He walked toward her, slowly and confidently, a predator savoring his trapped prey. “Then we’ll be quiet,” he told her, hands dropping to her waist before reaching for the knot of her robe. He kissed her behind the ear and smiled. “You be quiet.”
She blushed, nodding. Her body had been humming with want, and the tension within her begged to be snapped. As he slipped her robe off, she told him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, “We’ll have to be fast, husband. We don’t want to keep your father waiting.”
“God, wife,” Justin rolled his eyes as he pulled his head back to look at her. “You talk about my father right this moment?”
She bit her lip and blurted out, “Would you rather when you’re having sex with me?”
He grinned and inclined his head toward the bed. “Fast, then. But I want to taste you first.”
Valerie managed a shaky nod, not out of fear but due to excitement. She lay on the bed, her eyes looking up at Justin expectantly as he shrugged off his robe.
Justin Aston was easily the most handsome man in any room, and he will be reigning for a long time in this regard. He wore his thick, blond hair short now, which only emphasized his defined, sculpted features. Right now, his eyes were a hot, molten green, darkening with lust for her as he loomed over her. She caressed his firm cheek with her knuckles, pressed shy, light kisses along the narrow, elegant bridge of his nose before rubbing against his firm, lips, grazing her teeth across them. As Justin lowered his head and kissed her hard, she pressed her palms on the broad width of his shoulders, fingers curling on the bulge of muscles there before drifting down his rippled chest. He gasped against her mouth as she flicked at his nipples, tensed as her hands drifted to his narrow waist. Since Justin held himself over her, his cock was only brushing against the seam where her thigh and sex met.
She spread her legs, but he shook his head.
“Uh, Justin?” She asked, suddenly unsure.
“Fast,” he reminded her gently. He kissed her and flipped her on her stomach. Valerie understood, and she blushed as she pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Behind her, Justin fought the urge to whistle at the sight of her long, rippled back, and the freckles splashed around it, the smooth, modest curve of her bottom, the bunched muscles at the back of her thighs. There was a bite mark on her shoulder from when he’d marked her earlier, and little bruises were scattered around her back, her bottom, from their making love against the door. He kissed everyone, both in apology and gratitude for her letting him take her as he had. Between kisses on her delectable flesh, he whispered about taking her here, sliding a tongue between her buttocks so she would know what he meant. She hissed in agreement and thrust against him. She missed him there. He spread her cheeks open and thrust his tongue in shallow rapid strokes in her pink hole.
Valerie, thinking he was torturing her most delightfully, growled, “Fast.”
He laughed and trailed kisses up her spine. “As my wife wishes.”
Justin bent over her, licking her nape before giving her hair a brief tug so their lips could meet in a hungry, tasting kiss. Then he knelt behind her. Both knew this was her favorite position to have sex in.
Still gripping her hair, Justin began to ease his way inside. Valerie gasped - he felt monstrous in this angle, and she loved it, loved how he stretched her to the point of ripping her. But she was wet, she was dripping down to her thighs, and the sheets were moist with her own juice, so it didn’t hurt. He held on to her hip, his hand still on her hair and started fucking her.
Valerie would press her face into the pillow to muffle her cries, but Justin was holding her, and he felt so unbelievably good there was no other way to respond or show how she loved it. Her breasts shook with every thrust, the sound of their slapping skins almost rivaled her grunts and gasps. ”Justin Justin Justin,” she chanted, unintentionally spurring him to fuck her harder. He gasped when his cock popped through the last stronghold of her tight sex, and she cried out as he steadily started bumping against her cervix. This time, she managed to shake off his grip from her hair to continue her cries into the pillow.
“No,” Justin’s voice was dark as he grabbed her by the hair again. “No, wife. Let me hear you. Tell your husband how much you like having his cock in you.”
“Justin,” she protested, weakly, imprisoned by the pleasure he was giving her thrust by thrust. “Oh oh oh - god - “
“Justin,” he corrected, and she could hear him grinning.
“Asshole,” she wheezed out, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt herself on the brink.
