Page 99 of Axe-identally Married
“Um. I just—” I squeezed my eyes shut, resigned to getting it all out. “I haven’t had a lot of relationships. And physical stuff without trust can be limiting.”
He nodded, his expression looking more confused than worried now.
God, I was rambling and making no sense. “I’m afraid that I’m inexperienced.”
He let out a laugh, the deep sound blasting through some of my fears. “Willa, I don’t care about that. We’ve already had sex many times, and it’s been incredible.”
I blushed and averted my gaze. He wasn’t wrong. Things had been hot and heavy between us since that first night.
But my insecurities were clouding my judgment.
“Sorry. It’s just, there’s so much I’ve never done before you.”
“I do particularly enjoy watching you come on my cock.”
God, how could I explain this to him, a good-looking athlete with plenty of experience? How did I tell him that, for most of my adult life, I’d been begging for scraps, so grateful when a man expressed attraction that I put my needs aside and settled for unsatisfying hookups?
“I’ve never been able to ask for what I want or to try things,” I admitted. “Mainly due to lack of confidence. I was so busy worrying that I wasn’t sexy that the thought of doing something new terrified me.”
He bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth while his fingers teased their way down my stomach to the sweet spot between my thighs. “We’ve established this. You are unbelievably fucking sexy. I want you all the time. And fuck, I’ve never been so sexually attracted to a person in my life.”
How he managed to say such swoony words while licking my nipples and expertly fingering me was a true wonder. I could barely form coherent thoughts.
“I’ve never been on top,” I blurted, my face flushing. “I’ve been afraid to try, but with you, I really want to.”
He looked up, a wide grin spreading across his stubbled cheeks. “Fuck yeah. I’d love nothing more than to watch you ride me.” With a groan, he stroked his erection. “Just the mention, and I’m ready to explode.”
He lay back on the bed, putting one arm behind his head and winking at me.
“I’m yours for the taking, wifey.”
With a mixture of fear and need racing through me, I straddled him and kissed my way down his chest, loving the feel of my nipples dragging against his chest hair. God, he was so perfect.
I’d never been willing to try this position. The idea of putting my body on display, with everything hanging out, had always made me panic.
But as I kissed Cole, as he slid one hand down my side and gripped my hip, I suddenly couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted more. And rather than scared, I felt turned on.
Exhaling, I sat up and leaned to one side to switch off the lamp.
“Excuse me,” he said, grabbing my wrist. “No fucking way.” With a huff, he switched it back on. Damn his long arms.
“I need to see you when you’re riding my cock.”
“But—”
“Shh.” He held his fingers up to my lips. “Not negotiable, wifey.” Then he rolled his hips, teasing me in a way that sent sparks arcing through me.
Breath hitching, I grasped him and lowered myself, relishing the sensation of him at my entrance. Like it had every night, it felt impossible, despite how wet I already was, that he would fit. But I took a deep breath and sank down slowly.
Tingles tore through my extremities. Fuck. I threw my head back. Oh my God, the pressure.
I put one hand on his chest to steady myself so I could breathe through the reaction, because hell, my inner muscles were already clenching.
He raked his gaze down my body, his expression full of so much heat it made me feel like a goddess. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
And I did, rocking slowly as I took him deeper, feeling full and on the brink after only a moment.
“That’s my good girl.”
