He wanted, essentially, to punish her via sex for destroying them.
It was a reprehensible thing to do; depraved, even, but they’d both set themselves on this course and there wasn’t a hope in hell of stopping now.
He could see the dark hunger in Lena’s eyes. Could see it in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts—still concealed from him by her loose shirt, a situation he’d have to fix ASAP. Could smell it on the air—that delicate perfume of her desire he’d craved since the first time they’d made love.
A tight ball of pressure rolled in his gut and he swallowed.
Love.
Try as hard as he could to convince himself this was just about sex, he knew it wasn’t. Not for him.
Which made it all the more dangerous.
Insane.
Impossible to stop.
The only woman he’d ever loved, the only woman he would ever love, was there for him to lose himself in.
He would hold this night forever in his heart and soul. Even if it was only raw, animalistic rutting.
“Almost come,” he reiterated, as Lena took the rabbit from his hand.
She licked her lips. The sight of her small pink tongue came close to undoing him. “Almost,” she repeated, the word a husky rasp.
He clenched his jaw. “Now.”
Gaze still locked on his, she switched on the vibrator.
His pulse quickened.
With a deep breath, Lena parted her thighs a little wider, slipped her free hand down over her stomach, the curve of her pussy, and spread her folds.
Mike’s cock—so engorged with blood he wondered why he hadn’t passed out—twitched at the glistening pink flesh she revealed.
He swallowed again, his pulse pounding in his ears, his balls throbbing in harmonic beat.
What was he doing?
Sexually torturing your wife. No wonder she thinks you’re a—
Lena inserted the tip of the humming vibrator into the spread folds of her sex. Penetrated herself. An inch.
Mike bit back a groan.
Lena didn’t.
The low sound caressed his senses. Sent fresh blood rushing to his erect cock. It pushed against the inside of his fly, straining for freedom.
Driving his blunt nails into his palms, he watched the pink rabbit slip farther into Lena’s pussy.
She groaned again, louder this time, exposing her clit more with the fingers of her other hand.
The “ears” of the rabbit on the side of the device drew closer to the tiny nub of flesh. Closer.
Lena arched on the mattress, another groan falling from her.
He flicked her face a quick look, finding her heavy-lidded stare on his face.
Watching him watch her.
“Deeper,” he instructed. Jesus, his throat sounded as if it were made of gravel.
Breasts heaving underneath the silk of her shirt, Lena sank the vibrator farther past her pussy lips.
The rapidly moving ears kissed her clit.
Mike sucked in a steadying breath. Watched the way the silicone prongs thrummed against the small tip of nerves. His mouth filled with saliva. His cock pulsed in his jeans.
“Oh God,” Lena murmured, arching on the bed. She raked her free hand up her belly, over her ribs to cup her left breast. Squeezed. “Oh fuck…”
He didn’t know if it was the profanity—so rarely uttered by her—or the sight of her hand on her breast, but he couldn’t stay motionless any longer.
Pressing one knee to the bed beside her waist, he closed his fingers around her wrist and removed her hand from her breast.
“Mike…” she complained, pleasure-fogged gaze finding his.
“Deeper,” he ordered again, even as he slipped his hand beneath the loose neckline of her shirt and tugged it aside. Exposing the beauty of her right breast to his hungry inspection.
She whimpered, the slight shift of her arm, her shoulder, telling him she’d done as instructed.
With a quick glance at the rabbit—now almost completely embedded in her sex, its ears vibrating against her clit with a speed he swore he could feel in his gut—he ran his hand over the smooth flesh of her breast, reveling in the satiny friction of her hard nipple on his palm.
“Your tits are without equal,” he murmured, trailing his fingertips up the swell of her breast to capture her nipple in a gentle pinch. “Without peer.”
A hitching groan tore from Lena. She writhed, her hips moving, her breath shallow.
