“Please,” she immediately said. “Fuck me, sir.”
“More.”
“Please!” Her hushed urgings were barely heard in the air between them, but they both knew her intent. “I need you.” For the first time since the bath, she touched herself, proving to both her mind and her husband that she was ready. “Come take your wife.”
“Mm, that’s right.” He unbuckled his belt the rest of the way and pushed his trousers and boxers to the floor. “You are my wife, aren’t you?” Next came his shirt, unbuttoned and tossed aside. Every second of him undressing was more reason to anticipate his lovemaking. “I get to do whatever I want with you.”
She loved the little details, likewithyou.But he could also do whatever he wantedtome.
“You know what I want to do, Princess?”
“No, sir.” She cocked her hips to the side and opened her legs, chest pushed high into the air.Want me, Henry. Work yourself up until you can’t help yourself.Those were the best nights. “What do you want to do to me?”
He propped her knees open as he climbed onto the bed. Monica reclaimed her breath before she knocked herself unconscious. Even though they had made love a thousand times before, she still anticipated him like it was the first time.In that room in the Château.Always special to her, forever more.
“I want to make you scream in ecstasy.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, completely blinding her in the darkness of their room. “You’re already halfway there.”
He bent down and kissed her again. The moment Monica dropped her guard, he flipped her over, shoving her face into the comforter as she scrambled to grab a pillow.
I love the little details…Like him grabbing the pillow for her before he completely gave in to the animalistic instincts she drew out of him.
Monica barely had her face buried in her pillow before her husband thrust his hard cock inside of her.I’ll scream, all right.The intensity of his entering her would have echoed down the hallway if it weren’t for the pillow protecting some of her integrity. After he pulled out and thrust into her again, however, she didn’t even know what integrity was.Sounds like something that gets in the way between us.
She hoped he appreciated her telling the truth about being wet.For him.Monica would have been proud, but she was too wrapped up in the mind-numbing sensation of him fucking her as if that was what she was born for.It was.She wanted to weep from how satisfied she already was, how her husband always knew exactly the perfect direction to take a scene. She had inspired him, yes, but Monica needed surprising twists as much as she needed the same old romantic lovemaking. As much as she loved her husband sweetly but intensely making love to her, she loved being fucked into the depths of the bed just as much.
“Don’t stop…” How futile were her words as Henry lost himself in her, and she lost her voice against her pillow? “Harder…” No, he couldn’t hear her. “Harder!”
She wasn’t one to usually make demands of him in bed. But she was still in that begging mindset, desiring his crumbs like she desired anything else he might give her.
A hard spank landed right on her ass as he pulled out his cock and teased her with his finger. “I’m the one who decides that, Princess. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
That was all he cared to say before he slammed back into her, making her toes curl up into the air and her face strain against her pillow. Monica completely forgot who she was or even who this man was.My husband. My Dom.And he wanted her.Neededher. He never forgot her for a minute. Never forgot to ensure her pleasure even when he used her.
So, it was no wonder she cried out into her pillow when he reached his arm around her thigh and stroked her clit with his fingertip. He sank deeper into her, and she held her breath for what felt like forever.
If she had more of her wits about her she would play with him too. Monica was a master of controlling her inner walls and giving her husband a well-timed squeeze when she wanted him to come undone. Yet she didn’t have the wherewithal now. He had decided to fuck her like this, and that was that. She was his. She was his touse.
There she went. Deep into that headspace that made her feel one with her Dom.
She didn’t need kisses. She didn’t need caresses or words of reassurance.What I need ishim. And that was exactly what she got.
Monica was so deep in that space that she didn’t even register her orgasm until she was halfway through it, sailing the highest peak of that wave and surrendering herself to the motions of his endless thrusts.
No, no, no…She didn’t want to reach the shore. Not without him.
Ah, maybe she could do it, after all. That well-timed squeeze of her body that would fuckingend him.
Ah, God…Yes. There it was. Her husband giving her his seed before he even knewhewas coming too. The delayed groan making him stiffen his movements and hold her hips close to his as he rocked forward only made Monica extend the ecstasy she experienced.
Wasn’t this what she had wanted all night? To serve her Dom, to make him unleash this side of him?
Henry kissed the small of her back before joining her down by her pillow. Monica finally lowered her hips and rolled onto her side so she faced him. Silently, they entwined their arms, Henry attempting to catch his breath while staring into the abyss of their dark room.
