Buttons and Blame (Buttons 5)

His kisses grew deeper, more intense. Sometimes he gave me his tongue, and sometimes he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth. He squeezed me, gripped me, devoured me. When his patience disappeared, he rolled me onto my back and held his mass on top of mine. “Are you ready?”

He gave me all the power and didn’t bother hiding it. He allowed me to make the decisions, to have the ability to override him. If I didn’t want this, all I had to do was say it. This kind of freedom was addicting, and the more he gave it to me, the more I wanted him.

The more I adored him.

“Yes…I want you.” I hooked my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together. I pulled him tightly against me, his cock pressed against my folds. I was already wet for him, my body getting ready to take his impressive length.

He spoke into my mouth, accompanied by a hot breath. “Bellissima…” He tilted his hips and pressed his cock inside me, slowly sliding inside as his length became coated in my desire. He breathed harder as he felt me, his body tensing in pleasure. He inched farther and farther until he was plunged deep inside me, our bodies connected.

I took a deep breath once I felt all of him. “Cane…”

He held his weight on his arms and burned his gaze into me, fucking me with his eyes as much as his body. He rocked into me slowly, getting used to me like he hadn’t had me in weeks instead of days.

I moved with him, matching his slow pace and pulling him into me by the hips. We were hardly moving at all, our thrusts slow and measured, but it felt better than it ever had before. My eyes were locked to his, and I felt my body already begin to betray me.

“Fuck…” He stopped when he was deep inside me, pausing as he closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna come too.”

He breathed another sigh. “How could I forget how good you felt?” He started to move again, this time quicker than before. He rolled his hips at the end of every thrust, grinding against my clit as he tried to drive me into a climax.

“Right there…”

He thrust harder, his chest heaving with the breaths he took.

“Yes…” My hands gripped his hips, and I pulled him into me more. “God…” I came around him, my body clenching and tightening around his length. My eyes closed, and I struggled to breathe because my body only wanted to scream.

“Jesus Christ…” Cane pounded into me harder, making my climax more intense as he reached his own threshold. His cock thickened inside me as he released, giving me a heavy load of come. His thrusts slowed down as he finished, riding his high just as mine ended.

It was the shortest time it ever had taken me to climax. It’d only been three days since we were last together, but apparently, my body was used to having him on a regular basis. Once he was gone, my body didn’t know how to handle it.

He stayed deep inside me, obviously having no intention of leaving anytime soon. “How do you expect me to last when you do that?”

“Do what?” I had no control over my body when we were together. When he kissed me, touched me, fucked me, I turned into a whirlwind of hormones. All I could do was feel, certainly not think.

He kissed me as he shoved his softening cock farther inside me. “What you’re doing now.” He rubbed his nose against mine as he stayed buried inside me. “Being beautiful.”

4

Crow

I wasn’t quite as angry with my wife.

But still pissed enough.

I wanted an apology for what she’d done, an acknowledgment that she was wrong and she would change her ways. Until I got that, she would continue to be a victim of my silence. When she asked if she could pick up Adelina and spend time with her, it was a step in the right direction. Button would never ask me something like that normally, and I appreciated that she was trying.

But it wasn’t quite good enough.

I continued to use one of the guest bedrooms as my personal space, rarely having interactions with her when I was at home. I spent more time at work because there was nothing waiting for me at home.

I knew my indifference was hurting her, but I wasn’t ready.

Not after what she did to me. I would much rather bear the pain of catching her with another man than find out she’d put herself at risk with Tristan. It would break my heart to the same degree, but at least her life would never be in jeopardy.

Every time I thought about what she did, I was pissed all over again.

She could have died.