She yanked my waistband down. Cool air wafted over my rigid cock as it sprang free. The thing didn’t bob though. I was too fucking hard for that.

Her hands hadn’t left my waistband. She eyed my erection like she was afraid it’d bite back.

“Are you sure you want to, Kate?”

Her gaze popped up to mine. It wasn’t trepidation I saw, but anticipation. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want to. I just… I’m not good at it.”

“The fuck you aren’t.”

Her brows lifted. “But I haven’t really done anything like that for you.”

The whole time we’d been together, she’d been afraid of disappointing me. I realized that now. “Kate.” I ran my hands through her hair, letting the silky strands cool my fingers when the rest of me was a furnace.

“I figured you’d had”—she grimaced like she hated taking a highlighter to her perceived shortcomings—“better.”

“Than you?” I said incredulously. “Get that shit out of your head. Everything’s better with you. Everything.” I pointed to my straining cock. “Especially when it comes to you touching me like that.”

Her soft chuckle blew air across my heated flesh and I nearly groaned.

I cupped her chin. “Before you, my life was empty, including the sex.”

She spread her hands out and ran them down my thighs. The horny guy inside me willed her to drift closer to my dick, but the married man trying to make sure his wife knew how much he desired her held it in.

She chewed the inside of her lip as she brushed a hand up my leg. I let out a ragged moan when her warm hand gripped the shaft. “I still don’t have much experience with this. I should probably practice.”

“As much as you want. I’m not going to complain.”

She scooted closer and I widened my legs for her. Her mouth descended on the tip and I was riveted. Her lips opened and my lungs froze. She sucked me into her mouth and my head dropped back. “Kate. Goddamn.”

She played. That was the only way I could describe it. I held back as much as I could to keep from choking her with wild, aimless thrusts. But she toyed with me. I didn’t care if she was doing it intentionally or not. My balls were strung tight. My spine sizzled with unspent energy, but she didn’t settle on a rhythm.

She was studying me. Pumping my shaft while her head bobbed up and down. Another low groan eked out of me when she gave my balls a squeeze. She kept doing it. Pumping and squeezing and sucking.

I like where we’re at. It’s enough, Aiden. It’s enough.