Once he stepped into the bedroom, he didn’t bother just setting her on the floor. The next thing she knew she was on her back and Mac was jerking her sandals off before pulling her jeans down her legs and discarding them.
Just that quick. That fast. Her jeans and panties were on the floor and her husband was kneeling at the side of the bed, his tongue swiping through the saturated folds between her thighs.
“Oh God! Mac!” She screamed his name as his tongue thrust inside her, licking over tissue so sensitive that he caused an avalanche of sensations to pile upon her.
Wicked heat. Electric pleasure. Fiery, intense, brutal desire.
Her h*ps jerked up, grinding her cl*t against his lips as she gasped for breath. Her hands locked in his hair, holding him to her as her legs twined around his shoulders.
It was so damned good. Better than ever. It was like the first time. The last time and all the times in between combined in one caress. All the pleasure she had ever known in her life and more was coming.
Because his fingers gripped her rear while one wicked thumb began to press and massage the forbidden entrance below.
It was wicked and wild, and when she felt her juices being smoothed onto the area, his thumb pressing in each time to lubricate the area, she lost her mind.
It was the only excuse for allowing it. It was forbidden, a touch she had never known before, and she wasn’t protesting. She had lost her mind, that was the only excuse.
A second later the lubrication was cooler, thicker. How had he done that? Managed to secure the lubricating jelly he kept in his bedside drawer without her knowing it?
And who cared, but suddenly his thumb was stretching her anal entrance, burning her, filling her where no one had ever touched before and sending her senses exploding in an orgasm that ripped her head off and still left her begging for more.
“Are you scared now, Kei?” he growled against her clit, his tongue licking around it, building the pressure once again as two fingers worked inside her vagina.
She couldn’t stand this. She couldn’t survive it.
“Do you know what I’m going to do?” His voice was black velvet, rough, wicked, carnal. “I’m going to stretch you here.” His thumb moved inside her anus. “Then I’m going to fill it with a little toy I bought just for it. Make it burn and ache before I fill your pu**y.”
“Oh God. Mac.” Her head thrashed on the bed.
“You’re going to be so tight, Kei. Your pu**y is going to burn when I f**k you. The pressure will make you crazy for more.”
“I’m crazy now,” she panted. “Don’t tease.”
“No teasing, baby.” His thumb slid free of her anus.
“No. No. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“Put it back.”
His tongue licked down the soaked slit of her sex, licked and stroked as he shifted between her thighs, his shoulders bunching before she felt the cooling application of more of the lubricant against her rear.
“Mac, what are you doing to me?” she cried, feeling the entrance open as a finger slid inside her. “You’re killing me.” It retreated, worked inside her again, then another joined the first. “Please, Mac.”
A second later her hands slapped to the mattress, her fingers curling into the comforter as she felt the heavy pressure of whatever toy he had promised to use on her. He was working it inside her slow and easy stretching her, creating a burning pleasure/pain she couldn’t process in her fractured mind.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he crooned as the tender opening continued to stretch, the pressure building. “All of it, Kei. So sweet and tight. Just let go for me. Close your eyes, baby, and just let go for me.”
She screamed as she felt the pressure increasing, only to feel a slight easing as the toy became lodged inside her. She knew what it was. She had seen the exotic toy, tapered at the tip, widening to the bottom before it indented to create a natural lock inside the anus. The butt plug was supple and smooth rather than hard and cold as she imagined when she had seen the pictures, but there was no doubt what he had used on her.
“Perfect.” His voice was harder now, deeper as he moved away from her. “Let’s get that shirt off. I want to see your pretty ni**les, Kei.”
The shirt was pulled from her body and then she realized that sometime in the laundry room she had ripped the buttons from his shirt. It was only hanging on him as he stood to his feet and shrugged it off.
He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes aside before he stood staring down at where he had placed her across the bed.
“Fucking you is going to be like taking you the first time all over again.” His expression was darkly sensual. “You’re going to be so tight. So hot.”