Page 20 of When You're Home for the Holidays
Her knees connected with the mattress as the mass of his body covered her and pushed her forward. He extended one hand past her head, reaching for a pillow that he gingerly placed under her hips to prop her up. He returned to hovering, his hands running up and down, over and under the silky fabric of her tank top. He kissed up along her spine, mixing little pecks with long sweeps of his tongue before latching on to the side of her neck. He gently swept her hair over to the other shoulder, then bowed low so his mouth was right near her ear.
“I’m serious. Can I fuck you with this on?” He nipped at her earlobe and kissed up and down the side of her neck.
“Yes, please.”
“Can I ruin this completely?” He tugged and snapped the thong again, and this time she felt the tension all the way down to her toes. It may have been posed as a question, but all she heard was a promise.
“Do it,” she demanded, lifting her hips and pushing back to grind against his erection. “Wait… lube,” she reminded him as an afterthought, still not completely used to having to remember.
“I got it,” he promised, lifting the small bottle he was already holding out for her to see before retreating back to position himself behind her. Of course he was on it. She should have expected nothing less from her always-prepared Golden Boy.
Not much had changed in their sex life once she had the all clear to resume normal activity after her surgery, thankfully. She still loved sex, and she was still able to climax on her own and with Rhett. But although she was still hot for her husband in so many ways, her body didn’t have the same physical response it used to, even with the hormone replacement therapy. Some sort of lubricant was pretty much always required nowadays.
Not that it discouraged Rhett or made him even miss a beat. The man loved solving problems and coming up with a plan. As soon as they’d figured out their favorite brand, he bought it in bulk and stashed it everywhere: Around the cabin, at his apartment in Virginia, at their parents’ houses in Hampton, in their cars. Just last week she had unexpectedly found a bottle in the garage at her dad’s house, tucked away amongst her acrylic paint pour supplies.
The constant need for lube wasn’t a total downer. It meant they could be a lot more adventurous with everything so wet and smooth and slippery. They had both enjoyed that added perk.
Rhett’s promise to ruin her panties was on repeat in her mind. She propped her ass up higher, eager for him to show her exactly what he meant.
She turned to peek over her shoulder when she heard him rubbing himself. She bit down hard on her lip as she watched him stroke his cock, covering it completely. He met her gaze and smiled. He had that look in his eye. The look that told her he wanted to get lost in her, to consume her completely. She returned his gaze with her own fire. The spark between them flared into the hottest flame.
“Ready, beautiful?” He held her gaze and just let her bask in his adoration. The energy between them was supercharged, but there was no urgency. Not anymore. Not like there used to be. He let her drink him in for a moment, and then another. She could watch that man stroke his own dick all damn day.
After a few more beats, he cocked his head in question. Her attempt at a salacious smile turned into a full-blown grin as she nodded eagerly for him to proceed. She watched as he squirted more lube in his hand. He gave her thong another tug, pushing it off to the side as his slick fingers cupped her completely. Her toes curled of their own volition as she felt the possessiveness in the way he held her. After a few breaths, he got to work. He spread the cool liquid between her folds, pushing into her pussy with two fingers and swirling his hand around. He let his fingers linger, connecting his thumb with her clit as she fervently pushed back against his hand.
“You a little eager tonight, V?” His teasing was going to send her over the edge if she didn’t calm down. She let her head rest on the mattress, already overcome with the sensations he was inspiring in her body. She smiled to herself when she heard him uncap the bottle again.
She felt the liquid drizzle down her crack, soaking through the thin string of her thong. Even when there was more than enough lube, he didn’t stop. He continued to pour the slick liquid all over her backside until it ran empty.
“I’m gonna destroy this pretty little bow now, okay?”
She moaned her approval, not even processing what he was saying at this point because he hadn’t stopped working his thumb against her clit the entire time. He had just doused her panties—she knew they were already beyond saving.
She felt the slight burn as he tried to push into her puckered hole. “Relax for me, beautiful,” he coaxed, pulling back to massage her and work a little more lube into her ass. She let out a heady breath, willing her body to sink into the mattress and give herself to him completely.
She gasped when he finally pushed in—but it wasn’t just his finger filling her ass. He had just shoved the hard, round center of the red silk bow inside her, too. “Fuck,” she hissed as he removed his finger slowly, leaving the lube-soaked knot of fabric buried in her body.
“You like that?”
This. Man.The sensation of the bow in her ass was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She felt a delicious fullness, but none of the usual stretch or burn.
Before she could answer, he removed the fingers from inside her and replaced them with his dick. He pushed into her pussy slowly, evenly, giving her a moment to adjust as they both sank into the connection. Once he was fully seated inside her, Rhett hooked his hands along the front of her hips. He began to move—to plunge—in even, rhythmic movements. Every thrust made her moan. She was already so close. He owned her, body, mind, and soul.
Once he established his pace, his hand found her clit again, his thumb and his forefinger pinching the sensitive bud in time with the movement of his hips. He caressed his other hand back along her ass, smoothing over each cheek before giving her thong a little tug. It wasn’t enough to dislodge the bow, but she whimpered in concern anyway. Rhett chuckled, knowing exactly what she was objecting to.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he vowed, his voice low and heavy with desire. “You should see this view, V. My dick buried inside you with these little red strings disappearing into your ass? Fuck, you’re so hot.”
He continued to drive into her, pushing forward while pulling her back on his cock. She gyrated her hips at the pace he set, meeting him thrust for thrust. He alternated rubbing and pinching her clit, never giving her quite enough pressure to send her over the edge. It wasn’t until he picked up speed and pulled on her thong again that she knew he was close.
He flattened his palm against her center, using the pressure of the heel of his hand to create the perfect amount of friction to send her spiraling.
“Rhett,” she breathed out in warning. Even that one word was almost too much to utter coherently in her blissed-out state.
“I know. I feel it. I’m right there with you.”
He gave one final tug on her panties, then she came undone. The orgasm started strong and somehow just kept growing in intensity, not cresting until she was already breathless from screaming his name. He groaned through his own release, filling her with one final thrust, then holding her hips steady to keep their bodies connected. He grunted every time she pulsed around his dick. There was something so intoxicating about knowing she still had that effect on him after all this time.
Once they were both completely satisfied and utterly exhausted, Rhett popped the bow out of her ass and peeled the thong down her thighs, throwing it to the floor. Tori rolled to her side, and he joined her, their bodies realigning and melting together as soon as they were both lying down.
