Free Husband Sit (Husband #1) by Louise Cusack Page B

a moment of poking before
the hardest cock I’ve ever felt slid into me. It was like a piece of
granite, and if I hadn’t felt his thighs against mine when he pressed deep into
me, I would have sworn it was a dildo.
    “That’s
impressive,” I said, my eyes wide open now, blinking at the sensation of
fullness. If not for the slickness of my earlier orgasm, it would have been a
challenge to accommodate him. “For a lean guy, you certainly hide a lot in your
pants.”
    His
hands tightened against my hips and I heard him swallow before he said, “Could
you pause the running commentary for a minute?”
    I
resisted the temptation to ask him if that’s all it would take, and instead
said, “Sure.” If this was his first infidelity, I didn’t want to spoil it for
him.
    So
I put my forehead back on the pillow and waited with my ass in the air, for
what seemed like at least one minute, if not two. Then his grip tightened and
he started to move, in and out, and wow . The stretching was doing
exciting things to all the nerves down there that had so recently exploded in
ecstasy. It was hard not to shudder when he pushed in deep, and impossible to
stop myself moaning as the rhythm got faster.
    I
was determined not to talk, but I couldn’t stop myself in the end, because his
clever fingers slid across my clit again and I started moaning in earnest,
interspersing it with “Jesus,” and “God, don’t stop that!” as my hips jerked
against his. All the delightful sensations I’d only just experienced came back
in a clutching bundle of heat and pleasure, zigzagging across my body and
pooling where he was in contact with me.
    I
could feel the roar building inside me again, only this time when it hit, it
was fierce, and he was pounding into me and I was scrabbling bunches of
sheet into my fingers and squealing as I pushed back at him, right on the
plateau, skating along a shuddering orgasm that went on and on—one trembling
peak after another until finally his hand came off my clitoris and he grabbed
my hips in both hands and slammed into me hard, groaning as if he was dragging
the climax out of his balls and up through his chest to moan out of his mouth—deep
and long and ending on a triumphant grunt.
    I
was panting so loudly I couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart but I knew my
pulse would be galloping, and my head felt as though the top had just blown off
it. I wanted to say I’ve never been fucked like that , but I kept my
mouth shut. Even when a moment later I wanted to add, Katinka is a fuckwit! I
kept that to myself as well, choosing instead to revel in the utter
satisfaction of being comprehensively fucked.
    Finally,
he pulled out of me and I slumped, boneless onto the sheets.
    “You
blaspheme a lot,” he said at last, sounding breathless.
    “I
was on my knees. We each pray in our own way.”
    “When
you talk dirty like that, it really turns me on.”
    I
smiled up at him in the dark. “I’m all fucked out. Come and lie here with me.”
I curled onto my side with difficulty. My muscles felt lax and uncooperative.
    “No,”
he said firmly, getting off the bed. “If I lie down there I’m going to fuck you
again. I won’t know how to stop. Things have changed and… I’m going out.”
    Light
from the hallway illuminated his body, and with the condom off, I could see
that even limp, his cock was big. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Frowning at it
in fact. “How did that fit in me?”
    He
put a hand over his eyes. “This is too much.” While he wasn’t looking at me, I
scoped him out from the top of his tangled dreads down to his bare feet,
covering every delicious inch in between. He was lean, but in a rangy
cowboy-hips kind of way. Sure, his chest wasn’t broad and beefy, but it was
toned, and that golden tan was all-over. I’d been right about the
skinny-dipping.
    Finally,
he dropped his hand. “I’m going out. I’ll be back later. So I’ll see you at
breakfast.”
    I
struggled up on one elbow to