Page 64 of Barbed Wire Fences
“Tell me that you want me to fuck you like you’re not fragile. Because I know you’re not. Not anymore. You’re strong. You’re much more than you see yourself as. And I want to show you that. I want to take you in my hands and watch you fall apart and then come back together again. Over and over again.”
My mouth waters and my skin prickles from the heat of his words. Rhett’s always been a confident guy, for good reason, but this new, strong, dirty talking version of him has me needing him even more.
“Please, Rhett. Fuck me like I’m not fragile,” I beg.
“That’s my girl,” he growls out. “Stronger than anyone gives her credit for.”
Quickly, he lifts me, tossing me over his shoulder as he heads toward the back of his home into what I assume is his bedroom. When my back hits the bed I bounce slightly before coming to rest.
His fingers fall to the straps on my dress as he tugs them down until the fabric is off my body and on the floor. Then he grips the strings of his apron and yanks it off before kicking his sweatpants and boxers off to the ground.
His cock springs free and he holds it outright toward me, brushing against the soft, sensitive skin between my legs. It’s long and thick, and perfectly proportioned to his large, worn hands and height. He strokes it a few times growing even harder in his grip while watching me.
It’s been ten years, and a hell of a lot mistakes, yet Rhett had been right all along. Every guy I’ve been with since him hasn’t nearly been as big as him. Rhett really did ruin me for everybody else. And in ways I didn’t realize, I was always comparing other partners to him.
I flip onto my stomach and push up on my knees, now on all fours on the bed while he stands behind me at the end.
“I want you to take me from behind,” I toss over my shoulder, catching his eye. His gaze is hot on my body, running over every inch of me as he continues to stroke himself.
He lets out a deep groan. “Ten years since I’ve been inside you, and that’s what you want. You’re fucking killing me, Jael. I want to take my time with you but doing that is going to go too quick.”
“Please,” I beg.
My knees shake and I wonder if he’s going to flip me onto my stomach. The thought of facing Rhett’s face right now feels overwhelming. Letting him see how vulnerable I am, how much I want this to be more than a quick, one night stand for him feels overwhelming and something I don’t even know how to wrap my mind around quite yet.
But then I feel him joining me on the bed, kneeling behind me as he brings his cock down to my slit and drags it across my opening deliciously.
“You’re such a wet mess for me.” He teases my clit with his fingers as his cock rests between my thighs. Two fingers slip back inside of me while I rub back and forth on his bare cock, grinding against him as he lets out another growl. “You were always so responsive to my touch. I can feel you opening for me. Clenching my fingers like you will my cock.”
“Yes,” I hiss as his hand cups my pussy. He holds me like that, two fingers pumping into me, taking his time rubbing his palm against my clit until I can feel my orgasm starting to crest. “I’m so close, Rhett.” I drag myself down across the smooth skin of his cock again, coating his fingers and his shaft with me.
“Then that’s my sign to stop,” he says softly like it pains him before removing his fingers.
“W-what? What are you doing?” I whine.
He chuckles from behind me, and I can hear the loud tear of a condom being opened as he moves about the room, gettinghimself ready before the bed dips again and he’s back behind me.
His hands knead the flesh of both my ass cheeks before he spreads them wide and groans.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this, Jael. And despite you wanting to speed this along, I want to savor you. To worship your body. Memorize the ways that you’ve changed and show you the ways that I have too. I want you to feel every aching inch of my cock when I take you because it’s all for you. It’s always been for you. And when you come this time, I want it to be on me.”
A full body shiver races down my spine as he slides his fingers back into me, sweeping them back forth. Then he grips his shaft again, dragging it between my opening and giving me just the tip. I brace myself, my breathing labored as I prepare for what’s going to happen but instead of pushing in all the way, he pulls out.
“Rhett.”
“Tell me that you want me. Tell me that it’s me that has you this turned on.”
“Fuck, Rhett, I want your cock so bad. Give me you. Give meallof you.”
He leans over my back and whispers in my ears. “Music to my fucking ears, baby.”
And then he presses into me firmly as far as he can go in one delicious thrust.
I draw in a breath, my stomach hollowing out as if it’s making space for him to fit inside me. He doesn’t bottom out right away though, he rocks back slightly, steadying himself before he presses in again.
“Relax, baby. It’s me.”
It’s him.
