower myself down onto him, and now we’re skin to skin, kissing. His hands are all over my back, dipping into my waistband. His dick is hard against mine, and although it’s a new sensation, I like it. A lot. It feels decadent and super erotic. It feels like I’m doing something naughty—which is ridiculous, since he’s my husband and he’s told me this is okay with him, more than okay. I kiss his mouth and then pull back and kiss more of his skin—whatever I can find.
Shelby starts shoving at my jeans. I unbutton and unzip my pants, but before I shove them down, I undo his as well, wanting to see him. His pants are tighter than mine, so I shift and let him take them off. He slides his underwear down, too, and then he’s naked under me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. And he is. He’s lithe and soft-skinned, with very little body hair. I wonder if that’s how he is naturally. I think I wouldn’t mind more hair, but either way, I likehim.
“Let me see you.”
I nod and stand up, dropping my jeans and underwear and kicking them off. My hard dick bobs out in front of me.
He inhales sharply. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Come here.”
“I’m not used to being bossed around in bed,” I mock complain as I settle over him again, and fuuuuck, this feels good. My warm, naked body against his. Our cocks next to each other, trying to get friction. I’m kissing him and moving my hands all over him, and he’s doing the same.
“I could come like this,” he warns. “From the frotting, I mean.”
“Do you want to?”
