Page 122 of Needed You

We give him another round of hugs and kisses, telling him we love him to the moon and back plus infinity, and he giggles. Lev switches on his nightlight and shuts his door, then turns to me.

“I need a shower desperately.”

I chuckle. “Go get showered,” I tell him.

“Or you could come with me,” he says, running his hand down my chest.

I chuckle. “You go and I’ll make sure everything is away and turn off the lights. I’ll shower when you’re done, and then we can celebrate.” I give him a deep, passionate kiss before pulling away and heading down the hall, letting my hips sway teasingly as I go.

He growls in response, and as I glance back at him over my shoulder with a wink, his eyes are filled with lust. “Hurry up,” he pleads, and I nod.

I finish cleaning up what I can in the kitchen. I’m sure we’ll have to do a little bit more tomorrow, but I get it done enough for tonight. I make sure the doors are locked, turn off the lights, and then go upstairs to the main bedroom, which we immediately moved our stuff into when we bought the house. It’s a big room, and it fits all of our clothes—which is no small feat considering we both like to look good—and our king bed.

As I’m shutting the door behind me, Lev comes out of the bathroom in just a towel, water glistening on his chest and his hair dripping. We’ve been together for almost nine years, and he still takes my breath away every single day.

“Mmmmmmm, sexy Daddy,” I tease, running my hand over his chest and making sure to touch his nipples. Lev hates when I call him that during our foreplay or sex, saying that the term Daddy is reserved only for the kids. So of course I tease him and use it as much as I can. “Let’s celebrate.”

“Knock it off,” he stays sternly, though he’s got a smile on his face. “Get in the shower so I can celebrate your body.”

I laugh as he swats my ass, and I hurry into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. I have a certain plan for him tonight, and I’m glad I was able to think ahead. After my shower, I dry off, take the towel to my hair, and brush my teeth. I switch my lip ring to Lev’s favorite one and put on the wrist cuff he got me for on our first Christmas together. The leather is so soft and faded now, but I still wear it any time that I can.

I hang the towel on the rack by the door and then step into the leather jock that Lev bought for me years ago. I don’t wear it a lot, but it does make an appearance on some special occasions. Once it’s properly adjusted, I reach under the counter and pull out the harness that I hid there earlier today. I don’t think Lev has seen it since that Halloween, like, ten years ago, so it should be a pleasant surprise. Sliding it onto my leg, I attach it to the strap of the jock. It’s not perfect because they aren’t belt loops, but it will do.

After another once-over in the mirror, my dick already half hard, I turn off the light and go into the bedroom.

Lev is lying in our bed, completely naked with one hand behind his head and the other over his stomach. His abs have softened slightly over the years, but that just makes him all the more sexy. I tell him all the time that I’m ready for his dad bod, and he promises me that I may get my wish in another twenty years.

But tonight is about my husband getting his wish.

When he sees me come out of the bathroom in my wrist cuff, jock, and harness, his cock instantly stiffens. I rake my eyes over him, and he does the same to me. He lets out a growl of satisfaction and runs his hand down his face.

“My god,” he exhales, drawing out the words in adoration.

My dick is immediately pushing against the front of the jock, a wet spot starting to form. I climb onto the bed and straddle him, pushing his cock down between my cheeks. Leaning forward, I run my hands up his chest. Then I kiss him as he grabs the loop on the harness with his thumb.

“You look . . . fucking amazing,” he says, his lips not leaving mine. “I haven’t seen this for a long time, and I don’t know how, but it’s even sexier now.”

I smile against his lips, moving my hips back and forth over his hard shaft. He moans, his other hand going to the thick strap at the top of the jock while he uses the harness to help me move. The articles of . . . clothing? don’t stay on long, and I’m soon naked with Lev buried deep inside me. Moans and the slapping of skin along with words of love and affection echo through the room, and my head pushes back deeper into the pillows as he pounds into me, over and over in a delicious cadence.

“Dare . . . baby,” he says breathlessly, “I’m going to come. Grab yourself so you can come with me.”

I stroke myself hard and fast, my muscles contracting as I let go, streams of cum shooting onto my stomach and chest. That’s all it takes, and Lev fills me as my hole tightens around him. He groans, and his hips take a few shorter thrusts as he comes. Then he collapses onto me, kissing my neck and jaw, then brushing his lips back down my skin to bury his head in my shoulder. I rub my hands along his back, working to get my breathing under control.

We lie like that for several minutes before he pushes up on his hands and kisses me, nipping and tugging my lip ring into his mouth. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles softly, then kisses me even more deeply. When he’s had enough, he reconnects his eyes with mine and slides down my chest, licking up some of my mess. He pays attention to my nipples and the little valley at the top of my abs where some of my cum has collected. He looks up at me with a filthy grin and then slides up to kiss me deeply once more. I moan into his mouth, and my hips buck from the filthy sexiness he’s passing me on our tongues.

Begrudgingly, Lev finally pulls away from our kiss and gets up to go to the bathroom and get us a warm washcloth. He comes back and cleans us both up, then tosses the cloth into the hamper and hands me a water. We both drink a bit, and he lies down next to me and lifts the covers over us.

And I settle against him for my favorite part of the night. Lev wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head, and I feel so good, so comfortable and loved.

“Happy Anniversary, little lycan. I love you as much today as I did when I saw you at the Exchange for the first time again, what—ten years ago?”

“Yeah.” I nuzzle into him further. “I’m so glad we found each other again. Happy anniversary. I love you, Lev.”

I stretch up and meet him for one final, deep good night kiss, and then we snuggle back in together, so close that there’s no space at all between us. I start to fade off to sleep with a smile on my face, content and loved.

This man is everything I ever wanted and clearly all that I forever needed.