How About No
Page 35
“You’re doing exactly what I asked you to do,” he stated, pushing up so that his cock now lay against the exposed center of me. “Now why would that be a turn on?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re terrible.”
He ground himself down onto me. “Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever the reason for it, I don’t care. Pull your other leg up and out like this one.”
He gave the one he still had in his grasp a squeeze, and I felt things inside of me clench.
I loved it when he was in charge and acting like this.
I shifted my weight and actually bumped against his hurt leg, causing him to flinch. “God, Wade. I’m sorry.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my downturned mouth. “Didn’t hurt that bad. Honestly, just a surprise.”
I scowled, causing him to laugh. “Really. I swear it didn’t hurt that bad.”
I instinctively started to reach for him with the hand that wasn’t holding up my leg where he wanted it, and he shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Put that one back up on the headboard.”
I did as he asked, putting it up on the top rail while also digging my nails into the back of my thigh where my hand rested, holding my leg in place.
I felt exposed and raw, and I wasn’t sure where he was going with this whole thing.
“On second thought,” he said, gesturing to my leg with his head. “You take this leg, too.”
I did, hooking both arms around the backs of my knees and pulling them even farther up and out.
The moment that I was where he wanted me, he started to rock his hips.
The tail end of his shirt tickled my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to fist it and yank it off of his body.
“What do you want?”
He’d always been able to read me so easily, sometimes I was surprised by how well he was able to tell when something was bothering me.
“I want you to take your shirt off,” I growled.
In fact, I wanted nothing more than to feel the hair covering his groin drag against my clit.
Which he easily interpreted with only a small grimace on my part.
He ripped the shirt off and over his head by hooking his thumb into the collar at the base of his neck and yanking it up and off of his head.
I wasn’t sure why it was always so sexy to see a man—my man—take off his shirt, but goddamn was it a sight to see.
Wade had never been what you’d call a tidy man. He was a very hairy guy, and his chest was one of the places that I loved to drag my fingers along while absently reading a book. He had a chest full of hair, and his lower happy trail connected up the center of his abs to the chest hair that grew in copiously.
It was dark brown, matching the color of his beard, and made his chest appear even bigger than it actually was.
But his man pelt as I’d so kindly named it when we were first married was one of my favorite features about the man.
My eyes likely dilated at the sight before me, and Wade started to chuckle as he caught the move.
“I don’t understand what your fascination is,” he teased me. “But I fucking like it.”
“It’s like why I’ll never understand your fascination with my boobs,” I pointed out. “We’ll just have to realize that there are things in this world that can’t be explained.”
He scoffed. “More like you’re just weird,” he pointed out. “It’s fairly normal for men to be turned on by breasts.”
“And it’s fairly normal for a woman to find a hairy chest attractive,” I countered.
Just as the last words came out of my mouth, Wade bent down and captured one distended nipple into his mouth and sucked.
My pussy clenched on empty air, and I felt downright bereft without something inside of me to clench on to.
Something he must’ve sensed by again reading my face because his grin went wider as he reached down and plunged two fingers into my wetness.
My eyes slammed shut, and my nails dug in deeper.
“Jesus,” I hissed, back arching.
All it took was two pumps of his fingers for me to realize that I was so not liking this no touching him thing. I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips. I really wanted to pull him down on top of me and latch my teeth into his shoulder muscle as he took me hard.
And I reallllly wanted to come.
“Don’t tease me, Wade,” I pleaded. “Either take me or make me come. Please.”
Wade curled his fingers, and I knew right then and there that he’d liked the pleading, and had decided to give me what I wanted.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, feeling him stroke that secret, special spot inside of me that I’d never been able to find on my own.
Yet, without so much as a question, Wade always seemed to find it with little to no effort.
Then again, it could be like me when I went down on him. It was easy to remember the things that pleased my man, and it didn’t matter that years had passed since I’d done some of them. It was like the things that made Wade weak in the knees were always burned into my memory.
I knew that he liked it when I flicked that little spot on the underside of his cock. I also knew that he liked his balls to be squeezed just this side of too hard when I was giving him a hand job.
And just like that, Wade made me come.
Hard.
I screamed through clenched teeth, unable to find it in me to open my eyes. I desperately wanted to, though. I loved seeing the satisfaction in Wade’s eyes as he made me come. It’d always been one of those things that only served to turn me on more.
