Page 46 of The Widow's Dom

His eyebrows went up. She was definitely asking for a nice long butt fuck. “Let’s try two for that comment.”

“Wait…” she said and then squealed.

He finger-fucked her for several minutes. When she started pressing back against his fingers, he added another one. He wanted her as stretched out as he could before he fucked her. His hand rubbed up and down her back, while his other hand worked on her ass.

“Please. God, Nick…”

He pressed a kiss to the back of her head and got off of her. “Don’t move.”

After cleaning up, he was back. A grin crossed his face when he noticed she hadn’t moved an inch.

“Here, Baby,” he said as he pulled her over to the side of the bed with her knees tucked under her and stuffed a pillow under her chest. It would help him spread her ass cheeks.

He used the nozzle on the tube to push more lube into her. He wanted her as prepared as possible because he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Easy. Just relax and let me in.”

Her breathing had been choppy before and now was rapid and deep. When he felt her stiffen on him, he stopped and waited for her to relax.

“You’re doing so good, Baby. Once I get it in, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

“Please, Nick. Hurry.”

“No. We will take this slow because I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We’re just about there.”

When only one or so inches were left, he rammed into her, making them both groan.

When he got his breath back, he rubbed a hand up and down her back. “How are you?”

“I don’t know. I should say stop, but my body cravings are saying to keep you in me.”

He chuckled. “Good, because I wasn’t going to leave this heaven. Say yellow whenever it’s too much, and I’ll slow or stop. We’ll discuss it and then move on.”

“Okay. I read about the color code a lot in the books I edit. I like it because sometimes I want to yell no when I really want you to keep fucking me,” she said.

He chuckled. “Yes, that’s it exactly.” Nick took a breath. “Here we go.” He gritted his teeth as he slid out of her at a snail’s pace and back in. He could already feel a tingling at the bottom of his spine and knew he didn’t have long. “Jesus, this is heaven. How are you doing?”

She pressed her face into the pillow so he couldn’t hear anything but a mumble, but she was trying to push back against him, which told him all he needed to know. His fingers tightened on her hips to hold her steady as his thrusts took more momentum, going faster and harder.

“Fuck, Baby. Come for me.”

She tried to fight it at first, so he slid his hand in between her leg and the pillow and pinched down on her hard little clit.

“Come.”

The scream that tore from her throat, mixed with his deep groan, filled the house with echoes of their passion.

When he finally was able to stop, he braced one hand on the mattress as he tried to gain back some semblance of control.

A long moment later, he kissed the back of her head. “I’ll be right back to get you.”

He didn’t think she heard him and smiled. After cleaning up, he started the bathtub and poured some of her favorite bubbles.

Nick chuckled when he saw she’d tipped over on her side but still hugged the pillow. He tugged. “You can let go, Baby.” After he got it from her, he lifted her, carried her into the bathroom, and stepped into the tub.

“Here, Baby.” He handed her a rubber band for her hair. She struggled but could put most of it up to keep dry. His hand slid up and down her. “How are you doing?”

“Good, but I’m wiped out.”

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