“And Scott?”
“Asleep before I finished tucking him in.” Duster closed and locked their bedroom door. Totally naked and oblivious, he made his way to his shower. His buttocks were paler than the rest of him, outlining where his swim trucks had ridden. “Come talk to me.”
Diane followed him to his bathroom, still drying her hair while watching him. Duster moved briskly, humming while he cleaned up.
“What if he wakes up?” Maybe she should put him off another night under the pretext of being interrupted.
“Scott? He won’t. If he does, I explained to him earlier about our bedroom and privacy.”
“How did you explain that concept to him?” Scott, all of six, and Duster’s intention with the closed and locked door was pretty damned clear. There was no doubt Duster was expecting her to perform her wifely duties tonight. Diane peered at her reflection in the vapor-covered mirror and wondered if her lust for him would overcome her fear.
“Diane, if he’s old enough to learn to respect the differences in people, and weapons, he’s old enough to understand the concept of privacy.”
Diane considered.
“You heard him and the MacKay twins snickering and making faces each time we touched today. At their age, girls are yucky, and kissing and hugging is cooty-riddled and just plain gross.” Duster thrust his face under the showerhead, rinsed his soapy head, then flung it side to side. “They don’t get why we want to do that, but they’re also curious. They wonder when they see men and women behave that way. They’ll figure it out when they get older.”
“Hopefully when they’re much older.”
“Point is, Scott didn’t have a problem with the idea he has to knock before he comes into our bedroom.” Duster shut the water off, then carefully shaved his face. Behind the wavy glass, Diane could see his form, his hands foaming up the soap, then flicking a razor over his neck, chin and cheeks. Slow and smooth and careful, Duster shaved with meticulous movements that reminded her of the way he’d touched her seven years ago. Curiously, he left the stubble above his lip unshaved. “He told me he had to do the same thing with Sheldon’s bedroom but not yours.”
“So?”
“You might not like this, but Scott has the edges to understanding the difference.”
“Scott is extremely bright,” she said, trying to keep the thread of the conversation going so she didn’t get lost ogling her husband. He was just so utterly perfect. A sudden remembrance of swirling her tongue around the tip of Duster’s cock, and the gruff growl her action elicited, caused her entire body to shiver.
“That he is.” Duster paused for a breath. “And what Scott said tonight in his innocent way backed you up.”
“About what?”
“That you never had a sleepover friend. You’ve really never been with anyone but me.”
“Only you.” Maybe if she went down on him that would be a way to delay the inevitable decision she would have to make. What was so aggravating was that she could have sex with him if they had some kind of birth control. However, the mere mention would hurt Duster, and it wasn’t like there was a drugstore nearby. Diane knew this from talking with Rena. Each neighborhood had their own “store” where they bought food and other sundry items. Just the idea of buying condoms when she was Duster’s wife would spread rumors like wildfire.
“No interest in another man?”
“Interest? Perhaps.” Even as she said it, she knew it was a small lie. She’d never looked with interest at any man but Duster.
“Interest.” He smiled. “But no action.”
“No.” Diane turned, allowing her robe to gape open a bit.
His gaze traveled down her body, then back to her face. “Same here.”
“You’ve had an interest in other men?” Diane clutched her hand to her heart for dramatic effect.
“Lucky me with my funny wife.” Duster chuckled as he wrapped the beige towel around his hips, then meticulously flossed and brushed his teeth. “You can see why I had an interest in Rena.”
“Yes, I can. But I didn’t need anyone to back you up. I believed you when you told me there has been only me.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to take them back. She recognized she was starting a fight to avoid a larger issue.
Duster spat out his foamy toothpaste, rinsed his mouth, then cocked her a brow. “I’m not getting in digs at you, Diane. I’m being honest with you.” Duster looked her up and down from her bare naked toes to the top of her head. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want to trust you, but you have to cut me some slack for being the way I am.”
“Honest.”
“At times almost annoyingly so. I won’t pull my punches when I tell you what I think or what I feel. It’s the way I am. If you don’t like it, we got a big problem.”
“I love you for the way you are.” Diane angled her head close.
Duster settled his finger below her chin and tilted her face to his. When he kissed her, he brushed that bit of stubble over her lips.
“Now you know why I didn’t shave there.”
The sharp little mustache nipped against her flesh when he kissed his way along her chin, her neck, then nudged aside the edges of her too-short silk robe. When he rubbed that sharp stubble of his upper lip to her breasts, she moaned low and deep. Stroking and teasing that rough patch against her left her anticipating more, and then he pulled her nipple to his mouth. She felt his sucking lips right down between her legs. Impatient, she pushed her robe aside as she fumbled for his towel.
“Tell me you are willing.” Duster held his towel snug.
“You know I’m willing. I’m beyond willing. I’m eager.” Whatever fears she had seemed to have evaporated like the steam from Duster’s shower. Things would be different this time. If there was a problem, they would handle it together.
“Don’t show me— tell me.” Duster held her close.
Lifting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, “I want you. Only you. I’ve been with only you. I want only you. Must I fall to my knees and beg?” Diane pushed away and started to fall to her knees.
