He sighs but I can feel he’s already hard behind me. “Out. Everyone!” He shouts. His voice booms in the large, empty, concrete space. I try to push my ass out but Quinn’s hand stops me as the last couple guys file out.
Once it’s quiet, I turn. I’m trapped between the partition and Quinn’s hulking frame. Possibly my new favorite place. I look down.
“Just let me touch you,” I whisper. I reach out a hand and grip my husband through his pants. He lets out a string of words I don’t understand. It sounded like more than one language but I can’t stop and parse out what I heard.
Because he. Is. Huge.
“Luna,” he rasps my name as I squeeze.
“Come on, tell me you don’t want to see me on my knees,” I smirk as I sink down. He gulps. “You don’t want to wrap your hand around my ponytail? Move my mouth around however you want?”
“Fuck!” I start unbuttoning his pants as fast as I can. Before he realizes this is happening and tries to stop me. I tug down his pants and then grab the elastic of his boxers. “Luna, don’t. I…” he starts but he doesn’t stop me, doesn’t move his hands.
I move his boxers down and
Oh
My
Fucking
Fuck
What am I supposed to do with that monster!
“I…I’ve never...”
“I know. Hell, fuck…I,” his face contorts like he’s in pain. “Take off your shirt.”
I look up and frown, “What?”
“Take off your shirt. Now!”
I do as he says and in the next second he puts his hand over mine and guides me to him. He grips hard and shows me how to squeeze and tug. But then he thrusts and closes his eyes and…
“Luna. Baby…”
He comes.
Already.
All over my tits.
Forever.
He jerks and grunts and releases more and more forever.
Finally, he stills.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” he looks at me and runs his bottom lip through his teeth, clearly loving what he’s seeing. “I haven’t…”
“Wait, what?”
“You asked about my wrist. It’s fucking exhausted. But before you moved in I hadn’t been with a woman in…a long ass time.”
I can’t help it.
I try to suppress my smirk but I can’t.