In an instant, Tucker had backed off of her and was pulling her into a sitting position. “Turn around, sweet. Get on your hands and knees.” He leapt off the bed and fetched the pillow she’d tossed earlier, then placed it along with another beneath her hips when she was in the position he’d requested.

Rubbing his hands over her backside, he let out a groan, and the bed dipped as he knelt behind her. “You have the loveliest bum I’ve ever seen. Move your knees apart more for me, my love.”

When she did, he moved closer behind her and his shaft rubbed against her opening. Tucker gripped her hips and pressed himself inside. Vivi was still so wet from their previous activity that he slid deep within her in moments. He withdrew and thrust in again, deeper still, and she shuddered. He was touching her in places she never knew possible. She felt so full, so stretched, so delightfully wanton.

As he stroked slowly inside her, Tucker’s hands roamed everywhere-lightly smacking her derriere, moving around to rub her nubbin, scraping his fingernails ever-so-gently against her breasts, tickling against the sensitive flesh in the bend of her elbow. Every touch shot a new surge of pleasure to where they joined.

Vivi pressed her hips back into him, encouraging him to increase his pace. But he continued his slow assault of her senses, driving her mad with need.

With each thrust, his ballocks swung forward and pressed against her button.

She couldn’t take much more of this. Supporting herself with one arm, she moved the other hand down to bring herself to completion.

“ No, my love,” Tucker said, pulling her hand away from her sex.

“ Good God, I need-”

“ I know exactly what you need, Vivi.” He placed her hand back on the bed and drove ever deeper into her body with a grunt. “Trust me to give it to you.”

Her husband withdrew completely from her body then. She nearly sobbed with her need when he moved away from her.