Valorous(72)

“Tomorrow is soon enough.”

“Do you want to know what people are saying about the interview?”

“Not so much. Do you want to know what they’re saying?”

“Not so much.” He bestows a suggestive smile on me. “What do you want to do?”

“I’d like to make out with my sexy husband.”

“You’ll need to relocate the wildebeest if you want to do that.”

I get up slowly and carefully to place Fluff on a blanket on a different part of the sectional sofa. Other than a grunt of irritation, she settles back to her snoring. I can tell that I surprise Flynn when I slide onto his lap, straddling him.

“Well, well, what’s this?”

“This is your wife, who loves you desperately, who doesn’t want you to be afraid to touch me, to make love to me the way you want to. She doesn’t want you to hold back or treat her like she might break.”

“Nat…”

“I know that what happened last night upset you far more than you let on. It upset me, too, but we worked through it. It’s apt to happen again, maybe even more than once, and we’ll work through it then, too. But I can’t bear to watch you try to control yourself because you’re so afraid to scare me or to do something wrong.”

“I am afraid of scaring you. I never again want to see you frightened like that, especially because of the way I’m touching you.”

“You got swept up in what we were doing, and you weren’t thinking about what you shouldn’t do, and that’s okay. I need you to know…”

“What?” he asks softly.

“I loved what we were doing and how we were doing it before it went bad last night. I loved you like that, knowing I made you crazy.”

“You make me so crazy. I’m afraid that if I show you even a fraction of how crazy you make me, I’ll lose you.”

I shake my head. “It’d be unbearable to me if I thought you were thinking about what happened last night every time you come near me.” With my hands on his face, I kiss him, teasing him with my tongue until his mouth opens to let me in.

A groan rumbles through him as he takes hold of my ass and pulls me in tight against his erection. We kiss for a long time, his tongue rubbing against mine in a sensuous dance that has me wanting more. It’s always that way with him. He kisses me, and I’m lost. He touches me, and I need more. He looks at me, and I see everything he feels for me.

His arms tighten around me as he brings me down on the sofa. “Is this okay?”

I nod and reach for him, wanting to feel his weight on me, his hands touching me, his lips kissing me. I want it all. “Don’t be afraid, Flynn. Please don’t be afraid of me.”

“I could never be afraid of you. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll use it if you need it?”

“I promise.”

He lifts my shirt up and over my head, undressing me with an urgency that gives me hope. Clothes fly, and another pair of underwear is lost to his haste.

“I’ll buy you more. A hundred pairs.”

I’m actually relieved that the panties ripped again. I take it as a good sign that we might get past this early speed bump in what I hope will be a very long road together.

He applies a condom and then takes me hard and fast, watching me all the while for signs of trouble. He’s rougher than he was last night and this morning, and though he’s not quite as unleashed as he was before I freaked out, I’ll take it.

I’ll take him—any way I can have him.

Sliding his hands under me, he lifts me and settles us so I’m sitting on top of him, impaled by that huge erection that stretches me almost to the point of discomfort.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“Big. Tight. Hot.” I groan when those three little words make him bigger.

“I love when you talk dirty, baby. Tell me more.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Give me the words. I want them from you. Tell me more about how it feels.”

“I’m stretched, so tight, it almost hurts.”

“Almost hurts?”

“Almost but not quite. The pinch of pain is part of the pleasure.” I gasp when the fit gets even tighter. “I refuse to say another word if that’s going to happen every time.”

“Can’t help it, baby. That’s what you do to me.”