“I’ve never forgotten the incredible way they feel in my mouth, against my tongue…” He shifted his weight and bent at the waist, holding her stare as he did so. “Tell me, Button, have you forgotten what it feels like when I do this?”
He lowered his head to her chest and sealed his lips around her pebbled nipple. Sucked its form deep into his mouth.
“Oh Mike,” she cried, snaring a fistful of his hair.
He drew upward, releasing her flesh with a wet pop.
She groaned in protest. “Please…”
He flicked a look down her body at the vibrator still deep in her body. “Are you close, babe?”
She shook her head, the feverish action turning into a nod as pleasure and frustration contorted her face. “Mike…please…”
“Tease your clit again,” he said. “Tease it until you’re about to come.”
Lena shoved her hips upward, the action moving the vibrator until the twin tips of its ears rubbed at her clit.
“That’s my hot fucking woman,” he murmured in approval a heartbeat before returning his mouth to her breast.
“Oh God…” The hand in his hair bunched tighter, tugging on the strands with a pressure close to painful. He responded in kind, sucking her nipple harder, laving his tongue over it as he did so. “Oh G— Oh fuck, M-Mike…that’s…that’s so…”
Releasing her nipple with another pop, he pushed the neckline of her shirt wider and caught her other nipple with his mouth. Feasted on it as he plucked and pinched the nipple he’d just abandoned with his fingers.
She bucked on the bed, the vibrator’s hum growing higher in pitch, faster.
She’d increased the speed.
For some reason, that fact made Mike’s cock throb.
Groaning his appreciation around the nipple in his mouth, he raked his free hand down over her ribs, her belly, and circled her wrist.
Directed her hand to bury the rabbit as deep as it could go in her pussy.
Stroked it in and out of her, suckling on her breasts as he did so.
Lena whimpered, her nails scoring lines of pain across the backs of his shoulders even as she thrust her hips higher, taking the vibrator deeper still.
The device hummed, its powerful vibrations travelling up Mike’s arm, tingling a path over his body.
He released Lena’s nipple once again, licking at the salty perspiration sheening her skin, her throat, before returning to her breast once more.
“M-Mike…” Lena clawed at his back, his name a rasping pant. “Mike, I’m going…I’m going to…”
He couldn’t get enough of the heady sensation of her breast’s perfection in his mouth. With every touch of her tight nipple on his tongue, his balls and cock throbbed with urgent hunger. His head swam. His body thrummed.
“Oh God, Mike!” Her nails scraped at his side, “I’m going to…”
Fuck, he could die of pleasure worshipping her breasts this way. Could suckle on her nipple and—
Two fingers found the tiny tip of his nipple and pinched. Hard.
Concentrated pleasure shot through him and he hissed, jerking his head up at the very second Lena withdrew the vibrator from her sex, snared his wrist, and shoved his fingers where it had been.
Mike didn’t hold back his groan as he buried his fingers into her sodden heat.
Nor did he argue when she shifted on the bed. Rising to her knees, her grip on his wrist firm, keeping his fingers in her sex, she tangled her free hand in the hair at his nape and captured his nipple with
her mouth.
Fresh pleasure rushed through him, as searing and wild as the previous wave.
“Holy fuck, babe,” he ground out, slamming his hips forward. His erection—still trapped by his jeans—pressed to the softness of her belly. Her grip on his wrist didn’t relax. Instead, she moved his hand until it was impossible for his fingers to enter her any more, sucking and biting his nipple the whole time.
He threw back his head, scrambling for hers, for a fistful of her hair.
She laughed, the throaty sound propelling him closer to oblivion, as she released his nipple. “That’s my hot fucking man,” she said, echoing his earlier words, before capturing the side of his neck and sucking.
Branding him.
In the very way he’d branded her.
Chapter Five
He hissed in another breath, and then let out a ragged gasp as Lena shoved her hand down his jeans. She wrapped his cock in a tight fist, squeezing his length as she moved her lips up to dip below his ear and suck hard on his flesh again.
