Page 55 of Keeping Kaitlyn

“Is everything okay?” she asks without bothering to turn to look at me.

No.

I have to leave and it’s the last thing I want to do.

“As well as can be expected.” Telling myself it can wait, I make a rough sound in the back of my throat while leaning my shoulder against the doorframe. “What are you doing?”

“Making a list of nursing program options,” She tells me, lifting the pen I gave her a few weeks ago to waggle it at me over her shoulder. “Most of the good ones have waiting lists.”

“I haven’t gotten you anything for our anniversary yet.” Pushing myself away from the doorframe I move closer. “I can always buy one for you.”

When I make the offer, she laughs. “Is that standard gift etiquette for three-week anniversaries?”

Stopping at the edge of the bed, directly behind her, I give Kait a chuckle. “How the fuck should I know?” Letting my gaze trail up the length of her slightly parted legs, I feel a tight ache settle into my groin when it reaches the thin strip of lace between them. “You’re not dressed for dinner.” Like she can feel the weight and heat of my stare against the juncture of her thighs, she presses them together. “Matter of fact, Sunshine—you’re not dressed at all.”

When I state the obvious, Kait’s hips tilt forward to rub her pussy against the mattress. “I was thinking, I know it’s ouranniversaryand all,” she says on a laugh because it’s been three weeks and she still thinks the idea of weekly anniversaries is silly. “But what if, instead of going downstairs for dinner tonight, we just?—”

That’s as far as she gets before I’m closing a rough hand over one of her ankles and dragging her toward me, across the bed. As soon as her knees hit the edge of the mattress, I stop dragging in favor of wrapping my hands around her hips. “What—” Her words get lost on a soft gasp when I tighten my grip on her hips and pull, lifting them off the bed to grind the stiff bulge in my jeans against her pussy.

“What am I doing?” Shifting my grip, I palm her bare ass cheeks and squeeze, stroking the pad of my thumb over the strip of lace nestled between them. “I’d think that’d be obvious by now…” Pressing hard enough to make her squirm, I look downat her. Back arched, the delicate curve of her spine stiff with anticipation. Bare shoulders dug into the mattress, trembling slightly. Flushed cheeks and full, slightly parted mouth turned away from it so she can breathe, the sound of it coming in soft, short pants. “I think we might’ve found something new for your bucket list, Sunshine.” Giving her tight, lace-covered hole another teasing stroke, I nearly come all over myself when she presses back with a soft, needy whimper.

Fuck.

There’s no way she’s ready to be fucked like that. Not by me. Not with my cock. Not if I want her to enjoy it. Something like that would likely take weeks, if not months of prep work. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give her a taste of what she wants.

Releasing one of her ass cheeks, I reach into the front pocket of my jeans and pull out my knife, the quietsnickof it opening loud enough to pull a startled gasp up the length of her throat. “Who am I?” I ask, pressing the dull side of the blade against the back of her knee.

“My…” She lets out a long, shaky breath when I start to slowly drag it up the back of her thigh. Licking her lips, she tries again. “My husband.” She moans the last word when she feels the back of the blade skim against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “You’re my husband.”

Growling my approval, I slip my thumb under the lace edge of her thong. Dragging it between skin and lace, along the curve of her ass until the pad of it is pressed against her entrance. I give her a single, teasing stroke before I pull damp lace away from her slick, quivering pussy “Don’t move,” I warn her, my tone low and tight while I slip the blade of my knife into the thin space I created and twist, sliding its razor-sharp edge across the crotch of her panties, slicing it in two. Dull edge of the blade still pressed against her exposed pussy, Kait lets out a long, shuddering moan that sounds like my name.

Resisting the urge to press even harder, I toss the knife away, not even bothering to close it before I drop to my knees behind her. Palming her ass cheeks again, I open her wide, pushing my face between her thighs so I can fuck her with my tongue, licking and sucking every inch of her I can reach, until she’s screaming my name and fucking me back, hips bucking and flexing against the pressure of my mouth locked around her wet, greedy pussy.

“Went…” She screams my name again, grinding back against the flat of my tongue while I suck her clit, fingers dug into her ass, thumbs hooked between her thighs in an effort to hold her in place while she comes on my face with a sharp, broken cry that wraps itself around the base of my spine and tightens my balls to the point of pain.

Pushing myself to my feet, I catch the hem of my T-shirt to drag it up, over my head. Tossing it aside, I reach for the front button of my jeans and yank it free before ripping the zipper open. Pulling them down, along with my boxers, I step out of them, kicking them out of the way. As naked as she is, I step closer, my stiff cock jerking against the back of her thigh when she presses back with a needy little whimper.

Wide, broad palm pressed against the small of her back, I use the other to press two, blunt-tipped fingers against her slick, swollen entrance. “Shhh…” I breathe it out quietly while fucking them into her slowly, the tight squeeze of her pussy around them nearly enough to blind me. Pulling out, almost completely, I stroke them back in. “I know what my greedy little cock slut wife wants.” Fucking her deep and slow, I lower the hand I have pressed against her back, I tease her tight, virgin hole with my thumb, circling and pressing against it until she’s moaning, hips pumping and tilting into the fuck of my fingers and the tease of my thumb. “You want me here…”

“Yes…” When she moans it, a blush blooms across her cheeks and her lids flutter against them, hips twisting while her hands fist themselves in the sheets beneath her. “Please, I want…”

Giving her a final thrust of my fingers, I pull them free. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I notch the engorged head of it against her entrance. “I barely fit here, Sunshine.” Gritting my teeth against the feel of her pussy closing around me like a fist, I rock my hips against hers, pushing myself deeper. “We have to take it slow... I want it to be good for you.” Slipping one of my juice slicked fingers between her ass cheeks, I circle the tip of it against her tight hole, getting it wet before I press hard enough to push it inside. When she feels the invasion of it, Kait lets out a sharp, startled gasp.

“Relax...” I can barely get the words past the clench of my jaw, the heat and friction of her wet, swollen pussy closing in around me clawing at the base of my spine like a rabid animal. “Rub your clit for me.”

I watch as she unfists one of her hands from the sheets and pushes it between her legs. Feel the brush of her trembling fingers against the base of my cock while they slide up the seam of her quivering pussy to press against the top of it, teasing and stroking her own clit while I flex my hips again, fucking myself into her even deeper, my own release pounding down my spine. Shoving it back on a vicious growl, I close my eyes in an effort to keep it at bay. “Sunshine…”

She hears the question in my tone and she answers me on a long, low moan. “More…” Swiveling her hips, she pushes back, showing me what she wants. “Give me more.”

Jaw locked around a groan, I press my finger into her tight channel until she gasps again, fingers teasing and brushing against the base of my cock while she rubs her clit like I told her to. “Fuuuck…there she is…” Pressing my finger down, I finally let myself fuck her. Free hand gripped around her hip, I holdher steady while I pump myself in and out of her, fast and hard, the added friction of my finger inside her, rubbing and pressing against the walls of her slick, swollen pussy, hammering against the base of my spine with every stroke. “So fucking greedy for my cum…”

“Yes…” Grinding back on my cock, Kait lets out a long, shuddering moan, the grip and pull of her pussy closing around me like a fist while she comes apart beneath me, her entire body shaking like it’s on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.

I fall over her on a roar, my hand lifting off her hip to streak up the length of her spine. “Fuck…” Hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pinning her down, I pound myself into her, cock jerking and spasming while the orgasm I’ve been holding at bay, barrels over me and drags me under until I’m breaking apart, right alongside her.

THIRTY-ONE

KAITLYN

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