Page 69 of Frog

“Weber.” He was panting, tugging on my hair, writhing in front of me. “I need…. I have all the power at… don’t want any… just want you.”

I had to be more careful about my time, and the wake-up call was good. My man, who held other people’s lives in his hands all day, every day, needed to come home and submit all his power to me. He needed to simply feel, to let go, to not think, just be. I was the one; I was in charge. He needed to surrender to me, and I had been focused on the kids, thinking that he was fine with how things were. And he was, he just needed more, and I had to be more sensitive to when he did. I had to look at him more closely and really see him. I promised myself I would. I didn’t want to ever lose him.

“Don’t want you lookin’ for someone else to take care of you,” I told him, as I let his cock fall out of my mouth, rising over him, staring down into his eyes.

“I only want you, ever. You know that.”

I wrenched him sideways, yanked him around, manhandling him, and pinned him up against the wall. “Turn around.”

He was shivering as he moved, and I placed his hands on the dark, smooth wood of the walls. I stripped off his pants and briefs from where they were gathered around his knees and had him step out of them. Just looking at him, clutching the wall, legs braced apart, waiting for whatever I was going to do to him had me hard and leaking.

“Stay.”

“Yes, sir,” he told me.

I was back in less than a minute, putting a towel on the floor under him before I dribbled lube over his crease.

He jolted forward, his cock grazing the wall, and when he tried to step back, I shoved him forward, bending him further, at the same time sliding a finger into his firm, round ass.

“Weber,” he moaned my name, pushing back at the same time I pushed in.

“We all need you, Cy. You make everything work. Never doubt it, never have a minute of uncertainty. It’s you, I swear it.”

“I love the others…. I do, but I need you, Web, want you.”

“You want me to want you, need you?” I asked as I added a second finger and then a third to his greedy hole. I massaged and rubbed, waiting for the tight muscles to loosen as I kissed up the side of his neck, nibbling along the way.

“More,” he begged me.

He was trying to suck my flesh inside, and I wanted to feed him my cock, but I had to wait until I was sure he was ready. I would never, ever hurt him.

“Web!” he gasped. “Please!”

I would show him how necessary he was.

Spreading his cheeks, I pressed my flared head to his entrance.

“Weber, baby… please.”

I sheathed myself to the hilt in one violent forward plunge.

“Web!”

It was lucky the walls were thick and the movie was loud: The Transformers on the enormous sixty-inch plasma TV in the living room would keep the questions at bay.

“Love….”

I slid out just a little, only enough to feel his muscles contract, ripple around me, before I pressed forward, harder, deeper on the second thrust.

“Grab your cock, Cy,” I ordered him, my breath in his ear before I sucked the silky lobe into my mouth.

The noises he was making—whines, cries, and groans—were driving me right out of my mind. The man was beautiful as he came apart in my hands, and watching him, feeling him around me as I buried myself inside of him, had me too close.

“You need to come, Cy. You’re driving me crazy, and I won’t last.”

“Weber.”

“You’re mine,” I told him as my hips snapped forward, hammering into him, wanting to be buried as deep as I could.