Page 33 of Bad Husband

Her head relaxes against the pillow, her neck arching as my chest presses into her firm breasts. My mouth makes its way to her skin, sucking and biting as I move along her curves, my hips beginning a rocking motion against her.

That’s exactly what she wants because she moans in my ear, the gentlest sigh leaving her parted lips and I know I’ve won this round. I also have to work quickly in case she changes her mind.

Madison doesn’t say a word when I enter her. She’s certainly not pushing me away by any means. The feel of her around me is almost painfully intense, but better than anything. I could probably lie here for hours and not even move, just enjoy the heat and the tightness.

Madison has other ideas and is suddenly frustrated by my hesitation. Arching her back against me, she forces us together deeply.

Jesus Christ… it’s my turn to gasp at the flood of sensations.

I have to keep it together no matter how badly my body wants to let go—moving, rocking us together as gently as I can.

Clutching my upper arms and digging her nails into my flesh ineffectually, trying her best to ensure I don’t go anywhere, don’t pull away, our bodies slide together with desperate movements.

I want her to look at me, but her eyes are closed as her lips part, and she moans my name and rocks her hips into mine, searching for her need to be relieved. Her expression is astonishingly erotic, utterly unguarded and confident in the way she moves. Hands down, Madison is beautiful when she fucks. If I was good at sharing, I’d tell her to be in the porn business because men would pay to see this woman come every day. I’d probably become a habitual masturbator and never leave the computer like I did when I was fifteen.

The pressure inside me builds quickly, that ever-present tingling in my balls becoming more apparent, and I don’t want to stop, the sensation driving me forward.

I won’t last long, but I take comfort in knowing I will be ready again within minutes if I need to be. That might be a lie. I am approaching thirty.

I won’t finish without her, though. I can’t take this much pleasure from her body and not give back. Drawing back, albeit against Madison’s attempt for me to stay, I reach between us, circling the spot I knew so well. It takes about another minute before she’s shaking beneath me, her lashes lowered, breath gasping.

What can I say? I’m pretty good at this.

Watching Madison in the midst of an orgasm I gave her is a fascinating sight. It’s my own breaking point, and I can’t stop myself. Determined to find my own release, I drop my weight against her chest again, my hands darting to underneath her ass. Pushing myself into her deeper, my body jerks in time with my release.

“Jesus Christ,” I say, blowing out a breath into her neck. Her hands fall from my back like she’s attempting to shut off her emotions the moment I slide out of her. I don’t like that one bit, but I ignore it for the time being.

When I can think and move again, I collapse beside her, but she won’t look at me.

Is she disappointed?

Madison and I used to have sex a lot, even with the long hours I work. I’d come home at two in the morning, wake her up and she was ready to go and into it. None of this just lying there waiting for me to finish, she was fucking into it.

Where did it go?

We had Callan and Noah, and it became harder to squeeze time in. It wasn’t all because of the kids. I can’t blame them for the lack of sex because we got comfortable. Words and motions became familiar and before I knew it, weeks would go by before we had sex. Weeks! That’s something Ineverthought would happen.

All right, let me put it to you this way. You know those couples who have sex all the time?

Yeah, me either. I don’t know many who are married and actually have sex on a regular basis. Most men I know, like the guys at poker night, they complain about not having enough sex. Believe me, it’s never enough for us men unless it’s like once a day. Twice would be nice too but you know, I’ll try not to be greedy.

Anyways, my point… I have one. You know in the beginning, it’s hard to get enough of each other. It’s the whole, “I can’t wait to be inside you” and her screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

The reality is that part of the relationship doesn’t last and slowly the newness slows to a comfortable pace. You can’t have sex all the time. But here’s the thing… when the newness wore off for Madison and me, that’s when I fell in love with her. For the record, she said it first.

Here, go ahead and take a look at that afternoon it was said for the first time. A little background, she’s pregnant here. About four months.

Do you see us there in bed, you know, the younger version of us in bed, blankets on the floor, sheets tangled around my waist with my head between her legs?

Her hands fist in my hair and she arches her back against the white sheets. “I love you.”

Did you hear it? I mean, it was moaned, but I made the words out clearly. You know when someone tells you they love you.

Smiling, I wink at her. “It’s about time. Your eyes said it months ago.”

“When did you see that?” She slaps the side of my head as I crawl up her body, trying to get her to kiss me, only she won’t have it and turns her head. Remember where my mouth was? I don’t understand why girls don’t like the taste of themselves. It’s only the best taste in the world, aside from beer in my opinion.

“When you were screaming my name.” I waggle my eyebrows and settle between her legs letting the sheet fall away completely. You’re welcome for the view. I have a nice fucking ass, and I can admit that with confidence.

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