“Sit on my lap now,” I bark out.
She moves to stand with a smirk, then straddles my hips on either side. I push my cock between us so that it’s rubbed deliciously against her slit and ass as she sits down firmly. It’s not going inside of her,yet, but the friction of her rocking her wet pussy all over me is about all I need to come.
I bring the buzzing toy to her clit and press it down gently. It almost instantly has her eyes closing and her head tilting back, giving me the most beautiful view of her throat.
“Fuck.”
She clenches her abs and leans forward as her hands wrap around my neck. I’m sure it’s pathetic, but just the touch of her has my balls tightening. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been touched by a beautiful woman.
“You like that?”
She nods. “I do.”
I decrease the speed until it’s on the slowest setting as she finds her rhythm, rocking all against me, slicking my cock with her pussy, chasing her release. My fingers circle her waist, then creep down between her thighs until I slip one inside of her opening. She clenches down on a gasp as she rocks harder, finding what feels good.
“Don’t stop, Hayes.”
I shake my head. “Nothing could make me stop right now. You’re such a wet mess for me.”
She lets out another moan, her hips dropping harder on my lap, wetting it until I can feel the hairs on my leg soaked from her pussy. I slide another finger inside as she clenches harder, rubbing all over my tip.
“I don’t want you stressing about Friday,” I murmur against her neck, my lips ghosting over the sensitive skin but refusing to claim her mouth just yet. I plant a soft kiss there, tasting salt and warmth, while her fingers thread into my hair, tugging hard until our eyes lock.
“I’m nervous, Hayes. I’m not going to lie. I don’t want this to be a failure.”
“I know,” I whisper, my fingers sweep back and forth inside of her pussy, finding the perfect spot. “But this isn’t just on you to plan. We’re a team. I got you. I’m here to help.”
Her breath catches, not from the toy still humming against her clit or my fingers buried deep inside her—but from that. From the words I just said that maybe I shouldn’t have. That we’re a team and there’s more to what we’re doing here.
“You can’t say shit like that when I’m naked on top of you,” she whispers.
“I can say whatever the hell I want tomy wife.” It slips out, unfiltered and raw, tumbling into the space between us like it belongs there.
Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t.
Maybe it always has.
She stills, pulling back just enough to study me, her blue eyes sharp and searching. I don’t know what she’s looking for. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m looking for. My mind screams to pump the brakes, she’s your lawfully wedded wife that you’re messing around with foolishly, but my body—my hand, my mouth, my heart—is all in, too far gone to retreat.
Most women might freeze, laugh it off, or spiral into awkwardness. Or worse, want some kind of decoration of love and commitment.
Not Regan.
She absorbs it like she does everything else—with quiet intensity, letting it settle into her bones without flinching or making me feel bad for saying it before I could think it all the way through.
“Hayes, I…” she starts, voice soft, but the rest gets lost in the pulse between us.
I don’t let her finish. I cover her mouth with my lips and kiss her instead. It’s hot, unhurried, tongues dancing behind our lips. She lets out a moan, and presses her breasts into my chest whichmakes me fucking lose it. I try to put a third finger inside of her, but the angle isn’t right, and her movements are too erratic as her orgasm barrels towards her.
“Yeah?” I rasp out against her mouth, my fingers continuing to work inside of her tight cunt. Fuck she’s so wet and warm and I can’t stop thinking about how good it’d feel to be inside of her bare. That has my mind spinning in directions it shouldn’t go.
“I’m going to come,” she moans out, and then folds into my chest so tightly like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, muscles contracting snuggly, and I milk it, letting her ride the high of her orgasm as she relaxes, eventually softening in my arms.
I’m solid as a rock still, practically leaking against her ass but this wasn’t for me. This was for her. To cross an item off her list and get her to see, it’s all going to be okay.
“Oh god, Hayes,” she’s panting, her hips still moving in a circle but slower now as she buries her face into my neck.
“I can tell how much you needed that,” I whisper.