“God, no.” Duster scooped her to his chest. “Don’t do that.” He uttered a laugh that was just a shade shy of being in control. “You on your knees and me in the state I’m in?” He shook his head hard enough to fling off drops of water. “Before you could put your lush lips to me, I would die of simultaneous ecstasy and embarrassment.” Duster stroked his finger to her full bottom lip. “Ecstasy from the feel of your lips and embarrassment that I wouldn’t have a shred of control.”
Diane remembered a time on the Damn You when he’d ordered her to her knees to take him into her mouth. When she’d eagerly complied, he’d pulled her away, dropped to his knees beside her, then made the most gentle love to her he could manage. The more he tried to be a brutal master, the less he could actually pull off such a charade.
Duster removed his towel and flung it over the shower curtain rod to dry. Deftly he turned, and with gentle nudges of his fingers, he slid her silk robe from her shoulders until it pooled on the floor of his bathroom.
“Seven years is a long time, Diane,” Duster whispered to her ear. “If you want me to stop, please, tell me now.” His voice crackled with reluctance. If she begged him to stop, he would, even though he didn’t want to.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Diane admitted, pulling him near. “I’m not afraid anymore.”
“No?” He leaned back just enough to look in her eyes.
“No. Whatever happens we can handle it together.”
“That’s right.” He smiled briefly; then his lips fell on hers, demanding and insistent as he pulled her close.
Diane teased her tongue to his mouth as she cupped his erection between her thighs. She rocked the wet of herself along the length of him.
“That’s where I want you,” Diane said. “If you want me to tell you rather than show you, I’ll gladly give you show and tell.” Diane angled closer
, rocking his cock between her legs. “I’m wet for you, Duster. Not wet from the pool, or my shower, but wet from you. Because of you. Thinking of you, seeing you, smelling you. Telling you to stop is the very last thought on my mind.”
“Diane, I—”
“Wifely duties. Tell them to me.” Pressing her mouth against his ear, she whispered, “I want to be your willing and wanton whore, my husband. Command me to your pleasure.”
He groaned and picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he took her to their bed.
“Let me show you a bit of the husbandly duties.” Huge and calloused, his hands touched her with light, teasing strokes. When she tried to touch him, he pinned her hands to the bed. “Don’t. I won’t last long, and I want to please you first.”
“But you—”
He cut her off with a harsh and hungry kiss. “You are so beautiful.” Sliding his fingers in the honey heat between her legs, Duster kissed her face, neck and breasts as his fingers danced over her already sensitive skin. Licking and biting his way down, he urged her legs farther apart. “I want to taste you.”
Before she could ready herself, Duster maneuvered himself between her thighs and plunged his tongue to her core. She rocked her head side to side and opened her body wide for him. Using his lips, teeth, tongue and fingers, he drove her into delicious madness.
“Please, I—” Before she could finish, he rubbed that sharp new mustache right upon her tender and fully exposed clit.
Diane arched, flinging her hands over her head. Swift and sudden, she climaxed with a gasping whisper. She tried to pull her legs together to protect the now painful sensitivity of her clit, but Duster forced her legs apart and continued to rub and probe until she climaxed again. To suppress her screams of pleasure, she clenched her teeth.
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait.” Duster lifted himself, then settled between her legs. For a moment, he looked down at her with something like stunned surprise. “I never thought I’d see you again. Let alone have you in my bed.”
In one smooth thrust, he buried himself within her. Primal and deep, a groan escaped his lips as his body trembled against hers.
After waiting so long to feel him, the stretching of her body to accept the swift and sudden penetration of him stunned her. On the heels of his groan, she uttered a sigh of relief and pleasure that verged on a groan of pain.
Rocking his hips, he sought her mouth, kissing her as he pinned and took her against the bed. Upon his lips she tasted her own pleasure, and that taste of wild passion made her crazed below him, writhing and bucking, mad with desire.
“I’ve waited so long for you. Now that I have you, I want to make this last.” Duster didn’t move— he just held himself above her. Kissing her again and again, he settled his cock to the hilt within her when she wrapped her legs around him.
Diane thought she would go mad with the feel of him thick and hard, cradled within her, motionless. When she rocked her body up, massive hands gripped her hips, forcing her to stop. His entire weight pinned her for a moment until he balanced his body with his elbows.
“Don’t move.”
“Please.”
“Stop,” Duster hissed. “Stop.” After a deep breath, he said, “It’s not an order but a plea.”
Diane lay still.
“I’m cycling every boring thing I can think of through my head to stop—to put off—I don’t want this to end yet.”
With his lips to hers, he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue to her mouth in echo of the gentle thrust of his hips as he drew her up, so they sat cross-legged and still twined to each other.
Duster ordered the lights on low. “I want to see you.” His voice was breathless and low. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not at all. You feel wickedly good.” Thick, deep and wedged so tight, his cock almost stretched her beyond pleasure.
He held her this way, refusing to thrust into her, just touching her and kissing her and focusing considerable attention on her breasts. Duster nuzzled her taut nipples with that rough patch of hair above his lip until madness possessed her.