He slapped her bottom, and she cried out. “Later.” Then his fingers found her, massaging her clit in rough, circular strokes that caused tremors to break out in her body. “Are you close?”
He was winding her up tighter. “J-Justin - “
Realizing what he was doing, he released her clit and her hair. He seized her by the hips and started thrusting into her with a vigor that knocked the breath out of her. Valerie found herself gripping the headboard, squeezing her eyes shut. As his thrusts got more deliciously savage, cries started emitting from her throat. She held on, feeling it, the wonderful promise of -
“Justin!”
Six seconds later, a shout so powerful resonated through the walls of their bedroom, a cry so mighty and powerful it probably shook the door as it ripped through it, telling anyone who overheard that indeed, a beast was in Shady Grove.
Six
Donald did not scold them when they made it to dinner a good deal later than instructed. He did notice, however, that Valerie was blushing more than usual and had a dazed, bright-eyed look while Justin looked more smug and very sure of himself. Justin pulled out a chair for his wife, grinning, but it dropped when he was instructed by his father to take the opposite chair. The old man was truly tempted to roll his eyes then; it was good of his son to be so in love with his wife, but it wouldn’t kill him to be away from her for one dinner. Especially since the boy had just shown how much he liked being with his wife during breakfast earlier. Valerie looked a little disappointed, but she was better-mannered, understanding, and respecting the rules and her elders.
Valerie had to put all her efforts into focusing on the delicious swordfish course. She and Justin had gotten pretty loud in their sex and woke up their sons. Justin, still half-erect and clearly in no condition to be on his feet yet left it all up to her to throw on her robe and put the boys back to sleep. A few soothing sounds and touches put Colin and Kenneth right back to sleep, but Leo and Tyler demanded a story. They were truly their father’s sons, she thought, summoning what little strength she had to have half a mind to read aloud from The Bull That Wouldn’t Behave - with voices, as Tyler earnestly requested and she could never resist her son when he looked at her so pleadingly, a dimpled, beautiful smile on his cherubic face. To add to her distraction, when Valerie was sitting down, there was semen dripping down her thighs and wetting her robe. By the time she was finished, she was ready to deck Justin with the hardbound storybook. But like his sons, Justin had given her that irresistible puppy dog expression matched with a sheepish, dimpled smile and damn it, but he just looked adorable struggling to tuck his erection in his pants. Yes. So adorable.
She picked a high-necked, gray sweater that fit close to her body and ended at her midriff and a long, high-waisted black pencil skirt to go with it, which had a slit from thigh to calf. There was no time to wipe herself clean and, clearly, only still having half a mind thought it wise to skip underwear. Boy, was she wrong?
Sitting down, the skirt’s fabric rubbing her slit was arousing, and she was blushing harder than when Justin had been fucking her. Her asshole husband also seemed to know exactly what was going on and would give her longing but smug looks from across the table. She prayed Donald didn’t notice her distraction - she would reply a few seconds too late to his questions and always looked surprised when prompted to comment. They have been talking about Sandy Bay’s holiday activities tomorrow, of which the Astons wer
e the honored guests at the parade hosted by the local chamber of commerce.
“We would love to join you,” Valerie managed to say, sounding a little breathless as she squirmed in her seat. “It sounds lovely and fun. Do you think the children would enjoy it?”
“There’s going to be a parade, music, and much dancing. Fireworks at night,” Donald said. He nodded at Justin. “I used to take my children to it until they started growing horns.”
Justin sighed loudly. “Samantha doesn’t like crowds. And she was always getting into fights with people whom she thought were looking at Asher wrong. Asher also had a habit of standing too close next to ladies in short skirts.”
Valerie cocked an eyebrow at him through the rim of the glass she was sipping from. “And of course, you were the perfect angel.”
Justin made a harrumphing sound. “Damn right.”
“Language, Justin.” Donald reminded him. To Valerie, he said, “Justin was rude and sarcastic. It got to the point that the children were banned, and only I was deemed worthy of an invitation.”
Valerie smiled at him. “That doesn’t surprise me at all, Donald.”
