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“Fuck!” he grinds out above me.
I grin up at him. “Can’t try that on your own, huh?” I do it again just to prove my point. My bravery is about to run dry. “Anyway, your scars are sort of like that. A little rough but not sharp, and I want to feel them pressing into me. Reminding me that my battle-hardened warrior is alive and in charge.”
Two large hands slide under my arms and pull me up. “My turn to play, baby. Or this is not going to be nearly as much fun as you imagine,” he growls as he strips me thoroughly and efficiently. Instinctively, my hands move to cover myself from his heated inspection, but he holds them away with a small smile.
“You’re beautiful, Bets. Inside and out.” He pulls me close against him, his cock pressing between my thighs as he kisses me. I was right — the rough skin pressing against me feels delicious and somewhat dangerous. Like no matter what I mess up, Heath is intent on claiming me. Finally.
10
Betsy
Before I’m even over the shock of being naked with my husband, Heath is gently bending me down onto the bed. I’m half-expecting him to chicken out at the last minute. But I should have remembered this is Heath. Steadfast is probably his middle name. Out of nowhere, that thought bubbles up as he laves one of my nipples into a stiff peak.
“Heath? What’s your middle name?”
“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” His chuckle is incredulous.
“It popped up. And now I want to know,” I tell him simply, sliding one leg over his hip before he gets any ideas about leaving.
Heath nips the soft skin of my inner shoulder with a growl. “Everett.” He goes back to my other breast, leaving the first pouting.
I mull that over in my mind. Heath Everett Ainsley. It has a nice ring to it. And his initials would be… that’s when I start giggling uncontrollably.
Heath lifts his head with a sigh. “Now what?”
“Your initials are HEA! Heath!” I chortle with delight while he stares at me. Then eventually he shakes his head in bewilderment.
“Betsy. I’m getting the sense that you aren’t entirely ready for this.”
That sobers me up right quick. “I am. I am! I’m just a little anxious that you’re going to regret it — possibly before we get there.”
His hand moves between my thighs, rubbing lightly against my folds. “Baby, the only thing I’m going to regret is if I hurt you. And right now, you aren’t nearly wet enough for me.”
“Oh, that’s easy to fix. You haven’t been talking much. Just start reciting the alphabet and I’ll be soaking in no time.”
Heath pushes up on his elbows, the better to scan my face for any signs of evasion. “Seriously? You get off on my voice?”
I shrug. “What do you want me to say? I like it. I love the hint of an accent — sort of warm and liquidy. Makes my spine tingle.”
“Well, that’s easy enough to test, I guess.” Heath doesn’t sound convinced, but he stretches out again next to me, one hand loosely splayed over my pussy. And then to tease me literally starts in on the ABCs. I think it’s around G when my thighs clench around his hand. By the long-drawn out M I’m a quivering mass of jelly. Heath’s thumb glides over my well-lubricated clit.
“Heath!”
“Slow down, Bets. I haven’t gotten to the good stuff yet. How do you feel about dirty talk, hmmm? Are you secretly a bad girl? Do you like knowing that you get me harder than I’ve ever been? Even before the accident. That when you bend over, your ass twitches like it’s literally inviting me to force you to be still by spearing you with my cock?”
I moan. Long and low, the sound is filled with need. Heath talking like that? The feel of his hand stroking my folds, one finger probing my channel while he talks about impaling me? It’s off the charts. I turn into his chest as I shatter. He pulls me close with his free hand, the other still circling and probing while my orgasm pulses against his fingers. He kisses my hair.
I stretch my thighs wide, inviting him in. Heath rolls me onto my back, his cock probing my stomach as he maneuvers. “I’m not sure I can maintain talking the whole time, Bets.”
“S’okay. I just want you,” I murmur, trying to tug him closer, but he’s so much bigger and resistant.
“You have me, baby.” And he surges forward.
Heath
Betsy may be the one with a literal barrier to be breached, but it’s my walls that come crumbling down as my cock presses into her tight channel. Because instead of pushing me away for causing her pain, my darling girl tries to pull me closer. The last of my resistance to believing in a future together goes flying out the window. She has every bit of me now.
I muster what little ability I have to speak to ease her out of the adjustment. “Can you feel me, Bets? Feel my cock claiming you, about to breed you and fill you with cum. I’m going to plant that seed deep, baby.”
