Page 54 of Coercion

Her arousal pours out of her. Hot, salty, utter fucking perfection. I lap it all up. Lap every last drop as she slumps back onto the couch.

I sit back on my heels, watching her for a moment like she’s the finest piece of artwork I’ve ever seen.

Her chest is heaving.

Her body’s got tremors like it doesn’t know what to do with all the pleasure she’s just experienced.

“So fucking perfect.” I say, sweeping her hair back from where it’s stuck to the sweat on her forehead.

She blinks, staring back at me and then what seems like shame, or embarrassment, or something, washes over her.

“No.” I growl, scooping her up. “Don’t you dare.”

I carry her out of the room, up the stairs, and to where our bed is.

“Preston.” She whispers, as I lay her down.

“Did you enjoy it?” I ask.

She bites her lip but she nods and then she stares down at where my cock is still so damn hard.

“You didn’t come.” She says.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.” She replies, reaching down, taking hold of me.

I shut my eyes, allowing myself to indulge in the moment, to really savour every delicious movement of her hand on my cock.

As she starts to pick up pace, I ease her legs open and slide my left hand back where it belongs.

She frowns as I do it. “You already made me come.” She says.

I let out a chuckle. “Did you think I’d be satisfied with just the one orgasm?” I reply. “Now that I’ve taught your body what to do, I’m going to demand more. A lot more.”

Before she can respond, I claim her mouth. I claim every one of her moans as we both start humping the other’s hand.

She comes first. I make sure of that.

I hold myself back long enough to watch as she topples over the edge and her grip around me is gone. And then I’m leaning over her, pumping away, covering what little exposed skin she has with my come.

She blinks, staring down at the mess I’ve created.

And then her lips curl. She smiles for the first time. A real smile. A genuine smile.

It’s the best most fucking incredible moment of my life. My wife smiles and I swear in that moment something deadly locks around my heart.

I get what Nico and Eleri are now. I get what all of their passion is about.

I will kill for this woman. I will start wars for her.

If all this shit with Levi ends and Nico tries to split us, I will go to war against him too.

I’m never letting her go.

I get up, walking to the bathroom, and turn on the taps to fill the bath. We’ve not really done anything close to what would require aftercare and yet that urge in me is there anyway. I want to show her, now more than ever, that I’m not like the bastards she’s grown up with.

When I scoop her up, she gives me a look like she has no idea what I’m doing.

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