Sweetheart Wife novel · Chapter 8 of 24

Chapter 8: The Application

On Saturday morning I woke to his mouth on the back of my neck.

Grey light came through the oak branches, and the house was quiet.

His chest pressed warm against my back, and his arm lay around my waist.

I felt him hard against my ass, and I smiled into the pillow.

"Good morning, Mrs. Middleton," Jonas said into my hair.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"It makes me want to do things."

"Good," he said, and slid his hand down my belly.

I was twenty-six, he was thirty-one, and neither of us was in any hurry.

His fingers found me already wet.

He stroked me slowly, from behind, in lazy circles, and I pushed back against him and heard him breathe in sharply.

"Willa."

"Yes."

"Tell me what you want."

I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around him.

He was thick and hot and heavy in my palm, and I stroked him once, root to tip.

He groaned against my shoulder.

"This," I said. "I want you inside me like this. Now."

He lifted my top leg over his hip and pushed into me from behind, one long slow thrust that made me cry out.

I gripped the sheet.

He held my hip, and he fucked me slowly, deep and lazy and relentless, while his other hand worked my clit in tight circles.

Every thrust hit the place that made my vision go white.

I heard myself begging and did not care.

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