Page 146 of My Husband Problem

He’s moving his finger in and out with his thumb circling my very sensitive clit. He leans in to suck on my nipple hard. “Do you really want me to stop?” he asks against my breast.

I shake my head again. “No. God. Whatever you want. Do whatever you want.”

“That’s right. This is mine. And I will take good care of it.”

I know he feels my reaction tothat. He gives me a very pleased grin. “Look at you taking two fingers. Do you feel that stretch?”

I didn’t even realize that he had two fingers inside me. Now he spreads them slightly, and I do feel the stretch, but there is no pain.

“I do. It’s good.”

“It is good. You’re fucking perfect.”

He stretches again, then he turns his hand, pressing his fingers against one side, then the other. I know he’s stretching the muscles but also testing to see if I give him any indication of a specific painful point.

There’s none. I knew it was that angle on my desk.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he tells me.

It’s not a question. It’s really not even a teasing suggestion. It’s absolutely a command.

“I am just?—”

He curls his fingers inside of me, rubbing against a spot at the front while he leans over and sucks on my clit again and just like that, I’m coming again, crying out his name. This orgasm feels deeper, not as hot and sharp, but just as strong.

“Exactly like that,” he tells me, sounding almost proud as I slowly float back to earth.

His fingers are still deep, and he waits until I make eye contact to slip them out. He lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean as I watch.

“Are you ready for a ride?”

In answer, I put a foot on his chest and push him back, then scramble to my knees.

He’s laughing as he sprawls on the cushions. His cock is thick and long, but instead of feeling trepidation, looking at it, I feel eager. My inner muscles are hot and relaxed, and my whole body is tingling. I’ve never been more ready to try this.

I swing a leg over his thighs, so I’m straddling his lap.

His eyes are dark, and his cheeks are flushed with arousal. His big hands settle on my hips immediately. “Condom,” he says tightly.

I only think about my answer for a second. “But…if I get pregnant, that would be okay, right?”

His eyes flash. Possessiveness, desire, awe. His fingers tighten on my hips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I love you. I want you. For good. We want to create an even bigger family, right?”

He nods. “Right.” He takes a deep breath. “Jesus, Astrid. You make me so fucking happy.”

“Good.” I lean forward, rubbing against his cock. “Then areyouready?”

“I’ve been waiting for you forever. And I’ll keep waiting. Use me, Firework. For whatever you need.”

This position is perfect. Not only do I feel completely in control, but I can see everything. His big, broad chest is rising and falling rapidly, his gorgeous face and all of the emotion—desire, anticipation, awe, and love—fully on display, his flat stomach with the ridges of his six-pack, his narrow waist and hips, and his gorgeous cock.

I scoot up, bracing my hands on his ribs. I position my pussy over his cock, then lightly rub my clit over the hard length.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

I don’t really have a word. I just nod along with him.