“Fuck…” he burst out, driving his hips forward.
Around his fingers, her sex contracted. In his ear, her breath turned to a low moan. “Tell me, Mikey,” she squeezed his cock again, pumping up and down as much as his snug jeans would allow, “who’s made you orgasm since you left?”
The question sheared through him. Arousing and soul-wrenching at once.
With a growl, he snagged a handful of her hair and yanked her head away from his neck, locking his stare on hers.
“My hand,” he snarled, slamming his fingers deeper into the warm, wet channel of her pussy. Scissoring them inside her. “Since the day I met you, I’ve fucked no one else.”
Lena grew still. Her eyes widened. A soft sound fell past her parted lips.
“No one, Button,” he repeated, dragging his hand from her hair to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. “The only flesh that’s come near that cock you’re holding is my own.”
He pulled in a slow breath, his heart wild.
“Until now.”
An array of emotions he couldn’t catch, let alone comprehend, flickered over her face, there and gone just as quickly.
“Mike…” she whispered, his name little more than a moan.
“That’s the way it’s always been, since the day you entered my life, babe,” he said, brushing his thumb over the tip of her nipple. In her sex, he gently stroked her G-spot. “No matter what you want to—”
She crushed his lips with hers, silencing him with a ferocity that was both insanely hot and unsettling.
He should’ve ended it. But the second her tongue swept into his mouth, he was lost once more to the sheer sexual potency of the moment.
With a growl into her mouth, he shoved her backward, covering her body with his as she hit the mattress, his fingers still buried in her sex.
She whimpered into the kiss, reaching for his fly, unzipping it, as he ravished her lips, her throat, her breasts.
The second his zipper was fully lowered, his cock sprang free of its denim prison.
Lena took possession of it immediately, taking it in her hand and pumping it hard and fast.
They fucked each other that way for long moments, their cries and grunts the most erotic sounds Mike had ever heard.
And then, just as he was about to withdraw his fingers from her pussy and replace them with his tongue, Lena grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand away, her rapid pants as loud as his thumping heart. “No…” She shook her head. “I don’t want to come yet.”
The declaration lashed at him, a wicked whip of delight that stole his breath.
He raised an eyebrow at her as he settled onto his knees, his cock jutting upward from his open jeans. The room’s cool air kissed it, turning the pre-come leaking from its tip to a thin line of icy pleasure on his skin. “Who says you’ve got a choice?” he asked with a smirk.
Lena smirked back. “I do.”
She threw herself at him.
Flattened him to the bed with her hands and, before he could react, spun and sat on his chest with her back to him, her knees pinning his wrists to the bed. “Now…” she said, playfully loud. “Where’s that vibrator of… Ah, there it is.”
She leant forward enough to present the sight of her exquisite arse to him.
Mike groaned.
He could throw her off in a second if he wanted to.
He didn’t.
Fuck. Not at all.
Not yet at least.
With a wriggle of her butt, she returned to her previous position, but this time, she tossed him a look over her shoulder.
Devilish lust danced in her eyes and, wordlessly, she held up the pink rabbit for him to see.
Mike swallowed. Its long, thick surface still glistened with her juices.
“What are you…” The question died on his lips as she pressed her thumb to the On button.
The room filled with the unmistakable hum of the vibrator on full speed.
Between his thighs, his cock pulsed. His stomach clenched.
Still without a word, Lena looked forward again.
Took his length in one firm hand and traced the tip of its bulbous head with the tip of the vibrator.
A rush of concentrated sensation unlike any he’d ever experienced flooded his groin, the pit of his belly. He let out a strangled groan, balling his fists and driving his hips upwards. “Holy fuck, woman. That’s—”
She removed the vibrator from his cock, shifted on his chest, and plunged her mouth down his length.
“Fuck,” he ground out.
