Page 63 of Never Yours

“I trimmed.” She pulls her lips into her mouth to smother a smile.

“Trimmed? You’re fucking hairless!”

“Is that a problem?”

My eyes narrow. “Should I ‘trim’ my beard?”

Hers widen. “No!”

I lick up her center, making her shudder, then swirl my tongue around her clit. She tries to grip the covers above her head and begins squirming. Gasping as I pull her legs wider, she finally relaxes against my hold. My beard scrapes against her as I lick and suck harder, wanting to send her over the edge quickly. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before my beard is soaked, and she’s quivering beneath me. I’ll never grow tired of the taste of her.

One down, one to go…

With a chaste kiss to the inside of her thigh, I stand and pull out a bottle of lube from our nightstand. I toss it onto the bed and move her further up to make room for me. She hasn’t recovered from her orgasm, but I don’t want her to. I strip down naked and climb onto the bed, kissing up her body until I’ve marked her hip, breasts, and neck. As I reach her lips, I slide my cock inside her cunt to coat myself. Her moans fill the room as I thrust in and out a few times but pull out.

“Fuck, why did you stop?” she groans, though it comes out more of a pant.

I squeeze a fair amount of lube into my hand and slide my fingers up and down her tight ass, then press the head of my cock inside. She hisses, and I finally reply, “Because, my beautiful wife. I want to watch you come with my cock buried in your ass and your pussy clenching around my fingers.” There isn’t a moment of hesitation as she pulls her legs up for me to push deeper. “Fuck, you take me so well. Do you want a toy or my fingers in this perfect cunt?”

“Cay!” she squeals in embarrassment.

“Toy or fingers?” I grunt, my cock pressed in to the hilt.

“Fingers.”

“That’s my good fucking girl.” I circle her clit at the same pace as my thrusts. She’s so tight, so fucking beautiful laid out for me like this, I need to take my time… even if the clock is working against us.

Untying Ingrid’s hands, she slides them to her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as she whispers, “Harder, Cay.” There’s no way I could ever say no to her, even if it makes me come too quickly. I increase the pressure on her clit and thrust harder, but not faster. “Right there.”

I need to get closer.

Angling her legs to the sides a bit, I brace my hand above her head and lean in to kiss her. The sounds of her moans mingle with the slaps of our bodies. I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth as I pull away. “Mine.”

“Always yours.” Her whimpered words are my undoing, and with one last thrust, I come deep in her ass.

Ingrid still owes me one more. Remaining inside her, I press two fingers into her pussy and curl them, teasing her until she’s writhing beneath me. She grips the nape of my neck and pulls my lips back to hers. It’s rough, full of fire, and I can’t fucking get enough. Her pussy begins fluttering around my fingers, so I pick up my pace and circle her clit with my thumb. All at once, she clenches, biting my lip hard as she comes. She shuts her eyes, and I take in the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world whimpering in pleasure. The pulsing doesn’t subside for at least two minutes, but I keep my fingers firmly inside her.

We’re both catching our breaths when I hear the front door close, and Cass calls into the house, “Ingrid! I have news! I’ve met someone. I want to tell you about him before you have to leave for Los Angeles.”

“Oh, fuck!” Ingrid yelps, and I carefully pull my cock and fingers out of her. She yells to Cass, “Getting dressed, I’ll be out in a second!”

It’s too late.

“My eyes!” Cass shields them and turns around. “Why didn’t you warn me Cay was home?”

“I said I was getting dressed!”

“I’ve seen you naked no less than a hundred times, but I just got dangerously close to seeing my brother’s bare ass. Can you guys get dressed? I need to talk to Ingrid about something.”

She storms out, and I kiss Ingrid a final time and quickly get dressed. “Locks… on all the doors.”

“Agreed,” she laughs. “Can you pick up Darcy from preschool?”

“Of course.” I frown.

Ingrid swipes her thumb between my brows, relaxing my expression. “I love you, husband.” She knows damn well it gets me every time.

I steal another kiss and speak against her lips, “I love you, too, wife.”