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“Yeah, she already did that, brother.”
“Good.” The call ended suddenly, and I laughed again, sliding my finger out of Camille’s ass and leaning forward to kiss her shoulder, trailing kisses over her warm skin.
“That was fun, right? I mean, you coulda snapped my finger with how you tightened your asshole on it.”
Twenty-Nine
Icouldn’t believe we’djust done that. Just had sex while Stitch was talking to his friend, to his Club President. It was insane, it was depraved… hell, it was really sexy. Why did Stitch keep showing me parts of myself that I never knew existed? How was he unlocking the parts of me that I’d hidden away, that I didn’t even realise I’d hidden?
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
Stitch was lying beside me on the bed, while we both recovered from that deviance that he affectionately called ‘married fuck number four’.
“You’re gonna add that to your bucket list right?”
“Angry sex? Sex while you’re on the phone to a friend? That was twisted, Stitch.”
He laughed, sounding carefree and exhilarated, and I loved the sound. I loved that I could make him feel that way, even if it didn’t last as long as I wanted it to.
“Anal, babe… I want your ass.”
Yeah, I’d noticed. “Well, duh, it’s only on your list like three or four times, Stitch. You might think I noticed that.”
He laughed again, rolling over to stare down at me, sliding one finger teasingly over the bare breast nearest to him, and circling my nipple.
“Three times, babe. I’m not a complete deviant, and I’m not ass obsessed. Hmm… actually I think I am ass obsessed now, but only yours. I’myourassobsessed. I’m gonna add it a fourth time. Is four the magic number, or should I go for five?” He reached for his phone and I slapped his stomach.
“Hey! Don’t touch that phone. You might decide to video call your poor president or something.”
Stitch let out a howl of laughter. “Oh my god. I wish we’d done that. He’d have been scandalised, although…” he let out a low growl then, “… he’s not getting to see you naked, Camille. You’re mine. My wife. If he sees you naked, I’ll have to cut out his eyes, and then we’ll have a president who keeps walking into stuff, and that’s gonna get embarrassing.”
“You’re a special kind of twisted, Stitch, you know that?”
He shrugged, snuggling into me, and pulling me against his hard chest.
“I wish we had forever, Camille. I have so much twisted to show you.” For once he sounded like he was joking about our time, rather than falling into a black hole of despair, even adding a light chuckle at the end of his sentence.
“I think I’m getting a feel for your twistedness, Stitch. So… did you have any thoughts on where we’ll go today? Are we staying here, visiting anything nearby, or getting on the road again? Oh… I’d like to veto visiting any more dogging spots, if that’s quite alright with you.”
He chuckled again, kissing the top of my head.
“I don’t care where we go, as long as we’re together, babe.”
I rubbed my face against Stitch’s chest, breathing in the scent of my man. My husband.
“What about that place you wanted to visit again, from your childhood?”
Stitch tensed, and I tried to lift my head, but he tightened his arms.
“No. It’s not time yet. I’m not ready for that.”
“How long are you planning on leaving it, Stitch? It obviously means a lot to you.”
“Not. Today. Can we please just do something fun? That place is gonna break me, darlin’. I don’t want that with you.”
As soon as he let me move, I lifted my head to look at him, seeing that damn sorrow back in his eyes.
