“Now, now… how do you ask politely?”
I roll my eyes. “Pretty please.”
Giving me a lopsided smile, he places one hand around the base of my throat as the other one holds himself up on top of me.
“Who fucks you the best?” he asks, nuzzling his mouth onto the place along my collarbone that sends shivers down my spine every time. That, mixed with the possessive tone of his voice…
It sends me reeling every time.
“You,” I whisper, panting.
“Who knows exactly what you want?”
“You,” I moan. “It’ll always be you, Julian.”
“That’s right, baby.Me.Don’t ever forget it.”
He squeezes his hand a bit tighter around my throat, just enough to cause my orgasm to shatter through me unexpectedly.
“Yes,” I hiss, arching my back as waves of pleasure light me up from inside. My toes curl and my eyes roll back as Julian moves his hand down between my legs, extending the pleasure with his thumb on my clit, dragging it out until I’m twitching and gasping.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice ragged. “Fuck, Soph?—”
The low, heady groan that escapes his lips is a holy experience. His jaw goes slack as he comes inside of me, and his arm next to my head trembles.
When he’s done, he pulls out of me and lays down next to me, breathing hard.
I look over at him as my chest rises and falls, and then we both laugh.
“That was unexpected,” I tell him, kissing the scruff along his jaw as I wrap an arm around his warm torso. “But I know what you’re doing.”
He smirks as he kisses my nose. “And what is it that I’m doing?”
“It’s Saturday.”
“And?” he asks, turning to face me.
“You’re being territorial,” I say softly, propping my head up on my elbow.
His smile starts slow and grows as the seconds pass. “Territorial? Perhaps. But I’m also excited.” He takes my hand and brings it to his still-hard cock. “See? Just thinking of another man fucking my wife makes me lose my mind with lust.”
I pull my lips to one side as I study his expression. “You’d tell me if you felt otherwise, right?”
He leans over and kisses my forehead. “I would. I promise.”
“Okay. Because I’d give it up right now if you decided you didn’t enjoy it anymore.”
“Mmm, look at us having such a healthy conversation like adults. Communication, baby.”
I laugh. “I love you.”
“I love you too, pet.”
He sits up and walks to the en suite bathroom that only has a working sink. The shower and toilet are still under construction, as is most of the house. I suppose that’s what we get for buying a house that needed a lot of repairs.
He walks out a few seconds later with a warm washcloth, and my heart squeezes as he slowly runs it between my legs to clean me up.
“Now I really need a shower,” I tell him.
