Page 219 of Dark King Daddy

“Come here.”

I lifted my face to his kiss. He stayed close afterward, his forehead against mine, until I smiled.

“There you are,” he murmured.

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“I noticed.”

He coated himself with lubricant and settled between my thighs again. When he pressed against me where the toy had been, I drew in a breath. He was larger. The first stretch startled me, and my fingers closed around his arm.

He stopped immediately.

“Stay there,” I said.

“I’m staying.”

His thumb moved over my hip. I breathed, let my shoulders settle, and waited until the tightness eased.

“Okay,” I whispered. “More.”

He moved a little deeper. The fullness spread through me, strange and intense, and I held his gaze while I adjusted to it.

“You’re very patient,” I said unsteadily.

His mouth moved. “Don’t be fooled.”

I looked at him properly then. At the tension in his jaw, the effort in his arms. His breathing was as uneven as mine.

“Oh.”

He bent to kiss me.

“Yes,” he said against my lips. “Oh.”

I smiled, and some of the tension left my body. We stayed like that for a moment, close and quiet, before I asked him to move again.

He went slowly. Each time he stopped, he waited for me; each time I was ready, I told him. Finally he was fully inside me, and I could feel the warmth of his hips against me and the extraordinary fullness of him.

I touched his face.

“I love you.”

His expression changed. Even now, after all the times I had said it, the words could still get past everything he used to protect himself.

“I love you too.”

He kissed me. I held him there, and when he drew back and moved again, I kept my hand against his cheek.

“I love fucking my wife’s ass,” he said, his voice rough against my mouth.

The words sent heat through me. I pulled him back for another kiss, and he began to move.

Slowly at first. I needed the time to find the pleasure inside the unfamiliar sensation, to learn the way my body answered him. Then I felt it, deep and insistent, and my fingers tightened in his hair.

“Like that.”

He kept the rhythm. I could hear our breathing, the small sounds I couldn’t seem to help making. His hand found my clit, and the familiar touch joined the fullness in a way that made my hips lift.