A Wildly Seductive Night: (Seductive Nights: Julia & Clay Book 3.5) by Lauren Blakely

dirty dreams about fucking his wife’s ass. He was a dirty bastard after all, and a greedy one, and he wanted the one part of her he’d never had.
    So as his thumb gently played with her clit, his dick pushed against her rear. She flinched but then nodded. Permission to enter. He eased inside. Just the tip.
    “Oh,” she moaned, but her lips twisted.
    “You okay?”
    “Just different,” she said roughly. “Don’t stop.”
    “You sure?”
    She grabbed his arms. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
    That was all he needed, and he pushed in more, letting her adjust inch by inch to his length. She writhed and shifted.
    Then, she nearly grunted out a “holy fuck.”
    “Good or bad?” he asked quickly.
    “Just full,” she said, with gritted teeth. “Really full.”
    He stilled in her, giving her all the time she needed as he stroked her clit, paying attention to the part that drove her pleasure, making sure her body was flooded with delicious sensations as well as the new and different ones.
    At some point, her breathing evened out, her lips parted, and her hips rose up. Her body accepted him, and it was fucking incredible.
    His eyes swung to the view in front of him—his cock fully nestled in her. He was inside her ass at last, and it felt primal. Tight, hot, and so fucking dirty.
    His mind spun in a million lustful directions. He moved slowly, stroking in and out, one hand grasping her hip, the other zoned in on her clit. Her body gripped him, holding him tight, and he’d never felt anything so hot and dark before. It was tension, it was fire . . . it was a whole new realm of pleasure. And he could look at her gorgeous face, gaze into her eyes, feel her underneath him, moving and grinding into him.
    “We good?”
    “So good,” she moaned.
    “I love it,” he growled as he pivoted his hips and drove into her. “You’re so fucking tight.”
    She shot him a dirty grin. “And you love it.”
    “So fucking much. Can’t get enough of you. Now I get to have all of you.”
    “You have me, Clay. You have me,” she said, rocking her hips into him as he rubbed her clit.
    Somehow, he’d always pictured putting her on all fours, taking her with that sort of roughness, but this was better. They had complete freedom with each other to explore all their desires, to say no to what they didn’t want, to say yes to what they did crave, and to do it without guilt, or hang-ups, or concerns. Just them, here in their home, testing their limits and expanding the boundaries of their physical love.
    This was everything he’d hoped it would be.
    It was hot, and dirty, and it was true. Sweat beaded on his chest, and his body burned with heat, with desire, and with this raging lust. The tightness was like a glove, and he knew his own release wasn’t far away.
    “Come again, Julia. Come again beneath me.”
    “I will, baby. I will,” she said as he stroked faster, his thumb flicking her clit in a frenzy. Her moans pitched higher, and at that moment, he thrust a finger inside her wetness. Her neck tensed, and her mouth fell open. Soon, she was writhing like a wild thing, coming undone on his hand, and he couldn’t hold back.
    He fucked her through her orgasm as his own release surged down his spine, her sounds driving him on. Her body clamped down on him, hugging his dick until he unraveled, pleasure surging, spreading, lighting him up everywhere as he came hard in her, his entire body shuddering from the pure, electric intensity.
    He was spent, exhausted, and lit up from fucking the love of his life in a whole new way.
    A few minutes later, he ran a warm bath while he took her to the shower, cleaning her up and washing himself off her before he scooped her up and brought her to the tub, joining her. She snuggled against him as water sloshed around them.
    “Does it hurt?”
    “I’m not going to lie and say no.”
    “So it hurts?” he asked, running his fingers over her shoulders.
    “I’m sore, but it also felt