Page 12 of The Side Deal
“Christ,” Robert whispers as he traces the curve of my ass. “You really liked it?”
“Yes.” I wiggle my ass at him, and he spanks me experimentally, making me gasp in pleasure. Yeah, my husband would never be able to spank me as hard as Tony did, but that’s one of the reasons I love Robert. There’s not a mean bone in his body.
“Then what?” Robert’s voice is husky, and I can tell this is affecting him as much as it is me.
“Then he made me come.”
Robert’s hand slides between my legs, fingers exploring my sensitive folds.
“I made him come too,” I whisper, meeting his intense gaze. “He came inside me.”
“This is from him?”
“Yes,” I admit, spreading my legs wider as a bolt of lust zips through me. “I didn’t clean up completely.”
“Fuck,” he groans as he slides his fingers inside me easily. “Don’t stop.” His breathing grows ragged, and his hands explore more freely. “What else?”
“He fucked me, bent over, until I came.” The details flow more easily now.
Robert finger fucks me and murmurs, “He was lucky to have one night.”
His words unlock something in me. “He laid me across his desk, and fucked me with my ankles on his shoulder.”
Robert groans and pulls his hand from my pussy. He starts stripping. “How did it feel?”
The truth spills out. “Different. Rougher. More...like he was using my body.” I watch his face transform with eachword. “He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. Made the desk shake. Made me moan like a slut.”
“And then you came home to me.” His voice carries an edge I’ve never heard before.
I wiggle my ass again, desperate for him to fuck me. “I’ll always come home to you.”
“Fuck.” Robert’s control slips. “I need you. Now. Need to be inside you, need to—“
He pulls me up, and we tumble onto the bed, limbs tangling, mouths seeking. He kisses me roughly, and I match his intensity. This is fifteen years of history ignited by something new.
He positions himself between my legs, and when he pushes inside, we cry out together.
He gasps. “Shannon, you feel…”
As he fucks me, words fail him. The rhythm turns urgent. It’s not lovemaking, it’s more primal.
“More,” he demands between strokes. “Tell me what it felt like with him inside you.”
The request sends electricity through my veins. “Different. He hit different—oh god, right there.”
Robert shifts his angle, hitting the spot that blurs my vision. “Like that?”
“Yes.” I writhe under him. “Exactly that. He couldn’t—only you know how to—“
“Damn right.” His thrusts quicken. “You’re mine. Fuck whoever you want, but you’re always mine.”
The possessiveness mixed with permission intoxicates me. “Always yours.” My nails dig crescents into his shoulders. “I’ll always come back to you.”
“Did you think about this?” His voice strains. “When he was inside you, did you imagine telling me later?”
“Yes.” No point hiding now. “I couldn’t wait for this.”
“And is it—?” His rhythm falters. “Is this what you wanted?”
