Page 114 of My Husband Problem

“I always have your scent around me, but I have to imagine you talking to me. I love your voice. Will you talk to me while I use it?”

“Jesus, yes. What kind of things do I say in your fantasies?”

She turns the vibrator on. A soft, slow buzzing sound fills the air. “You’re a very dirty talker in my fantasies.”

“Oh, I am very glad to hear that.”

I slide my hands under her and shift her over on the bed, lying down next to her, stretched out fully, my cock pressing against her hip. I put one arm over her head. My other hand covers the breast I haven’t yet given attention to. I play with her nipple as I lower my head.

“I love that your nipples are sensitive. I could stay right here for hours.” I suck gently and she cries out. “Yep, super sensitive. I would expect nothing less, Firework. And I want to hear my name when you come. Nice and loud.”

I slide my hand down over her body, brushing over her mound, but not staying. We’re not quite there yet.

I take her hand holding the vibrator and move it over her clit. “Make yourself feel good. Show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

She whimpers softly as she moves the buzzing tip over her clit.

I suck on her nipple again, then lift my head to watch.

She parts her legs, and I reach down to grasp the one closest to me, draping her leg over my hip.

“Oh, God,” she chokes.

I glide my hand up her inner thigh, still staying away from that most intimate spot. But now I can see it clearly.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to see you fall apart.”

She moves the buzzing tip in a little circle. “You’ve already seen it.”

I look down at her and her gorgeous blue eyes. “Yes, yes, I did. I can still taste you.”

“Oh my God.” She presses the vibrator a little more firmly.

I cup her breast again, tugging on the nipple as I press kisses from her mouth along her jaw to her ear. My brain tells me to ask her how she’s doing, to ask for guidance.

But I hesitate.

She has been doing all of this on her own for so long. Yes, she’s had her therapist—and I am going to send an enormous bouquet of flowers to Thea immediately—but sex is very much meant to be about more than one person. There’s absolutely push and pull. Astrid and I definitely have that. I think of all of our banter, the way she’s been challenging me, the rush I get from rising to that challenge. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that Astrid will absolutely tell me if I’ve overstepped. She doesn’t want to be coddled. She wants our friction, and the way I meet her head-on. She likes my protectiveness, but she also likes my cockiness.

So I say against her ear, “This sweet pussy has just been waiting for me to get here and worship it, hasn’t it?”

She gasps, and I feel her body tense. But it’s not a negative tension. This is tension that says we’re getting close to a climax.

I slide my hand from her breast down to her stomach, resting it there as she continues to press and circle the vibrator.

“Does this vibrator go faster?” I ask. “Are you imagining my tongue again? Should we just toss it to the side and let me take over?”

Much to my shock, she does exactly that. The vibrator hits the floor, still on, buzzing on the carpet, and she grips the back of my head, her fingers pulling against my hair. “Yes, please, Declan. Of course, I always imagine it’s your mouth.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I shift, sliding down her body, kissing down over her lower belly. “Are you nice and wet? Are you even sweeter and stickier than you were on the couch?”

She nods her head quickly, her other hand going to the back of my head so she’s cupping my head with both hands.

“Yes, God, I’m so close. Please.”

“Tell me exactly what you want,” I say, hovering above her. “Tell me. Use the words lick and suck. Tell me to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Yes, suck on my clit. Please. Fuck me with your tongue.”