“We can watch the fireworks from the beach,” Donald told them.
The rest of the meal courses were served. Come dessert, Donald was pleased with the revel bars they bought for him from the weekend market - they were his favorite. He requested that dessert and coffee be served at the patio as it was a clear night, not too warm, not too cool. He offered Valerie his arm as they walked there, Justin trailing behind them and thinking his wife’s ass in the skirt was a damn fine gift from the heavens.
Out in the patio were slim metal chairs with the softest cushions that just called for one to sink into and relax. Donald removed his suit jacket, as did Justin. Valerie kicked off her high-heeled shoes and stretched her feet in relief. Relaxed now, she sat back and enjoyed a lively conversation with her husband and father-in-law. An hour passed before Donald announced he would be retiring for the night.
“Valerie and I will stay, if you don’t mind, Father,” Justin told him. “It’s a nice night, and we’re so relaxed.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Justin. Valerie,” Donald kissed her on the forehead and shuffled away.
As Donald disappeared into the house, Justin leaned toward Valerie and asked, “You want to stretch your legs?”
“What do you have in mind?” She asked.
“Come on.” Justin took her hand. Valerie picked up her shoes and placed her hand in his. He smiled at her. “Just a short walk.”
As with everything in Shady Grove, the patio was huge, and this was where Donald often hosted cocktails. He reserved grand celebrations for the gardens near the tennis court. From the patio, it was only a short distance to the pool.
In the star-splashed night, the blue waters of the pool gleamed like a brilliant blue. Justin continued to pull Valerie behind him until they reached one of the lounge chairs lined on one side of the pool. The lounge chairs were made of sturdy, woven material and covered in deep crimson cushions so that lying on it would be absolutely relaxing. Justin paused before one, turned to Valerie, and made a grand, sweeping gesture. She blushed and sat down.
“No. Lie back.” Justin coaxed her. So she did.
As soon as she was lying down, he joined her. It was a tight fit, but they made it work with Justin half-lying over her, looking into her eyes. Valerie knew what was coming, yet her heart still played a riotous beat when he dropped his head and kissed her.
A deep, hungry moan rose from her throat as he gently urged her lips to part wider and allowed his tongue to swoop inside. She breathed deeply, loudly, inelegantly, as Justin’s taste filled her mouth - wine and coffee, sugar. Soon he lorded over her thoughts and senses: she breathed with him, tasted only him, felt, and thought only of him. A violent gust of breath shot out of her nostrils when his hand found her bare leg and started caressing it with light, airy touches that tingled right to the bone. She buried her fingers in his thick blond hair, hooked her leg around his lean hip. Justin shifted so she could move her other leg to wrap around his waist.
“Again?” She whispered when he raised his head to look at her. They were both breathing as if they came from a hundred-meter dash. Justin’s hair was now mussed due to her fingers. He looked like a starving man, yet there was tenderness in his eyes too, with the way he traced her cheek as if she were feminine and delicate. She blinked owlishly, and he gave her a ragged smile.
“There’s something you should know,” he told her, whispering too. He dropped a kiss on the side of her neck, below her ear. He cupped her breasts by slipping his hand under her sweater, squeezing them. He kept his hand wrapped around a round, plump mound as he plumbed her mouth again. ”God, Valerie.”
“Hmm?” Her voice was dreamy as he pinched her nipple.
He licked her lips unabashedly. “I want to fuck you.”
He raised his head again to look at her. Hard evidence backed up his declaration. It was pressing right against her thigh.
Biting her lip to stop a giggle, she said, “I know.”
He shook his head. “You misunderstand, Valerie.”
She kissed the stubble darkening the edge of his elegant, perfect jawline, following the rough trail down his throat. “Tell me, husband.”
He kissed her on the mouth again then pulled back, still leaning over her. It was then that she saw his amber eyes taken over by dark, dilated pupils.
