Page 147 of My Husband Problem

I do it again and again, coating his length with the wetness he helped produce.

“I can almost give myself an orgasm just doing this.”

“Whatever you need,” he says tightly.

When I look from his cock to his face, I realize he’s speaking through clenched teeth.

I’m torturing him.

And a tiny part of me enjoys that. I love having this effect on him.

But as generous as he’s been to me, I can’t keep doing this.

“But I have a better idea,” I tell him. Then I lift my body until the head of his cock is nudging my opening.

He’s holding his breath as I start to slowly lower myself.

I think I am too. But I take him.

I go slow, inch by inch, and though there is a stretch, a lot of heat, definite friction, there is no pain.

“Oh my God,” I finally gasp when I’ve taken him completely.

“Jesus, Firework,” he pants. “Astrid. You feel so fucking good. Dammit, this is heaven.”

His hands are tight on my hips, his fingers curling into the sides of my ass. His chest is rising and falling quickly. His jaw is still tight.

“It’s good. It’s so good,” I tell him in case that’s not clear.

He strokes his hands up my sides, then back down to my hips. “I’m so proud of you.”

And I am too.

I’ve worked hard to get to this moment. I’ve wanted this so badly. There have been so many days of pain and frustration, setbacks and heartbreak.

Hell, I tried to divorce this man because I thought this could never happen.

But we’re here. It’s working.

I slowly lift myself partway up and then let myself back down.

And yeah, it’s really working.

I let out a light laugh. “This is so good.”

He squeezes my hips. “It really is. It really fucking is,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

“So now I just do this?” I ask, moving myself up and down again, feeling playful suddenly.

He grits his teeth again, but says, “Yeah, pretty much just like that. For about two minutes before I explode.”

I laugh. “And what happens if I do this?” I lean back slightly and gasp as the angle forces him deeper.

But it’s still good.

His voice is ragged when he says, “That works too.”

I laugh louder now, full of joy and endorphins. “And what about this?” I lean back until I am fully upright and raise my arms.