Breathing hard, I finally felt my back drop back to the bed and opened my eyes.
Wade was staring at me, one hand still frozen inside of me while the other was wrapped around his cock as he slowly pumped away at it, getting off on the sight of me getting off.
Feeling an aching in my legs, I let them drop to the bed and released them, then held my hands out in a silent plea for my man to come to me.
He came willingly, letting go of his cock in the process.
He growled when his mouth came down on mine. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come.”
I felt heat rising to my face, and I turned my mouth so that my lips rested against the fast beat of his pulse.
“You make me feel beautiful,” I breathed.
He situated himself between my splayed legs, then suddenly rolled so that we were on our sides.
There, he made long, sweet love to me.
His thrusts were slow and deep, driving me wild all while being sweet about it.
His hands never loosened around me, even when our sweat started to make us slip and slide.
And when I finally came for the second time, he did, too.
Deep inside of me where he belonged and always would.
Once our breathing was back to normal, and his cock was once again flaccid and resting against the inside of my thigh, I told him my deepest sorrow.
“I made a very bad decision,” I told Wade. “I was scared. So freakin’ mad at you I couldn’t think. And honestly, I hated that you were so sympathetic to my sister when you never even asked me how my childhood affected me.” I paused. “I hate it that you still talk to her. I hate it even more that my parents acted like I was their golden child just to get you onboard for the surgery when it couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“Your parents are good,” he said, sounding sick to his stomach. “They made it sound like you’d only donated once. Had I known it was as many as it was, I would’ve…”
“Done the same thing, because you’re a big ol’ softy,” I countered.
He groaned into my shoulder. “I would take every single thing back if I could. God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I wrapped my arms around his head and squeezed it tight.
He made a protesting sound into my armpit. “Staaaaap.”
I snickered and squeezed harder.
His hands came up, and all of a sudden, I was no longer the one in charge, he was.
And I was on the bottom, his legs on either side of my ribs, while he tickled the crap out of me.
“Wade!” I cried out loudly. “Noooo!”
By the time he stopped, I was crying from laughing so hard, and I barely caught my breath before he was switching gears back to where we’d previously been only ten minutes before.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re terrible.”
He ground himself down onto me. “Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever the reason for it, I don’t care. Pull your other leg up and out like this one.”
He gave the one he still had in his grasp a squeeze, and I felt things inside of me clench.
I loved it when he was in charge and acting like this.
I shifted my weight and actually bumped against his hurt leg, causing him to flinch. “God, Wade. I’m sorry.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my downturned mouth. “Didn’t hurt that bad. Honestly, just a surprise.”
I scowled, causing him to laugh. “Really. I swear it didn’t hurt that bad.”
I instinctively started to reach for him with the hand that wasn’t holding up my leg where he wanted it, and he shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Put that one back up on the headboard.”
I did as he asked, putting it up on the top rail while also digging my nails into the back of my thigh where my hand rested, holding my leg in place.
I felt exposed and raw, and I wasn’t sure where he was going with this whole thing.
“On second thought,” he said, gesturing to my leg with his head. “You take this leg, too.”
I did, hooking both arms around the backs of my knees and pulling them even farther up and out.
The moment that I was where he wanted me, he started to rock his hips.
The tail end of his shirt tickled my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to fist it and yank it off of his body.
“What do you want?”
He’d always been able to read me so easily, sometimes I was surprised by how well he was able to tell when something was bothering me.
“I want you to take your shirt off,” I growled.
In fact, I wanted nothing more than to feel the hair covering his groin drag against my clit.
Which he easily interpreted with only a small grimace on my part.
He ripped the shirt off and over his head by hooking his thumb into the collar at the base of his neck and yanking it up and off of his head.
I wasn’t sure why it was always so sexy to see a man—my man—take off his shirt, but goddamn was it a sight to see.
Wade had never been what you’d call a tidy man. He was a very hairy guy, and his chest was one of the places that I loved to drag my fingers along while absently reading a book. He had a chest full of hair, and his lower happy trail connected up the center of his abs to the chest hair that grew in copiously.
It was dark brown, matching the color of his beard, and made his chest appear even bigger than it actually was.
But his man pelt as I’d so kindly named it when we were first married was one of my favorite features about the man.