“Every time we have sex, I want you twice as much. When you walk into a room, I want to have sex with you. When you sing our babies to sleep, all I can think about is taking you. When you’re presenting your paper, I want to tear you from the stage and take you in front of people, so they’ll know you’re mine, as I’m yours. When you smile at me. When you call me an idiot.” Justin gasped as if startled by his own words, and he kissed her, grinning at her shock. “When you kick my ass at bowling. When you’re sunburned, you’re sweaty. When you're pregnant. When you smell of books and ink. When you look at me with those astonishing eyes. I want to fuck you. Twice as much and more and more and more. I want to fuck you and live in your sex for days.” He covered her neck in kisses. She clung to him, heart hammering in her chest.
“Valerie,” he begged. “Please. Let me take you.”
She looked in his eyes, nodding. She fisted his shirt. ”Yes.”
And with that, he launched a full-on assault, kissing her hungrily and sloppily on the mouth while his hands touched and squeezed and gripped her everywhere and anywhere. He ground his hips against her, the movement promising the dance he’d be leading later. His passion only triggered one kind of response from her: she gave it back. She gave it all back with twice the fervor, the hunger, and passion. It stoked the fire blazing wild in him, and he growled against her tongue, determined to match her, overwhelm her.
It was like fighting.
Sparring, each determined to make the other yield.
Where no matter the outcome, they were both winners.
But, bragging rights.
Justin grunted in surprise when Valerie, locking her legs around him, threw her body against him, knocking him to the side of the lounge chair and on his back. A huff bathed Valerie’s face as Justin panted, his eyes wide and pleased at her sudden maneuver. His hands went for his belt and zipper; she rose to her knees to unsnap her skirt - removing it was an awkward tangle of limbs and laughter until she stood up and drew it down to her ankles. She smirked, though she was blushing the deepest shade of scarlet when Justin’s eyes almost popped from their sockets, and his jaw fell to the floor when she revealed she was naked under her skirt. Unlike most women, she only waxed when needed, and Justin preferred a full bush. She still wore her top.
Justin's gaze at her was so hot Valerie was certain she'd go up in flames in a bit. She stood before him, shyly, blushing profusely. His eyes tracked from her face to her nipples pebbling against the sweater and her sex, swollen and aching. He licked his lips as his stare moved down
to her legs before resting on the juncture between her freckled, muscular thighs.
“Are you wet?” He asked her suddenly.
He didn't really expect her to answer that, did he? So she nodded, feeling her cheeks burning.
He smiled. “Show me.”
“What?”
He moved closer. “Go on,” he told her, the smile on his face widening as she suddenly covered her sex with her palms. “Show me how wet you are.” He seemed amused by how shy she was still.
“Why don't you see for yourself?” She demanded. The tips of her ears were the color of sunset now.
“I want you to show me, Valerie. Please.”
That word was criminal from his lips. Breathing harshly, loudly, Valerie brought her fingers to her sex and nudged her lips open. Justin groaned. She was sticky, her honey wet, glistening looms sliding from her inner lips. His smiled was shaky as he looked at her. “Where do you want me?” he asked hoarsely.
Still pressing herself open, she whispered, “Inside.”
“Show me, wife. Show me where you want me.” His voice dropped lower. “Touch yourself.”
When Justin adopted that silky, dark tone, Valerie felt wired to obey. She had never touched herself until meeting her husband, who had eagerly taught her the many ways to find pleasure with herself. It still embarrassed her, partly because she was letting Justin in on something so private, and a huge part because she was willingly relinquishing control. But Justin's response was always worth it. As she rotated her middle finger around her clit, he bit his lip, a look of pained envy on his face. It was enough to encourage her to begin fucking herself.
She was wet. Only with Justin did her body respond like this, in a head-spinning, overwhelming way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. As Valerie stared at Justin while touching herself, her eyes became heavy with the lust she herself was weaving.
“Always so wet for me,” Justin whispered. “Come here.”
Again, she obeyed him without another word. Justin, sitting with one leg to rest on his knee, told her to continue touching herself. A few strokes around her clit, and he brought his hand to her, his fingers pumping her sex. It was too much. “Oh god,” she groaned. Then he beckoned her to come forward. As soon as she was close enough, he seized her by her ass and planted his mouth right in her folds.
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