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“Are you sure you want to?” Gray’s eyes snap to mine. “We don’t have to, really.”

Reaching up, he brushes my hair out of my eyes. “I’m sure. I want everything with you, my husband.”

I grind against his thigh, gasping at the way his words make me feel inside. If he doesn’t stop being this way, I’m probably gonna come from humping his leg like a fucking dog, and that would be embarrassing.

“I’ll make it so good for you,” I whisper.

He smiles. “I have no doubt.”

Hot, hot, hot. Alright. Hell yeah. “Help me get your pants off.”

We finish getting undressed in a tangle of limbs and laughter, and as soon as Gray is on his back again, his hard cock resting against his stomach, I groan. Fuck, if I didn’t wanna fuck him so badly, I’d for sure be begging for his cock.

“I’m not getting any younger, pretty boy.”

I snap my gaze back to his, finding him grinning at me in playful amusement. “Damn, can’t a man admire his husband’s monster cock in peace?”

Without a word, Gray reaches down and strokes said cock from base to tip, whimpering as his eyes roll back. That’s fucking obscene, actually.

And if I said I was jealous of his hand?

He’s left space between his legs, so I rest between them, gripping his thigh and lifting it so I can drape it over my shoulder. It’s heavy, and it spreads his legs just enough that I can see his hole.

Yeah, I think I’d die happy here, crushed under the weight of Gray’s leg on me.

I nuzzle his balls, inhaling his scent. He makes a choked sound, so I raise up to look at him. “It probably goes without saying, but if you don’t like this, we can stop at any time.”

His eyes soften. “I know, baby, but thank you.”

He makes another soft noise in his throat when I lean back down, licking a path up the underside of his balls before pulling one into my mouth and sucking lightly.

I switch to the other, humming around it and letting my tongue explore.

Gray’s hand lands on my head, his fingers flexing in my hair. “Are you going to get on with it?”

I let his ball fall from my mouth, then glare at him. “Are you trying to rush me?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’m just a little nervous, I think. Nervous anticipation.”

That’s actually adorable, and I might lose my mind. I guess I can put the poor man out of his misery. Being in love with me must have been miserable enough.

“I’ve got you, husband,” I whisper before dipping my head and licking from his balls down to his hole.

The sound he makes will probably play in my fantasies for the rest of time. It’s all whiny and breathless, and it goes straight to my cock, and yeah, I fucking love making Gray feel good.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and I spread his legs further apart. The first swipe of my tongue over his hole has him gasping, the second has him moaning, and by the time I’ve settled into a rhythm, he’s rocking against my face, his fingers flexing over and over in my hair, and his moans getting louder and louder.

“Oh, holy fuck,” he breathes. “Harlow—that’s… fuck.”

I work a hand up between his legs, brushing my fingertip along his soft, wet entrance. “Ready?” I ask, grinning when he rocks his hips and lets out a loud groan.

I’ll take that as a yes.

Raising up enough that I can see his face, I push the tip of my finger inside him. He’s relaxed from my tongue, and he makes the most beautiful keening sound when it slips past the initial resistance. “Are you alright?” I ask, pausing.

He nods, chest heaving. “Yeah, I’ve done this to myself, Harlow. I’m fine.”

Happy with that answer, I lick around my finger, barely resisting the urge to smile all smug and shit at the way he’s panting and moaning.