Page 163 of A Story of Love

He grinned, pleased that she felt relaxed enough to laugh and jest with him. “I am, darling. And I am all yours. Now, keep your eyes on me.” He moved back a foot and then gently nudged her clenched legs apart before kneeling between them. He firmly caressed the long taut muscles of her thighs, sliding a hand up and up. “I like it when you watch me, Lorelei.” His questing finger traced the seam of her sweet, pouty lips.

She gasped and raised her hips when he parted her folds and circled her slick, engorged nub.

“This is what good girls get, Lorelei.” Her nostrils flared at his patronizing words, but the way she spread her legs wider without his urging told him how much she liked it.

“You’re so wet and eager,” he breathed, increasing the pressure of his caress.

She tensed and made soft whimpering sounds, her hips pulsing by the time he slid a finger deep inside her.

“What a beautiful cunt you have,” he praised,

A broken moan tore from her lips at his crude compliment and she shuddered.

His naughty wife loved his vulgar tongue and Fast did not hold back. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, watching his finger slide in and out of her body, rapt. “I have been dreaming about fucking you for weeks.” Fast smiled at her sharp gasp and the sudden clenching of her inner muscles and eased a second finger in alongside the first, the sight of her body stretching to accommodate him excruciatingly arousing. “Good God! I wish you could see yourself, sweetheart.” He circled her bud, his touch purposely too light to bring her to climax.

A whimper of frustration slipped from her mouth, and she bucked her sex against his fingers. “Fast…please.”

“As you wish,” he said.

And then he gave her what she needed.

“That’s right,” he murmured as she cried out and came apart. “Come for me, darling.”

***

Lori decided that making love to her husband was her new favorite pastime.

Not only was Fast skilled and generous, but he said the most wonderfully naughty things Lori had ever heard.

And then there was the way he seemed to see right to the core of her—to those uncomfortably erotic thoughts she’d always kept locked away. Somehow, he had not only found the key, but he made no bones about unlocking the door and exploring her every hidden desire and secret fantasy.

It might not be entirely comfortable, but already she could see theirs would be a much richer marriage for his erotic prying.

“Are you sleeping my beautiful lover?”

Lori forced her heavy eyelids up and smiled up at her new husband, who was once again on his knees, stroking himself as he gazed down at her.

Her eyes opened wider. “I am awake now.”

He chuckled. “I love the way you look at me.”

“And I love you.”

His hand stopped moving and his eyes widened.

“What?” she taunted, “did you think I had misspoken earlier?”

“No, not at all. I just didn’t expect to hear it again without some, er, provocation.”

She snorted. “I don’t need to stop you from killing a man to tell you I love you, Fast. I’ve felt it for a while—since you first confessed your feelings for me. I was just too…”

“Cautious?”

She gave him a wry look. “I was going to say cowardly. But thank you.” Her gaze dropped to that most fascinating part of him. His hand hadn’t moved again, and he’d lost some of his tumescence while they’d talked. Lori cut him a shy glance. “May I touch you?”

“You never need to ask. I am yours to do with as you please.”

He said the most intoxicating things! Lori had always thought herself articulate, but he disarmed her with his direct honesty.