Page 113 of My Husband Problem

My shirt.

It kicks me in the gut again, thinking about her wearing this shirt every single night because it helped her fantasize about me.

That is the hottest thing I have ever heard.

I want to worship her from head to toe. I want to give her every single ounce of pleasure we can bring out of her sweet body. I want to prove to her that her body is capable of intense pleasure and bliss that we can find together in a huge variety of ways.

And it is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done to take it slow and easy. But I will do anything and everything she needs me to do to make this happen.

As expected, she’s wearing nothing under the shirt except for a tiny pair of panties.

My first look at my wife’s breasts takes my breath away.

She is gorgeous. Perfectly rounded breasts, gorgeous, pink nipples that are hard and begging to be touched.

In fact, as she tosses the shirt to the bottom of the bed, her hands cup her breasts, almost as if by instinct. Her thumbs run over her nipples, and she makes a soft sound, but her eyes are on me.

“Underwear off,” I say.

She lies back, thumbs hooking into the top of the tiny silk scrap she’s wearing. She starts to tug them down, and I push mine off at the same time.

My cock has never been this hard, and I take it in hand, giving it a hard stroke to ease some of the ache.

Her panties join the rest of our clothes on the floor, and I rake my gaze over her.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gorgeous, Astrid,” I rasp.

She runs her hands from her breasts down her torso, her legs shifting restlessly on the duvet. “You too,” she says.

I stroke my cock again. “How do we feel about the size of things?”

I would laugh at how that sounds in any other situation, but at the moment, I am trying to resist jerking off and coming all over her gorgeous body.

“I think it might be a little tight fit,” she says, her gaze fixed on my cock. “But,” she adds, “I think it will be a very nice stretch.”

I have to squeeze my cock again as my breath lodges in my chest.

Holy crap, she’s incredible.

“You said that you give yourself an orgasm before you use the dilators, right?” I ask, my voice tight.

“Right.” Now one hand drifts back to a breast to toy with her nipple.

Following that lead, I reach up and cup her other breast, teasing the nipple between my thumb and finger. “Does playing with your nipples make you wetter?”

She arches closer to my hand. “Yes. Sometimes I wish I had more hands, so I could reach all the spots I need.”

I suck a breath through my nose. “Well, now you’ve got two more to use.” I tug on her nipple. “Where do you want to put your hands?”

“Between my legs with my vibrator.”

Yep. I’m going to die.

I reach over and pick up the vibrator, handing it to her.

“Will you—” She moans as I flick my thumb over her nipple.

“Anything,” I tell her.