Page 83 of The Fake Husband Play
“Grammercy,” she pants after a long beat. “God, baby, that was so good.”
“Only good things for you, beautiful,” I promise, my voice rough as I press a final kiss to her still trembling thigh, and stand, jerking open the close of my pants. “Now, take that dress off, chère. I need your skin on mine so fucking bad.”
Nodding fast and loose in agreement, she rises on shaky legs, disposing of the rest of her clothes as I send my pants and boxers to the floor.
Then we’re back in each other’s arms, tongues exploring with more control this time, but no less need. The hunger for each other simmers beneath every touch, every caress. It rises higher as I cup her breast, rolling her nipple until she whimpers against my mouth, and my cock is leaking against her hip.
“Let me get a condom,chère,” I murmur, knowing I’m not going to last much longer. My control is about to snap and snap hard.
I need to be balls deep in her too fucking much.
“No, no condom,” she mumbles against my lips as we kiss our way onto the bed. “I still have my IUD, and I need to feel your skin. To know you’re feelingme. I need it so bad, Grammercy. And hard, please hard.”
She rolls over beneath me, arching her back until the base of her spine drags up my swollen cock, and her pussy is in the perfect position. Her hand reaches back, gripping the side of my hip, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer, and my ability to think of anything but giving her the hard, skin-on-skin fucking she’s begging for is seriously compromised.
Still, I force myself to grit out, “You’re sure? I’m clean, but I?—”
“Sure,” she cuts in, nudging back against me again. “Please, baby. Please. Inside me. Now.”
I groan, my cock jerking against her ass, demanding I obey my woman’s orders. Right fucking now. I reach down, guiding my almost painfully swollen head through her soaked folds, breath catching at the way her pussy pulses against me, clearly primed for more.
For me.
“Fuck, Elly, so good,” I grit out, gripping her hip hard with one hand while I line myself up. “You feel so good,chère. So good, so…”
I devolve into more filthy French as I nudge in the first inch, because the cliché is real.
Everything sensual is better said—anddone—in French.
So, as I sink into my girl in one slow, deliberate thrust, I tell her in my first language that her body is a paradise and her pussy is heaven, and I love being inside her more than anything on earth. Her still pulsing walls swallow me whole, fluttering around me as I begin to stroke in and out, hands coming to palm her breasts as I set a swift, but gentle rhythm.
She’s tight, and I’m not a small man, and I never want to hurt her.
But within just a few seconds, she’s moaning and reaching back for me again, urging me on, whispering, “More, please. I can take more. I can take everything, please, I—” She breaks off with a gasp as I shove in sharp and deep, her voice breaking as I pull back. “Yes, like that. God, Grammercy, yes. Take me like you can’t hold back. Like you need me too much.”
“I do need you, Elly. Fuck, I need you so much. You have no idea, baby.” I set a brutal pace, my hips slamming forward as I give her the no-holds-barred fucking she needs. I reach down, sliding a hand between her legs to hold her in place as I intensify my onslaught, grinding my fingers into her clit with every thrust.
“Oh, yes. Yes,” she gasps as her pussy grips me like a silky fist. Her slickness is dripping down my thighs bythe time she shatters with a scream, her pussy convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her.
She comes so hard, so sweet, that I nearly lose it, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I need more of this wild, abandoned Elly who tells me exactly what she needs.
I grit my teeth and hold on, riding out her orgasm with her, until she’s panting in my arms. Before the tension fully leaves her body, I pull out, flipping her onto her back with a swiftness that makes her gasp, making no effort to hide how much I need to be on top of her now.
“Need to watch you this time,” I grunt as her legs fall open, her body still ready for me.
“Again?” Her eyes flash as she watches me grip the base of my dick. “Oh, you didn’t…”
“No,” I assure her, jaw clenching at the sight of her all swollen and glowing from taking me from behind. “No, I didn’t.” I sink back into her in one smooth motion, groaning with relief. It’s like coming home after years in a cold, heartless land, being wrapped up in her molten pussy again.
Thirty seconds away was way too long.
“I needed more of you,chère,” I murmur as I grip her thighs, using my hands for traction to pull her closer at the end of every slow, deep thrust. “I’m never going to get enough.”
“Good,” she says, holding my gaze as she arches her back, meeting me halfway. “Because I’m never going to get tired of you buried inside me, filling every inch.” Her throat works and her lashes flutter as she adds, “God, baby, you’re so thick. There’s no room for anything but you. I love it so much.”
I want to say,‘And I love you,’but I kiss her instead, capturing her mouth in a filthy kiss as I give her every piece of me.
This isn’t just about the excitement of dirty talk and increasing comfort with a new lover. This is about the fact that it’s Elly saying these things, feeling these things, giving me her trust, letting me in.
