Chapter 49
THE NIGHT
MAGGIE
I deserved an Olympic medal for how well I managed to hold myself back.
Zeke’s sculpted body was enough to make the most chaste person alive weep.
And when he looked at me like he wanted to kiss the very ground I stood on, I stopped caring about what I looked like in the lingerie.
No one could fake an expression like that.
Zeke wanted me, flabby skin, scars, and all.
Once he laid back down on the bed, I could see him start to retreat into his own head.
Sex didn’t necessarily involve a routine, and even if it did, Zeke wouldn’t know it in his innocence.
He focused too much on how to please me rather than experiencing the moment as we pleased each other.
I needed to take charge or else we wouldn’t make it through the night.
Tilting forward, I kissed Zeke forcefully, thrusting my tongue in his mouth to claim what was mine. My hips rocked upward so that my wet folds parted around the rigid cock straining against his abdomen. One of my hands snaked down to work my clit, letting my arousal coat his shaft. Zeke groaned.
I broke away from his mouth so that he could get a full view when I inserted two fingers inside my pussy. I was sopping wet by that point, my arousal making his cock slick to the touch. My middle finger barely grazed the tip of my thumb as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to pump.
Zeke’s pupils blew out until only blackness remained.
“I can’t decide how I want to take you first,” I admitted coyly. “In my mouth, my pussy, or my ass.”
Surprisingly, Zeke growled in response. His hand came up around my throat and squeezed, shoving me onto my back. Zeke’s body hovered over mine, my knees bent near his waist. “You’re not doing anything just yet.”
And my innocent, sweet husband transformed into an animalistic sex god right before my very eyes.
The stilted hum of a vibrator clicked on.
Zeke used the Romp Rosebud on my clit while he inserted a single finger inside.
Only he didn’t start the vibrator on a low setting, he went straight for gold.
I panted as I lost all sense of self to the vibrations.
His finger matched the rhythm, curving up inside me to reach that elusive spot that most men never find.
Another finger soon joined, then a third, but it was too much sensation all at once.
My own hands twisted my nipples as my body tried to split into a thousand different directions at once.
I didn’t know how I could take anything more until Zeke replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Stars exploded across my vision as the world faded to black.
All I could hear were the gurgling sounds of Zeke guzzling my cum like it was the elixir of life.
I barely came to before he had me flipped over on my stomach with my ass in the air. “Are you okay?” Zeke whispered in my ear, his chest pressed against my back. “I just wanted to do it, so I—”
“Don’t you dare start overthinking this,” I warned him faintly. My soul still circled the air above us, waiting for a safe opening to return to my body. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever hand in my life!”
I felt more than saw his satisfied smirk as he pulled away to kneel behind my exposed backside. “I really like this thing,” he offered before dropping the clit vibrator down next to me. “It’s like I have a toolbox just for the bedroom.”
“Our bedroom,” I reminded him. A sudden, savage need to possess him, to claim him, to keep Zeke away from every other woman on the planet, gripped me.
“Yes, baby, our bedroom.” His voice came out as a satisfied purr.
One knuckle slid tantalizingly slow back and forth between my pussy lips. I angled my head to look at him over my shoulder, catching sight of the concentration he gave to my lower half as he did so.
I hadn’t noticed before we started, but Zeke had a stack of condoms and all our new sex toys lined up on the nightstand next to the bed. He absentmindedly snagged a condom packet now as he continued light strokes along my pussy.
The buildup started to get to me.
“Zeeeeeke!” I whined, arching my back into his touch. “Please don’t tease me.”
“Be quiet, Mrs. Hayes, or I’ll stop right now.”
The use of my married name sent new waves of arousal through me. There was something so primitive about the way he claimed me. I loved being his Mrs. Hayes, especially when he sounded so authoritative like this.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned. I continued to arch into his touch, letting his knuckle spread my lips further and further until I finally managed to grind my clit on his knuckle. “Please fuck me!”
“’Sir.’ I like that,” mused Zeke. The sound of ripping plastic drew my attention and I watched from underneath my body as he rolled the condom onto his thick cock. A lesser woman might have gawked at the prospect of something like that impaling them. I merely salivated with desire.
With a jerk, Zeke yanked my hips backwards. The brutal head of his cock poked at my opening, but didn’t move any further. I started to turn around and check, but with a harsh “HEY!” from Zeke, I returned my focus to the room in front of me.
After several agonizing moments, I tried again. “What’s going on?” My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
“Just admiring the view, Trouble. Are you ready? There’s no going back from this.”
Despite the heat of the moment, I smiled to myself. Nothing could obscure Zeke’s soft side that wanted my consent down to the very last second.
“I want you, Zeke. Only you,” I promised. Maybe it didn’t convey enough of an emotional attachment, but it was the only truth I trusted myself to say. After an orgasm that rocked my world in this life and the next, I was liable to say anything. Even something as crazy as I love you.
A soft, tender kiss graced the middle of my back, and then Zeke and I gasped in unison as he finally thrust inside. While mine sounded more like relief and longing, my husband sounded awestruck as though he couldn’t believe what he managed to do.
Zeke sheathed himself all the way to the hilt before we both froze in place, each of us adjusting to new sensation. My body felt full in the most delicious way; a switch flipped internally so that every neuron fired at hyper speed.
“What do you think, Mrs. Hayes? I’m really liking this version of normal.” Zeke’s voice sounded raspy, an octave lower than normal, as if something finally broke through his tin man chest to the real heart underneath. He pulled back slightly and paused again for my answer.
I glared at him over my shoulder. “I think you better fuck your wife before she snaps and no one ever finds your body!”
He merely preened like a peacock. Gripping one of my breasts in each hand, Zeke started pumping into me, working his way up to a new rhythm. He pinched my nipples so hard that I cried out. “Finger yourself, baby. Don’t make me do all the work!”
With a half-exasperated, half-floundering laugh, I reached an arm between my legs and began massaging my clit.
A moan escaped unbidden and Zeke thrusted faster.
The smacking of skin on skin echoed throughout the room as he worked himself into a frenzy.
His arms slid from my breasts to the tops of my thighs, holding me in place as he lifted my knees off the bed to wrap around his torso.
I could already feel the bruises forming along with another orgasm.
“Come with me, Mrs. Hayes! I need you to come!”
Sweat tricked down between my breasts at the same time I felt drops fall on my ass from Zeke’s face.
Having abandoned my clit to help support my torso in the lift, I let my face fall into the mattress as I returned my fingers to that important little bud.
All it took was a single, hard pinch and I came with a strangled scream.
Zeke joined me, roaring like a mighty dragon behind me. He immediately pulled out from my pussy to fall on his back. Although the resulting position left my legs strewn across his groin, one of which latched onto the sticky condom still on his shaft, neither of us moved for a long time.
There wasn’t enough air in my lungs for me to move.
I hovered in that lush limbo between fully sated sleep and the urge to go another round for a long time before I felt Zeke rouse enough to remove the condom.
Warm hands gripped my underarms, lifting me like a child’s rag doll so that I laid flush against Zeke’s chest. His semi-hard cock nestled against my lower back.
“We should go wash up,” I mumbled without any conviction.
“Just sleep, baby. We’ll clean up later.”
Too tired to argue, I gave in and let sleep overtake me.