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“Happy birthday, husband,” I murmur. I trail a finger from my lip down to my nipple. “I have something for you.”
“Please tell me it’s your sweet cunt.”
I chuckle and nod. “Even better, I got my IUD in last week, and that means we’re fully protected and I’m ready to give you some birthday sex with nothing between us.”
His eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning.
“Seriously?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip between my teeth as I nod slowly. “Seriously.”
“And you want to do this with me, correct?” he asks.
I laugh. “Yes. Very much so.”
“Fuck, baby, how did I get so lucky?” he asks.
“Honestly, you just got really drunk one night, and it worked out in both our favors.”
He laughs, then practically leaps on the bed, landing right between my legs and somehow yanking his towel off and leaving it on the floor behind him so he’s naked in record time.
His mouth crashes to mine as his hand reaches down between us and between my legs. A hoarse “fuck” rumbles out of his chest when he feels how wet I am. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” he asks.
“Oh my God, Cash, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
His mouth dips down to my nipple, and I arch my back and try to connect with him as I feel his cock lengthen between us.
He wastes no time reaching between us to palm his cock and line it up with my pussy. He’s in a frenzy, and it’s so damn hot. It’s like he needs to be inside me like he needs to breathe, and I’ve never felt sexier or more wanted in my life—a heady contrast to how I felt earlier tonight.
His eyes meet mine, and there’s a question in them.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod.
A few seconds later, he’s pushing into me.
“Oh God,” I moan at the feel of him bare inside of me for the first time.
And suddenly we’re sharing something so intimately beautiful, something that’s just for us. Something I’ve never done with another person before. Something I feel like I never want to do with anyone after him either because he’s it. This is it. He’s the only man I will ever be with in this way.
“Holy fuck, you feel good,” he says, choking out the words in garbled passion.
“So do you,” I cry as he slides in and out of me, the bare feeling between us completely mesmerizing.
It’s such a different feeling than with a condom. And not just the velvety push and pull of his cock in and out of me, but also the beautiful intimacy that we’re sharing with each soft caress and each whispered moan, with each desperate plea for more as we each barely hold on yet fight to hold on because as much as we’re chasing the same gorgeous ending that we’re always chasing, once it’s over, then so ends this first time this way together.
I arch into him as he continues to drive into me, to push me toward heights I’ve never seen and take me to places I’ve never been except with him. He’s picking up the pace like he can’t help himself, and the feeling pulses this achy need between my legs in a spot he’s hitting over and over.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he pants. “Oh fuck. I can’t hold on. I can’t.”
His words are broken between his thrusts as the pleasure starts to tip us both over the edge.
“Fuck, baby, yes. I need to come.”
He groans as he keeps moving, keeps picking up speed, keeps thrusting into me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard in your tight little cunt.”