My eyes likely dilated at the sight before me, and Wade started to chuckle as he caught the move.
“I don’t understand what your fascination is,” he teased me. “But I fucking like it.”
“It’s like why I’ll never understand your fascination with my boobs,” I pointed out. “We’ll just have to realize that there are things in this world that can’t be explained.”
He scoffed. “More like you’re just weird,” he pointed out. “It’s fairly normal for men to be turned on by breasts.”
“And it’s fairly normal for a woman to find a hairy chest attractive,” I countered.
Just as the last words came out of my mouth, Wade bent down and captured one distended nipple into his mouth and sucked.
My pussy clenched on empty air, and I felt downright bereft without something inside of me to clench on to.
Something he must’ve sensed by again reading my face because his grin went wider as he reached down and plunged two fingers into my wetness.
My eyes slammed shut, and my nails dug in deeper.
“Jesus,” I hissed, back arching.
All it took was two pumps of his fingers for me to realize that I was so not liking this no touching him thing. I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips. I really wanted to pull him down on top of me and latch my teeth into his shoulder muscle as he took me hard.
And I reallllly wanted to come.
“Don’t tease me, Wade,” I pleaded. “Either take me or make me come. Please.”
Wade curled his fingers, and I knew right then and there that he’d liked the pleading, and had decided to give me what I wanted.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, feeling him stroke that secret, special spot inside of me that I’d never been able to find on my own.
Yet, without so much as a question, Wade always seemed to find it with little to no effort.
Then again, it could be like me when I went down on him. It was easy to remember the things that pleased my man, and it didn’t matter that years had passed since I’d done some of them. It was like the things that made Wade weak in the knees were always burned into my memory.
I knew that he liked it when I flicked that little spot on the underside of his cock. I also knew that he liked his balls to be squeezed just this side of too hard when I was giving him a hand job.
And just like that, Wade made me come.
Hard.
I screamed through clenched teeth, unable to find it in me to open my eyes. I desperately wanted to, though. I loved seeing the satisfaction in Wade’s eyes as he made me come. It’d always been one of those things that only served to turn me on more.
Breathing hard, I finally felt my back drop back to the bed and opened my eyes.
Wade was staring at me, one hand still frozen inside of me while the other was wrapped around his cock as he slowly pumped away at it, getting off on the sight of me getting off.
Feeling an aching in my legs, I let them drop to the bed and released them, then held my hands out in a silent plea for my man to come to me.
He came willingly, letting go of his cock in the process.
He growled when his mouth came down on mine. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come.”
I felt heat rising to my face, and I turned my mouth so that my lips rested against the fast beat of his pulse.
“You make me feel beautiful,” I breathed.
He situated himself between my splayed legs, then suddenly rolled so that we were on our sides.
There, he made long, sweet love to me.
His thrusts were slow and deep, driving me wild all while being sweet about it.
His hands never loosened around me, even when our sweat started to make us slip and slide.
And when I finally came for the second time, he did, too.
Deep inside of me where he belonged and always would.
Once our breathing was back to normal, and his cock was once again flaccid and resting against the inside of my thigh, I told him my deepest sorrow.
“I made a very bad decision,” I told Wade. “I was scared. So freakin’ mad at you I couldn’t think. And honestly, I hated that you were so sympathetic to my sister when you never even asked me how my childhood affected me.” I paused. “I hate it that you still talk to her. I hate it even more that my parents acted like I was their golden child just to get you onboard for the surgery when it couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“Your parents are good,” he said, sounding sick to his stomach. “They made it sound like you’d only donated once. Had I known it was as many as it was, I would’ve…”
“Done the same thing, because you’re a big ol’ softy,” I countered.
He groaned into my shoulder. “I would take every single thing back if I could. God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I wrapped my arms around his head and squeezed it tight.
He made a protesting sound into my armpit. “Staaaaap.”
I snickered and squeezed harder.
His hands came up, and all of a sudden, I was no longer the one in charge, he was.
And I was on the bottom, his legs on either side of my ribs, while he tickled the crap out of me.
“Wade!” I cried out loudly. “Noooo!”
By the time he stopped, I was crying from laughing so hard, and I barely caught my breath before he was switching gears back to where we’d previously been only ten minutes before.
