Page 94 of Husband of the Year
“Marvin, this paternal side of you is so fucking hot.”
Olan pushes his entire body against mine and there it is, his raging hard-on poking at my ass.
“Olan, it’s almost two.”
“I know. I’m sorry, I’ve just missed you. This.” He thrusts into me.
The night Olan returned, by the time we unpacked, got Illona to bed, and Greggie was settled in his new space, we didn’t have energy for much. We wanted to do more, I could feel it from both of us, but exhaustion took over and we settled for a hot, quick mutual jerk-off session. We kissed the entire time and there were absolutely no complaints. Our bodies were simply too spent for anything more.
As our new routine begins to take shape, it seems this might be ournew normal. It’s time to seize the moment. Illona is fast asleep. Greggie’s been fed and won’t stir for hours. And right now, Olan’s skin sizzles against mine.
“Hang on,” I say, and quickly slide my boxers down. “Now…” I turn around to face him. “We need to fuck.”
Olan’s eyes pop open.
“Please.” I draw us close, enveloping him in an embrace, and he melts into me with a sigh of pure passion.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
There’s a distinct energy when you have sex in the middle of the night. Even though both tiny humans are sleeping and the door is locked, there’s an urgency. Or maybe it’s because we haven’t been this connected in over a month.
Returning from a quick trip to the bathroom after me, Olan lies on top of the blanket, applying a generous portion of lube to his hard dick. In the dim moonlight coming in the windows, I’m just able to make out his face. When he spots me, he makes a show of holding his cock up, stroking slowly, his thumb and index finger lingering over the tip as he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
Fuck. I want to start at his toes and bite my way up to his nose.
When I join him, Olan plants a soft kiss on my lips and then leans over and taps his bedside table lamp on. A warm light illuminates the space. Now I’m able to see him more clearly, his deep brown eyes sparkle with lust and his arms envelop me, pawing at my back as he grinds against me.
His lips trot over my skin, kissing, nibbling, licking like a switch has been flipped. He’s in sex mode and even though I need to get up in a few hours for work, my brain easily succumbs. Olan does the thing wherehe mashes our hard cocks together, almost wishing there was a way to connect with our dicks. He gets such a kick out of it, glancing down and watching our swords crossing, trying to become one.
“What do you want…” I say, and before I can finish, Olan interrupts.
“You. This.” He reaches a hand around and buries his fingers in the muscle of my ass. “And this.” His other hand grips my cock, and a soft moan escapes my lips. “Both. Let me fuck you first. Please. Is that okay?”
Instead of replying, I flip over, arch my back, and stick my butt in the air, wagging it at him.
“That’s my adorable babe.”
“First, an appetizer,” he says as he moves behind me.
Strong hands spread me wide and Olan’s tongue skates around the perimeter of my hole. There’s low, gravelly moaning, and finally, he utters, “Fuck, I missed this.”
And with that, his tongue enters me, and my knees spread to give him better access. When he’s rimming me, Olan mumbles and murmurs, like he’s burying his face in the most delicious dessert, too busy enjoying himself and lost in the moment to breathe. In this case, the confection in question is cake. My cake. And having Olan inside me again opens me right up. My body instinctively pushes back against him, urging him to plunge deeper.
“Fuck, Olan. You and that tongue.”
He’s unable to speak, and the combination of his light stubble and the vibrations from his groans sends a jolt of heat to my cock, which throbs in anticipation. When I reach under to palm myself, Olan seizes my dick from my hand, pulls it down and begins sucking. Never one to leave anything unattended, he slips his thumb into my hole while his mouth gives my cock attention. The sensation of being filled and sucked at the same time sends my eyes rolling back in my head, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.
“Olan, I’m ready. Now. Please. Please.”
“You wanna be fucked?” He’s asking permission, but there’s a playfulness, a teasing in his tone. He knows damn well what I want, but I thrust my ass against his face, anyway.
“Yes. Now.” I arch my back, doing my best to expose myself to him, showing him exactly how willing I am.
“Okay, babe. Okay.”
With my head resting on the pillow, Olan applies a generous amount of lube. There’s something caring in the way he warms it up between his palms and carefully applies it. He values my pleasure just as much as his own. Another thing that makes him incredibly sexy. Just when I think he’s done, he adds a little extra squirt.
“Never enough,” he says as his thumb gently enters me, spreading the lube.
