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“Not yet.” He doesn’t relent. The vibrator hums as his mouth lowers to my clit. Then I feel his finger, soft but insistent, circling around my behind.

My eyes are so wide behind the mask I’m not sure there’s any moisture left in them.

“West!” Oh god, it feels so naughty. And so good. He’s gentle, he doesn’t push his way inside. He just circles, teasing me, claiming me.

“You’re mine everywhere,” he tells me, his breath hot against my aching body. “And you’re going to take everything I give you. Like a good girl.”

His words alone unravel me. My body convulses, the vibrator humming deep inside of me as his mouth sucks at my clit. My fourth orgasm rips through me like a tornado, pulling me apart, leaving pieces of me everywhere.

“One more.”

“I can’t. West. I just…”

“For me,” he says, his voice soft as cotton. “Come on, sweetheart. Just one more.”

The way he says it, so gently, like he needs this, breaks me. He licks softly this time, like he knows how overstimulated I am. That I need gentle. I need kind. And god, he’s that too. His mouth caresses, his tongue soothes, and suddenly I feel the pleasure coiling like it’s rising from deep inside of me, slow and unstoppable.

The orgasm rolls through me. Not sharp this time. Slow and endless. A wave that doesn’t ebb, a tide that doesn’t flow. I let out a low, aching keen as he kisses his way up my body.

Then takes my mouth with his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing me once. “So perfect.” Another kiss. “All mine. My beautiful wife. Damn, I can’t stop needing you.”

I feel the heavy press of him against my thigh. Hot, thick, and so stupidly hard. I can’t help the way my hips lift, searching for him, needing him.

“Please,” I whisper. My voice is ragged, pleading. “West, I need you inside of me.”

His forehead presses against mine, his breath rough and reverent. “God,” he rasps. “You undo me.”

He presses at my entrance, slick and ready. My body clenches in anticipation, my thighs parting wide for him. I need this. I need him.

“Oh,” I breathe, the blindfold heightening every other sense. “Let me see you. Please, West. Now.”

twenty-seven

WEST

My hands shake as I unknot the blindfold, throwing the black scrap of silk to the floor as she blinks up at me, her warm eyes adjusting to the light. Something in my chest contracts. She took everything I threw at her. Without a complaint, without trying to pull away.

She trusted me. Christ, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her right now. To hold her tight. To deserve that trust.

My cock presses against the soft skin of her, heavy with need. I kiss her again, slow and demanding.

“Are you sore?” I ask her.

“Not sore enough.” Her eyes don’t leave mine as I push forward, the swollen head of me nudging against her slick entrance. She arches her back, urging me on, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to cry out as she envelops me. It’s like I’ve finally come home.

We’re staring at each other as I move my hips back, then surge forward, sinking into her until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.

She trembles beneath me, her nails sinking into my shoulders, and I can’t pull my gaze away from her beautiful face.

I start to shake. Not from the strain, not from holding back, but from something deeper, clawing at my chest.

I’m so close. I lean down and kiss her lips again, needing her taste. Needing her to anchor me.

My forehead rests against hers, and I whisper before I can stop myself. Words I never thought I’d say. “Don’t let go of me.”

She blinks, her lashes tangling with mine. “I won’t.” As if to prove it, she slides her hands down my back, my spine tingling at her touch. And then she digs her hands into my ass, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to come inside of her so hard that neither of us will ever get over it.