“It’s not enough.” Diane pushed him onto his back. Straddling his hips, she gripped his shoulders, then rocked herself against him . She rode him with careless abandon. As she moved forward, she rubbed her clit against the rough of his pubic hair, howling with raw pleasure. For once it wasn’t her hands, fumbling and frantic below the covers, but her body, proudly riding atop Duster. All the fear she’d felt swelled up into need as she galloped. Slamming her body down, yanking up, slamming back. Over and over. Her panting growls grew ever louder.
“Diane, oh God, slow down.”
“No.” She rode him faster.
“You’re too loud.”
“I don’t care.” She begged that Scott would not wake up, because she felt she wouldn’t be able to stop until she came. Wild and possessed, she rollicked against Duster. Her gasps and groans of pleasure grew louder. As climax teased along her nerves, Duster grabbed her hips and pulled her off him.
He flipped her onto her back and pinned her hands down to the bed. After he forced her legs apart with his knee, he climbed between her thighs, then held himself poised above her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Diane let out a howl of frustration.
Duster bit down her protest by taking possession of her mouth with his. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Be quiet.”
“I’m trying but it’s been so long.” Frantic, she tossed her head. “Ride me. I want you fast and hard. All the dark, erotic thoughts I’ve kept buried for seven years seem to be erupting all at once.” Tawny eyes wide, Diane begged, “Fuck me, Duster.” She winced at her own vulgarity. “That’s what I want.”
That word from her lips pushed him right over the edge. As he pinned her hands to the bed, he lowered his body over hers. Everything he felt on the Den of Iniquity came rushing back. The vision of her riding him wildly, then begging him to fuck her made him crazy. Worse, she squirmed below him, pleading and breathless, trying to pull him into her with the power of her legs around his hips.
“Duster, please.” Her voice and her eyes encouraged.
“Please what?” he demanded, holding himself poised.
“Fill me. I need you inside me.”
“Do you?” He dipped his hips and pressed the tip of his erection to the wet and grasping core of her. Rolling his hips, he allowed only the very head of his cock to penetrate into her greedy passage.
“Don’t tease me.” Diane arched up, but he moved back.
“There’s little you can do, my princess. I do believe I have the advantage.” He pressed her arms firmly to the bed.
Diane struggled, then realized the futility. A wicked smile crossed her face. “I’ll scream.”
“I’ll bite it down.” With a low, wide sweep, he teased her with the prow of his cock.
“What do you want?” Diane asked. “Just tell me, and I’ll say it, I’ll do it.”
“I want to possess you. I want you utterly submissive to me.” Nudging her again and again, he demanded, “Be my willing whore.” He bit the side of her neck, then sucked the tender flesh to his mouth.
With a groan and a stifled scream, Diane nodded.
“Not good enough. Tell me.”
“I’m yours.”
“My what?” He bit her neck again.
“Your princess, your whore.” Breathless, Diane begged, “Fuck me, Duster.”
Fighting down a need to penetrate her, he continued to tease her until she wriggled in desperation beneath him.
“Please, Duster, I’ll do what you want, say anything—”
All at once, he thrust himself into her.
She gasped.
“Like that, do you?” Before she could answer, he kissed her hard and plunged within her again. “Open wider for me.” When she did, he rocked himself into her greedy, grasping body. To stifle his own screams of pleasure, he had to lower his face to her shoulder and smother his cries against her. Ripe
, raw, vulgar expletives he muttered against the safety of her shoulder. She did the same against his shoulder until they were nothing but hissing, mating animals.
Faster and faster, he worked his body against hers. Angling himself up and back, he pushed his hand between them and rubbed her clit hard until she climaxed. Once she did, he gripped her hips and pounded her with a frenzy. Thrust after wicked thrust, he finally allowed himself to succumb to the swelling need inside.
Rapture.
Seven years of fantasy and need culminated. His whole body surged forward as he climaxed. Wave after wave rippled through him. For a brief moment, he collapsed his entire weight on her as he forced her legs around him; then he rolled over, taking her with him.
Softly, he stroked her hair back and kissed her. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Diane laughed softly, dazed. “You can do that to me any time you want. Wifely duties? If that’s one of them, I’m all for it.” She teased her fingertips over his face. “I felt crazy with lust and need. Seven years was an eternity.”
“I know. I felt the same way.” A curious, passionate anger had compelled him. Curling their bodies together, he sighed. “You know I didn’t mean it. I don’t expect you to be my willing—”
With a finger to his lips, she stopped him. “I know that. When I ask you to talk dirty to me, you better remember that’s what I like.”
“The way you looked on top of me, the way your need overtook you… You were damn near howling.”
Her eyes went wide as she cast her gaze to their bedroom door. “You don’t think I woke up Scott?”
“I doubt it. Like I said, he was asleep before he hit the pillow. Besides, I bit your scream down. Had to bite back my own screams.” He curled her closer. “At some point, we’ve got to arrange things so we can make as much noise as we want.”
“That would be a first. We never could make noise on the Damn You either.” Diane slid her hand down his chest. “I remember once when we only had a few minutes together. You pressed me to the wall, yanked up my skirt, shoved aside your pants, then took me standing up.” She shivered. “It was sexy and exciting, especially what you said.”
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