“So wet for me,” he murmured, his thumb circling my c**t as one finger slipped briefly inside, then two, dipped slightly, then pulled out again. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Since our wedding night?”
“Yes,” I admitted firmly. “Every night, I’ve wanted you.”
He smiled roguishly, as if he knew all along. Then he gripped my hips and thrust inside me in one smooth motion.
I cried out, my back arching as he filled me. The angle was perfect, his c**k already hitting spots inside of me that made my toes curl. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist to pull him even deeper.
“Every night,” I repeated as his hands slid under my ass, lifting me slightly to change the angle. “Every night I thought about you, Isaac. I couldn’t think, couldn’t sleep—” I nearly screamed
