Chapter Eleven
Jonah
My heart pounds as I watch my wife do the math on the age gap between us. I honestly expect revulsion, but her words offer me some comfort. The fact that she is willing to take chances, to give us the opportunity to get to know one another, means everything. At least she didn’t freak out.
“I’m happy to help with whatever you need,” I say. “Tomorrow we can go and get your stuff from your dad’s house.”
“Tomorrow?” Autumn asks with a frown. “Can’t we wait a few days until he settles?”
“We can do whatever you want. You’re making your own decisions now.”
She seems to mull my words over carefully. “Then I don’t want to go tomorrow.”
“That’s fine.”
“And I want to try something,” she says, nerves coating her words.
“What would that be?”
“I want to have sex again.”
Shock isn’t the word I would use to describe how I feel when she says those words. I don’t know where this is coming from, and I would love to be inside her again. Right now, my first claiming of her as my wife is already feeling like a distant dream. But I need to think of her first.
“Autumn, I think we should wait,” I say, keeping my tone low.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” She twists her hands in the t-shirt she is wearing, showing how nervous she really is.
“It was the best sex of my life,” I reply, tilting her chin up so she is looking at me. “But I was very rough and I’m sure you’re sensitive. One night won’t kill either of us.”
“You said I was making my own choices.” She throws my words back at me, lifting her perfect ass off my lap with a glare. “I want to have sex.”
She rips the t-shirt over her head and throws it in my face. She is stunning. My fingerprints bloom on the skin of her hips and my bite mark on her neck. I swear I wanted to be a gentleman, but a man only has so much control.
And mine just ran out.
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Autumn
I know I’m pushing my luck and tempting a beast. But I want to know if any of my previous experiences with him are anywhere near what the rest will be like. Was my reaction real or a circumstantial thing? Will his cock really fill me as well as I remember? Most of what happened was a blu r— last night and toda y— but I do remember intense pleasure tinged with delicious pain. Is that normal?
I want to experience him without pressure or rules, without the need to mark and mate me. I want us to be two people just doing what is natural.
Jonah’s eyes darken as he prowls closer to me. I contemplate backing away, but he already has me. He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist like it’s the most normal, everyday thing in the world.
“You need to tell me if anything hurts,” he mumbles against my skin, kissing along my neck and over his mark.
“Okay,” I reply breathlessly.
“Promise, little wife. Or I’ll stop right now.”
I don’t believe a word he says. Already his long strides are carrying us back toward the bedroom we will share. But I give him the words he so desperately needs.
“I, I promise,” I mumble, my nipples rubbing against his shirt.
He drops me on the center of the bed unceremoniously. I don’t even know how we got to the room. I watch him strip out of the t-shirt shirt he is wearing, exposing his chest to my gaze. He is what I would call fit. He doesn’t have a boy’s six-pack, but he doesn’t have my father’s gut either. There is a dusting of light hair across his pecs, and I can’t wait to play with the hair while I lay on his chest.
“Spread your legs,” he says, staring at the juncture between my thighs.
“Why?” I ask, clamping them together.
I don’t like the idea of him looking at me down there.
“Because I want to see that pretty little pussy. I want to see if you are slick for my cock. And because your husband wants to taste his wife.”
His filthy words do something to my insides. I didn’t know men actually spoke like this. It’s something I’ve only ever read in romance novels, the ones I hid under my bed so my father wouldn’t find them.
I let my thighs fall open, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He may have seen me naked and been inside me, but this is still new to me. The look of lust on his features quickly dispels any awkwardness I am feeling. He looks at me like I am the only woman on earth, and it makes me feel beautiful and desired.
“I can see your slick,” he mumbles, rubbing his hand across his mouth before looking at me. “Have you ever sucked a cock, wife?”
I shake my head, watching with rapt attention as he undoes his belt and jeans. I don’t even know when he changed. He doesn’t push his pants to the ground, just lowers it a little, allowing the intimidating appendage to spring free. I watch his thick length bob before standing straight out, pointing at me. My nipples tighten at the sight and more slick pours from my body.
“Come here,” he says, his voice low.
Sitting upright, I scoot to the edge of the bed, waiting for his next instruction. “Touch me.”
I gently wrap my hand around his length, not wanting to hurt him. But Jonah wraps his hand over mine, applying more pressure. I look up at his face and it looks like he is in pain.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Fuck, no.” His hips thrust forward into my grasp. “I’m trying to calm down. Fuck, that feels good. Your hand on me feels fantastic.”
I stare with rapt attention as he works his length in and out of my hand. A bead of pre-cum coats the tip and I don’t even think through my action before I lean forward and catch it with my tongue. It’s salty but sweet. I’m not sure I like it, but I don’t dislike it either.
“Fuck,” he groans, breathing harshly.
It sounds like he enjoyed what I did, so I do it again. I lave the tip with my tongue. I’m still experimenting with what he likes and doesn’t like, when he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head at an angle. His cock spears into the depths of my mouth, knocking at the back of my throat. The moment I gag he thrusts harder.
Tears escape my eyes as he fucks my face.
“Push me away. Make me stop,” he demands hoarsely.
My tear-filled gaze is focused on his face, on the pleasure I am giving him. I wouldn’t stop even if I couldn’t breathe. I may not have any experience and I may not know much about sex. But I do know I like pleasuring my husband. Seeing him lost to the pleasure I bring him.
He thrusts harder, groaning above me before ripping his erection away from me. He pushes harshly at the center of my chest before falling to his knees. I want to complain because I was enjoying that, but my words die before they leave my lips. Jonah licks at my pussy, laving me all over. His tongue dances over every inch of my most private parts but never goes where I truly want him.
I don’t know when it happened, but I find my fingers tangled in his hair as I rub my sex all over his face, chasing my own bliss. Two fingers are pushed into my channel as he sucks harshly at my clit and my back bows off the bed.
“More,” I beg. “Harder please, Daddy.”
I’m not sure how I know that’s what I need, but I do.
Jonah grins against my flesh before he removes his mouth from my sex. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
“Please, Daddy,” I cry out, writhing on the bed. If I ever had a doubt about the passion between us, the effect he has on my body, this moment has destroyed it.
And then he smacks my pussy. Hard.