Page 72 of The Butcher's Wife

I might be more tempted to push back and make her wait, but Eduardo should be back soon, and we’re in open sight of the elevator, so I do what she says. I slide two fingers down her slick pussy, but when I push them inside her, I take my time. The breathy little moans she makes and the way she’s fighting to keep control of her own arousal are driving me wild, but I force myself to be patient. This is what I’m good for—it’s what she’s asked for. There’ll be time for more tonight. And tomorrow, and the day after that, even though I said we’d take this day by day.

Her inner walls contract around my fingers as I pump in and out of her. She’s sotight, even just for my fingers, and it stirs the memory of that same tightness squeezing my cock. She rocks against my hand, her arms trembling from a mixture of arousal or fatigue, and rolls her head against my chest, her eyes shuttering closed.

“Keep shooting,” I tell her.

Her head jerks up, and she unloads the rest of the magazine in several rapid-fire shots before she tosses the gun to the kitchen island.

“I want you inside me, Dom. All of you. Now.”

I don’t think—I lift her into the air by her waist as I keep up the pace of my thrusting with my free hand. I’m too big to fuck her standing, so I bring her to the couch. She understands my intent and holds onto the couch arm to anchorherself, her belly across the couch arm, and her legs dangling in the open air.

I slip her shorts and underwear off to her ankles.

We’re looking directly down the foyer to the elevators now, and I’ll be damned if Eduardo gets an eyeful of her like this.

I snap my belt open and pull out my cock.

Underneath my palm, her back tenses.

“Start slow,” she says, a touch of worry edging her voice and twisting my heart.

“Whatever you say.” I bend down to kiss the small of her back, and then—fuck it—I drop all the way to my knees and spread her thighs apart to lick up her pussy. She’s already soaking wet, but after a few more licks, she’sdripping. I lap up to her asshole and stand, fisting my cock at the base.

I could come right now, and judging by the way she was clenching around my fingers earlier, she’s not far off.

Grinning like a madman, I feed the head of my cock into her.

We groan in unison.

“You’re so big, Dom,” she says, her voice muffled by the couch cushions. “God, you feel so good.”

I’m hypnotized by the sight of her pussy taking every slow inch I give her, and the feel of her strangling my cock in her warm, wet heat in my own little slice of heaven.

“Yeah?” I tease, just because I can’t help myself. “What do you like about it so much?”

I seat myself fully inside her and pull back out to set a slow rhythm.

“I like feeling how safe I am with you,” she says. “I like feeling this close to you.”

She comes into focus—her golden hair splayed over her face, and the smooth arc of her back.

I’m old enough to know better, but the marriage, her cooking, and the warmth in her laughter have me spilling my guts.

“You’ll always be safe with me,” I say, winding a hand around her hips to strum against her clit.

She jerks into my hands and clenches so hard around me, I nearly finish inside her.

“I know, Dom, I know,” she whines against the cushion. “You’re a good husband.”

Fuck.I grit my teeth and fight the surge of electricity riding down my spine.

Then she says, “You’re so good to me.”

I’m spent.

I thrust into her as a wave of pleasure folds me on top of her, a single thread of consciousness the only thing keeping me from entirely crushing her. I don’t stop circling her clit, and in seconds, she’s crying out underneath me as we come together. Satisfaction fills every atom of my being at the total pleasure of coming into a woman I’ve made finish with my hands and my body.

She sighs. “That was perfect.”