Page 8 of Hampton Holiday Collective

I’m still pulsing with pleasure, holding myself up on shaky arms, when Rhett lifts my hips, pulls out, and lets his release trickle down my thighs.

“Yes?” he confirms, twisting the plug in my ass.

“Fuck. Yes.Please.”

A low rumble grows from his chest at my response. My breath hitches as he slowly pulls the toy from my ass, teasingly twisting it as he does. I practically fold over on myself, still straddling him, the tingling burn consuming me. I’m pulsing around nothing—bare and empty, desperate for him to fill me right back up.

Gathering his cum off my thighs, he wastes no time painting it across my gaping ass, then pushing it into my hole.

I whimper in encouragement at the intrusion.

“You’re so fucking pretty, V. So fucking pretty and so fucking greedy. You want me to fill every hole tonight, don’t you?”

Two fingers dip in and out of my ass.

“Turn around and let me see you.”

I reluctantly dismount, only because it feels so damn good, then frantically crawl back into his lap as he sits up to join me.

Holding me in his arms, Rhett nuzzles into my neck, inhaling before leaving a trail of soft kisses on the skin between my collarbone and ear. “What do you want, beautiful?”

I wrap one arm around his neck, then run my nails through his hair. The hair at his temples is peppered with a hint of gray these days—he’s less than amused when I point them out, but the silver fox look seriously does it for me. I love it almost as much as I love what those gray hairs represent.

Years of love and commitment. The privilege of growing old together.

“Put your dick in my ass and make me come again,” I whisper, my voice throaty with need.

Rhett huffs a quiet laugh, then lifts my hips slightly and fists his still-hard cock. I reach for the lube and drizzle a generous amount over him.

“You just can’t get enough, can you, beautiful?”

I bite down on my bottom lip as he lines himself up.

“You want to feel me filling every hole?” He doesn’t give me time to respond. “Such a greedy, naughty girl.”

I sharply inhale as he works himself into my ass. Hours of prep from wearing the plug are still no match for the girth and solidness of my husband.

“Relax for me, beautiful,” he croons, gently circling my clit with his thumb and dipping two fingers into my pussy. “Relax and let me in. I want to make you feel so fucking good.”

My body goes lax in his arms, my trust in him and his ability to know exactly what I need and how I want it trumping all lucid thoughts. Slowly, I sink further onto his length, until finally, mercifully, he’s seated deep.

“Ride me, V. Ride me with my cock buried deep in this ass and let me fucking feel you.”

I moan and pant, lift and shift. His mouth is everywhere, his cock and hand both buried inside my body, inspiring a flood of warmth and stoking the sparks of another orgasm.

An overwhelming cacophony of sensations set my body ablaze from the inside out as I unravel. My climax builds and builds until I can’t make sense of anything but him.

The first waves of release compete with the continual climb—I’m coming apart from the inside, cracking right down the middle, screaming out his name, and riding him in frantic, arrhythmic motions.

He digs his fingers into my hips and sinks his teeth into my neck, silently signaling that he’s right there with me, climaxing again, filling me with his load.

The feel of all of him everywhere is too much this time. I dismount and pull away in a rush, only to crawl right back beside him and curl up in his arms.

We lie together, panting, wordlessly marveling at the depth of all we share while he runs his fingers through my hair and I press a hand to his still racing heart.

Us. There’s never been anything I want more in this life than us.

Chapter 7