Page 205 of The Monster and the Masochist

She whimpered as I slid my hand under the elastic of her sports bra next, loving the contrast of hard and soft that all the planes of her body offered me.

“Take this off,” I murmured, and like she always did when I asked something of her, Theo obeyed.

It was messy, clumsy, and desperate, but she stripped out of her shirt and bra, only breaking our kiss for a brief moment so she could tug her shirt over her head.

I used the opportunity to shed my hoodie, and we both slipped out of our bottoms while still somehow managing to continue to devour each other.

Once we were free of our clothes, she sank down on top of me, and my eyelids fluttered at the warm feeling of her soft skin sliding against mine.

I was surrounded by her scent, and sparks of need and pleasure prickled beneath my palms as I skated my hands up her firm body.

Mindless with need and the possessive desire to mark her, I broke our kiss, so I could nip and suck a hot line down her jaw to her throat. She arched in my arms as I paused to worship the line of her collarbone.

Her breasts.

The hard pebbled bud of her nipple.

She gasped as I drew it into my mouth, pulsing the tip between my teeth until I felt a wet slickness begin to drip down her thighs.

“C-Cass… fuck…”

I bit down and sucked hard enough that she cried out for me, her fingers curling into my shoulders as she ground her wet pussy down into mine.

I needed her… I needed to fucking own her…

“I want to make you come,” I rasped, kissing my way across her chest so I could give her other breast the same treatment.

She was in my mouth, and her scent was in my nose… My head was swimming with the heady sound of her desperate pants and beautiful moans.

All I wanted was to make her fall apart for me.

To make her feel something good after the world had treated her so poorly for so long.

Cuffing her throat, I gently rolled us again so I was spread out on top of her, and she looked up at me with those large, apprehensive eyes.

Kissing her gently on the nose, I slid a hand between our bodies and brushed my fingers over the top of her slit. She jerked beneath me, and the brief look of panic she always got when I expressed my desire to touch her flared.

“Can I? Will you let me taste you?” I asked breathily, hovering just above the part of her body that I’d been dying to worship since the first time I’d seen her naked.

Desire and fear warred in my wife’s eyes, and I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.

“We don’t have to, baby. If it’s too much, you can say no. I don’t want to push you.”

She swallowed hard, her dark eyes darting back and forth between mine.

“You won’t… penetrate me?” she whispered softly, and I shook my head.

“No, baby, I promise.”

Her eyes grew glassy again with tears, and she nodded.

“Okay…”

Excitement zinged through my chest at her consent, and I gave her a reassuring smile.

“If it’s too much and you change your mind, just tell me. I’ll stop everything the second you tell me to. You’re in control here, okay?”

Theo swallowed hard again and nodded.