Page 97 of Pucking Strong (Jacksonville Rays #4)

While Henrik retrieves a bottle of lube from the bathroom, I strip out of my sleep shorts and crawl onto the bed. He comes back in to see me balanced on the edge, knees spread, my own fingers already wet with spit and prodding at my hole.

He crosses quickly to my side. With a hungry groan, he grabs my hips and tips me forward, his mouth descending.

He licks and teases, rimming me like that’s the job he gets paid millions to perform.

I cry out, fisting the sheets, my erection going from excited to rock fucking hard in moments. “Oh my god.”

I grind into the teasing of his tongue. With his mouth and fingers, he stretches me open.

I almost miss it when he tosses the little black remote on the bed.

I scramble for it, turning it on. He moans between my cheeks.

Hearing the vibrations of his toy has me ready to come.

“Get the plug,” I pant. “Babe, lube it up. Put it in.”

He does as he’s told, generously coating the plug before prodding the bulbous end against my stretched hole.

“Fuck, just do it,” I grunt, pushing back against the sting and pressure.

“Look at you.” He strokes my ass cheek with one hand as he presses the toy in deeper. I feel it sink into place and let out a shaky breath. His hands continue to soothe as he kisses his way up my back. “Feel good?”

“Yeah. Feels so fucking good. Babe, turn it on.”

He fumbles with the head of the plug, looking for the On button.

Once he finds it, I rock into the sudden sensation.

The vibrations shudder through me, warming me up.

Henrik strokes his fingers along my taint, pressing up and in against the toy until I’m moaning.

“I feel it,” he murmurs. “I feel it inside you.”

I push up with my hands, crawling to the side to make room. “You’re about to feel me inside you. Get on the goddamn bed.”

He drops down next to me. “How do you want me?”

“Are you kidding? You think I’m gonna miss watching a single second of my smoking-hot husband wearing a vibrating cock ring while he gets fucked? On your back. Grab your thighs. Show me what I want.”

He rolls to his side, and I roll with him, getting myself between his spread legs as he stretches out on his back.

The black silicone cock ring is stretched tight around his junk, still gently vibrating.

His dick looks a shade darker than normal.

A vein runs along the underside of his shaft, making it look angry and desperate.

He stretches an arm behind his head, smiling at me. “Better than a roller coaster?”

I can’t contain my cheesy quip. “Baby, you know you’re my favorite fucking ride.

” Then I duck down and suck his tip into my mouth, rolling back his foreskin with my hand.

I feel the vibrations from the cock ring all down his shaft.

I hum, adding my own all-natural sensation to his leaking tip.

He curses in Swedish, something I always take as a good sign to continue.

This new angle on my knees changes the press of the plug on my prostate. I grunt, breathing through the delicious feeling of being overly full. Henrik’s hands brush lightly over my head scarf before he grabs my shoulders. “I want you inside me.”

I give the tip of his cock a last lick. Then I look up the length of his naked body, marveling at him all stretched out for me. “You gonna give me what I want?”

Huffing out a heavy breath, he grabs the backs of his gorgeous tree-trunk thighs and does a half curl, rocking back to expose his asshole for me.

“This is what we need a picture of,” I tease, helping him hold the awkward crunch position.

He chokes on a laugh that turns into a groan as I wiggle my lubed fingers against his tight hole.

“Gotta relax if you want me inside you.”

“How can you bear it?” he says through clenched teeth.

“Bear what, baby?”

“The vibration. I want to come so badly.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Not until I’m inside you. Not until I say.”

“Then hurry the fuck up.”

Holding his gaze, I jam both my lubed fingers up inside him. I work them in and out as I reach for the remote. “You ready?”

“For what?”

I turn up his remote.

He rocks into the new vibration pattern. “Teddy—Christ—”

“My middle name is Malik,” I tease.

He wraps his hand around his shaft and gives it a slow pull. “Need to come.”

Being the brat I am, I slap his hand away. “When it’s time for you to come, it will be my hand on your dick, not yours. Now lie back and think about how pretty you’re about to look with my dick up your ass.”

He groans in frustration, his knuckles white as he holds to both his thighs.

“Spread wide, baby. Make room for me.” I have plenty of room, but I just love watching this man do as I say.

He drops his knees wide, opening his legs in a V. I grab a firm pillow and tuck it under his hips, giving him some support. Then I clench hard around my own vibrating plug as I press the tip of my lubed dick between his cheeks. “Bear down,” I pant, holding my dick in place. “Baby, breathe.”

Henrik lets out a deep exhale, and then I slip in. Grabbing his hips, I press in deeper, giving him another two inches. His head tips back, eyes closed, as he takes in the dueling sensations of the vibrating cock ring and my dick in his ass.

This moment should have me reeling too. Between the feel of the thick plug in my ass, my cock buried inside Henrik’s wet heat, and his cock ring humming at the base of my shaft—god, I should be in sensory overload.

I should be fraying apart. But all I can do is marvel at my husband.

He’s come so far. When this all first started, he flinched when I touched him.

Now he’s taking charge, experimenting with toys and letting me take the deepest parts of him. The trust he has in me is staggering.

“Look at me,” I say, sinking in the last few inches. I rock against the cradle of his thighs, letting the base of his vibrating cock ring settle between us.

Henrik’s pretty blue gaze locks on me. I used to look in his eyes and see deep wells of sadness, a loneliness that stretched on with no horizon. Now I see strength and purpose, love and loyalty. His gaze softens as he searches my face. “What, mitt hj?rta?”

“I love you.”

It’s the simplest of phrases, spoken so many times, in so many languages. To love means to cherish, to value and adore, to prize above all else. That’s what I feel for Henrik. All that and more. I love him, trust him. I ache to be near him.

He reaches for me with both hands, pulling me between his legs. His strapped cock gets pinned between us as he pulls me down, kissing me. “I love you,” he says against my lips. “My only love. I want you with me always.”

“Always,” I repeat, rocking against him, burying myself in deep, as deep as I can get. “I never want to be parted from you. Love me. Keep me forever.”

“Forever,” he promises, sealing it with a kiss.

We keep whispering sweet lovers’ words as we move together, taking our pleasure in each other. When I feel like I can’t bear it another second, I wrap my hand around his shaft and set him free, whispering, “Come with me.”

Crying out, we come together, awash in gratitude and relief. Nothing has ever felt as good as being in Henrik’s arms. I mean to chase this feeling forever. Loving him, wanting him, trusting him in all things. With Henrik, I am seen. I am loved and cherished.

With Henrik, I am my truest self.