The wet suction of her mouth grew stronger. One of her hands wriggled past his open fly to cup his scrotum.
Fresh pleasure sheared through him and he bucked again, slipping his wrists from beneath her knees to grab at the soft flesh of her hips. “Jesus, babe, I’ve missed you.”
Lena sucked her way up the length of his erection, teased the rim of its distended head with her tongue, and then released him with a pop.
His cock slapped against his stomach in a meaty whack a second before she snared it with firm fingers and returned the vibrator to its tip. This time, however, as Mike groaned and shoved his hips as high as they could go, she traced the sex toy up and down the underside of his shaft, lingering for languid moments at its base.
The vibrations sank into Mike’s balls, radiated through to his perineum, his anus. His hole clenched, his breath hitched. His head spun, his brain struggling to process the sensation, the unadulterated pleasure consuming him.
“Lena…” he rasped, eyes closing. He smoothed his hands over her butt, up her back, down to her hips and to her butt again.
She wriggled on his chest, shifting her position just enough to grant his fingers access to that which he wanted more than anything at that very second—her cream-slicked flesh.
Opening his eyes, almost undone by the vibrator exploring his cock and his balls, he watched his thumb slowly sink into her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” she murmured, shifting a little. Lifting off his chest to draw her posterior closer to his face.
With a growl, he took what she offered, hauling her sex to his mouth.
He lapped at her clit, her entry, kneading her butt cheeks as he did so.
Lena writhed on top of him, controlling the vibrator’s path over his genitals, increasing its speed and pressure with every moan and curse that left him.
He feasted on her juices, body on fire, lust and pleasure propelling him closer to an orgasm he knew he would have no hope of tempering.
Did he want to?
No.
But he didn’t want to fucking come all over her face, either.
He wanted to bury himself in her sweet, tight heat and lose himself there. Where he was meant to be.
Inside his wife.
His wife.
When Lena moved the tip of her vibrator over his balls, below them, pressing it to his perineum in slow backward and forward strokes, he knew he had to move.
Before she penetrated his anus with its slick silicone form and he erupted.
He moved. Without warning.
The vibrator hit the mattress with a thud as he flung her off him and onto her back.
She let out a surprised laugh, a sound he captured with his mouth as he covered her with his body.
He invaded her mouth with his tongue, took possession of it. Worshipped it. She met his passion with equal greed and demand, scratching his back.
A distant part of his mind registered the metal teeth of his fly biting into his balls but he didn’t care. All that mattered was kissing Lena. Being with her.
Being inside her.
Dragging a hand down her body, he shoved the hem of her skirt higher until he could cup her naked arse once more. Kneaded it. Adored its soft and yet still toned curve.
She returned the caress in kind, smoothing her hands up and down his back, squeezing his arse through his jeans, clawing his shoulders.
A tingling pressure began to bloom at the base of his spine. His cock pulsed. “I need to be inside you, babe,” he growled against her lips. “Now.”
“Then fucking do it,” she panted, drawing her right knee up beside their bodies.
The demand detonated something akin to rapture within him. He hooked his hand around the back of her right thigh and yanked her knee higher, aligning the tip of his cock to her parted, sodden pussy lips.
And then paused.
Head roaring, pulse pounding so hard it was a physical pain, he gazed down into her face. “I’m not wearing a condom, Button.”
Lena’s eyes fluttered open at his strained declaration. Her stare found his. “I’m still using my IUD.”
Her answer, and the implied trust behind it, made Mike’s heart clench. Her IUD would protect her against pregnancy, but not STDs. That she still wanted him inside her, without a condom, meant she trusted he was clean.
Trust.
She trusted him on this at least.
It was something.
It was everything.
Holding her stare, he slowly sank all the way to the balls into her sweet heat.
A stinging burn radiated through her groin as Mike’s girth stretched her folds wide.
Lena cried out, not in discomfort, but in pleasure. It was so right. So right. Everything sex should be.
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