Eager Housewife: a smutty free-use romance (Filthy Scottish Kingpins Book 2)

I have been insatiable. It has been a week since we married, and the hunger is just getting worse, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Knowing I can have Blythe whenever I want should make it easier, there shouldn’t be any desperation. But sex with my wife is more and more addictive. It’s sweeter every time we join, and understand each other better. She lifts her knee before I grab it to deepen my penetration, or threads her fingers into my hair and tilts her chin to indicate she wants a kiss. I get her to a second or third orgasm before I shoot my load into her now.

I want her day and night. I’ve been waking in the dark and rolling her under me to fit us together, lubricated by my come from the late evening, before she’s even awake. Sometimes a part of me hopes she won’t wake up, so she doesn’t understand how much I need her.

She always does.

And, bonnie lass that she is, every time—alright it’s every night—she reaches for me. Either finding my hand and linking our fingers, or wrapping her legs around my waist.