Page 37 of The Neighborly Thing To Do
“Wouldn’t want that,” I agree. My hands find her breasts, cupping them and kneading her soft skin. “Were you married to this idea of being on top?” I’ll stay perfectly still if it’s what she wants, but I desperately want to take her apart.
“What’d you have in mind?” she groans, arching into my hands.
“Glad you asked.” I sit up, gripping her waist so I can lift her and put her on her back. Then I turn so I can hover over her, wings flaring out behind me. “Remember what I said last night?”
“You said a lot of things last night.”
“I told you that I want to take care of you. For you not to worry about a thing and let me make you feel so damn good. You like that idea?”
Her breath catches in the most gratifying, sexy way. “Yes.”
I dip closer so I can run my nose along her jaw. “Good, wife,” I croon. “You let your husband take care of you for a bit.” Herwhimper goes straight to my cock. “You have nothing to worry about, nothing to do. Just feel for me,” I continue.
“Alright.” Her voice is shaky now, already too turned on to keep her collected façade together. Here, she’s not anyone’s employee, anyone’s caretaker. She doesn’t have to be Georgia’s role model or the perfect human to please the town. She’s just mine. My wife. My Cassidy, who deserves to feel so fucking good.
I slide a finger into her pussy. “Oh, you’re so wet for me already,” I tell her, like she could possibly not know. “So fucking wet. It’s gorgeous. Love how you’re dripping for your husband. And I haven’t even started yet. Going to make you gush for me.”
“Finn—” She digs her heels into the bed so she can push a little closer to me. For the most part, I ignore it, but I do shift so I’m kneeling between her legs, able to pin her hips with my free hand.
“You don’t have to chase anything,” I murmur. “If you want something specific, tell me to do it. But otherwise, I’ll get you there. And I’ll make it so. Damned. Good.” I punctuate my last word by sliding a second finger in, and she looks so damn pretty when her mouth falls open with a silent gasp.
“So full,” she breathes.
“I know,” I coo, softly sympathetic but not willing to stop unless she tells me to. She’s so hot and tight around my fingers, her perfect pussy choking them in a way that makes me never want to pull out. “You’re so fucking small, wifey, hm? So littlein my arms. But don’t worry; you’re going to take all of me. Let me open up that pretty pussy for my cock.”
She shivers, mouth dropping open, eyes hazy in a way that shows me I’ve finally broken through the barriers she keeps around herself. She’s no longer in control; she doesn’t have to be and she knows it. She can relax and enjoy it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I continue. “Letting yourself feel, such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you? Letting me make you feel good.”
“Finn—”
“Who am I?” I interrupt, thrusting my fingers with a little more emphasis. “Who am I to you? Who’s opening you for his cock?”
“Finn—” she mewls again, then catches on to what I’m after. “Husband—”
“Good fucking job, baby,” I praise, and I pull my fingers free.
She’s so fucking delicious beneath me, flushed and heavy-eyed, wanting more. Needing it, maybe. I line up my cock, wrapping her legs around my waist, and then I push in slowly, watching her face the entire time as Cassidy gives into her feelings and lets go. I lean forward, gently holding her wrists down while I feed my cock into her.
“Please,” she whimpers, and I stop. She protests at that. “Please,” she repeats.
“Okay, baby. Here. Give me a second.”A decade, I remind myself slowly.It’s been a decade for her. And I imagine I’m a lotbigger than the human college student she was presumably last with. I need to be careful.
“You okay?” I ask her, softening my voice as her face changes while her body gets used to me. I’m only a couple inches inside of her, holding myself back until she’s ready for more.
“You’re so damnedbig,” she gasps, and I don’t know if it’s a compliment or a complaint.
“I know.” More accurately, she’s so damned small, but I’m not going to argue semantics. “You’re opening so pretty for me. Look at you, taking your husband. Can you take a little more?”
She nods, but her face tightens when I give her another few inches. “Finn—”
I stop. “Breathe, baby. It’s going to be fine. You’re made to take my cock. My cock is made to stretch your perfect pussy. Deep breath.”
She does as I ask, watching me with a vibrant stare as I slowly push the rest of the way in, giving her time to adjust. She makes little gasping sounds, and they start off making me nervous, but by the time I’m most of the way in, they’ve changed to sounds of pleasure.
When I’ve bottomed out inside her, I watch her face, looking for any signs of pain, but all I find is delirious pleasure. “You feel good, baby?” I ask. “Like having your husband’s hard cock stretching you out, hm? Is that good for you, me stretching you open more than you thought possible? Me stuffing you full?”
She nods slowly, and I take a moment to gather her wrists in one hand, holding them over her head. “Good girl,” I tell her. “Hold on for the ride, baby. I’ll make you feel so damn good.”
