Page 72 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I ran my fingers over his damp hair. “You like him.”
Jon finished before standing and meeting my gaze. “Yes.”
“You want him.”
He blew out a huge breath but kept his focus on me rather than flitting away as though he experienced guilt over that fact. “So damn much I can’t think of anything else. You?”
I nodded and bit the inside of my lip. “It’s like…we were destined to meet him. Feels…right. Know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Jon didn’t hesitate to agree. “He makes me think about all sorts of things I never considered before.”
“Would you let him fuck you?”
Jon searched my face but didn’t answer.
“I would be okay with it,” I whispered assurance of my consent.
“What about you?” he asked. “Do you want his fat cock filling your pussy? Stretching your ass?”
I studied my husband just intently as he did me but couldn’t read what went through his mind. My heart thumped heavy in my chest. “Would it make you upset if I did?”
“Not if I was there with the two of you—watching.” He pushed my wet hair over my shoulder and caressed his fingers down over my breast, his gaze trailing along with the movement. “Or participating.”
A whimper leaked past my lips as his fingers ghosted over my belly.
“Ah.” He grinned and lifted his focus once more, dimple popping. “The truth comes out. How long have you been fantasizing about two men taking you at the same time?”
Oh God.
I swallowed but knew honest words needed to flow between us. “O-only since meeting Elijah.”
“Hmm.” That twinkle lit in his eyes again as his dick twitched between us.
Jon’s jealousy from the past? Gone. Fled the building, as though it’d never existed.
There was absolutely no reason for that truth, but I wasn’t about to get bogged down with details when more exciting things lay before us.
“Okay.” I narrowed my gaze, ready to wield a little more of this brazen sexuality being around Elijah had brought out in me. “How long have you been finding men hot?”
“Only since meeting Elijah.” Jon repeated me, word for word.
I let out a sigh and relaxed into my husband’s arms. “There’s something about him—magical, almost.”
“My fanciful wife.” Jon’s chuckle rumbled beneath my ear, and he squeezed me tight. “He’s just a hot-as-fuck, lonely man, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” I said, smiling and closing my eyes while imagining my body impaled between the two of them. My core spasmed with need.
Jon didn’t answer, and we stood for a few moments in silence as I warmed through—and not from the hot water caressing my back.
“His cum,” I finally murmured.
“What about it?”
“It’s like a double shot of espresso but sweet as candy.”
He huffed a snort. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Still. I want more.” I felt free to admit.
