Pegging my Husband

An excerpt for adults only: Bonnie stood back to admire her husband standing there naked before her, flushed and eager and getting harder by the second. She shimmied out of her own pants and panties, not caring where they ended up. She stepped in and leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him face to face, neither of them craning their necks. His kiss was gentle, but she turned it rough and demanding. She wasn’t in the mood for soft touches and assurances of love. She wanted a f**k, something rough and animal and purely physical. She thought of her brand-new dildo stashed away in the toy chest beneath the bed and shivered. She’d be using it, oh yes. She mirrored what he’d done to her earlier, licking and kissing across his neck and collarbone, but she punctuated it with bites, half-moon crescents that stood out stark and angry red on his skin. His gasps and groans had a different, wonderful quality; aroused but edged with pain, rawer and lower than usual.