Page 109 of Top Shelf

The little bottle of lube I got out earlier is still lying near us, and he watches as I reach for it. He lifts himself higher onto his knees without saying a word, giving me room.

“You want me to?”

His swallows roughly on a nod. “Yes.”

I slick my finger and slide my hand around his hip, keeping my eyes on his face. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I will.” A laugh leaves him. “But I won’t want you to stop.”

My fingertip brushes against him, and Viktor goes completely still above me, one palm flattening beside my head against the mattress. I wait while he breathes through the first touch, watching the tension move through his shoulders until he finally exhales.

“More, Heidi.”

I press in slowly, and the groan that leaves him is so raw and obscene it goes straight to my pussy. His eyes close, head tipping back as I ease my finger deeper. He’s so impossibly hard inside me, and when I curl my finger gently his hips jerk forward on instinct.

A broken Swedish phrase falls from his mouth, and I stare up at him, completely fascinated. “You sound so fucking good when you lose control.”

His eyes open and lock onto mine, and I move my finger faster. His breath punches out of him, and I feel his cock twitch inside me.

“Look at you,” I whisper, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice. “So hard while I’ve got my finger inside you.”

He starts moving again, fucking me faster while I work my finger in time with his thrusts, and I lose any semblance of where he starts and I begin. It gets wild and messy and almost too much. His thumb finds my clit again, and I moan loudly as pleasure coils hot and vicious through me.

“You like this,” I murmur roughly. “You like fucking me while I finger fuck your ass.”

A harsh Swedish sentence tears out of him, and I tighten my legs around his hips.

“English.” I say. “Tell me what you said.”

His mouth drops toward mine, but I turn my head until he answers me. The muscle in his jaw jumps when I curl my finger again, and he groans loudly.

“I said I could fuck you like this until I lose my mind.” His hips drive harder between my thighs. “With your finger inside me and your cunt squeezing my cock every time you feel how much I like it.”

“Jesus Christ, Viktor.”

“You wanted English.”

“Mm,” I rasp. “Such a good boy when you tell me the truth.”

His forehead drops briefly to mine, breath ragged across my lips. “I like you touching my ass while I fuck you. I like feeling how wet it makes you.” Another broken sound catches in his throat when I curl and move it faster. “I fucking love burying my cock deep in my wife while her finger is inside me.”

My moan comes out embarrassingly loud. “God, you’re filthy.”

“For you.”

My hips rise to meet his thrusts, and Viktor’s whole body jerks. His mouth falls open on a groan so deep it seems dragged out of somewhere beneath his ribs, his own hips faltering before driving into me harder.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut for a second. “Heidi, I have never—”

I curl my finger again, and his sentence disappears into a wrecked sound. A rush of satisfaction burns through me. “Never what?”

“Never felt this fucking good.” His eyes open, and his balls clap against me as he fucks into me. “You are such”—thrust—“a good”—thrust—“fucking wife.”

The praise alone nearly finishes me. His hips turn rough, jolting me higher against the mattress. I keep my finger inside him, matching his rhythm as best I can, feeling the way his body tightens around me.

“You’re gonna come with my finger in your ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” The word breaks apart in his throat.