But his warning sent electric bolts of pleasure straight down to my pussy, making the building fire even worse. The feel of his cock against my ass…so close to the back of my pussy, but still too far, was killing me. My nipples were tight, painful buds now. And though what he was doing to my pussy had felt good—so good—when I woke up. It soon began to fill me with a deep, aching hurt.

“Victor,” I pleaded. I squirmed against his hand, wanting…needing more.

My husband…he could be a monster sometimes. But not that morning.

He rolled me over. He held my gaze in his as he…

I moaned when he thrust into me with one hard stroke. That brought a smile to his face. No more mirror. He looked me deep in the eye as he started moving inside of me. Soon, I was moaning again. So loud, he nipped my shoulder.

Not yet, not yet….

No, this wasn’t a dream. But Victor did the thing that he used to only do in my dreams. The disturbing ones that made me cry for what we’d lost. Even though we’d only been eighteen. Like that Khalid song. Young and dumb for sure, even though only one of us was broke.

Not yet…

But it was his kiss that broke me. It was entirely to blame for me gasping against his mouth as an orgasm overtook me, sudden as a tsunami without any warning sirens.

Forget not yet. The orgasm that crashed over me swept Victor up too. His lips fell away, and he banged his fists into the pillow beside my head. In the next moment, his body went rigid, and he emptied inside of me.

Victor, let out a little chuff when he was done. Like the intense climax had taken him by surprise, as well, even though he was the one who had kick-started it in the first place.

We fell back on our separate pillows. Looked at each other. Then laughed.

He rarely vocalized, but this morning was different. Our laughter filled up the room.

Until Victor reached into my nightstand.

“What are you….” I started to ask.

Then trailed off when he brought out the back massager I hadn’t bothered to use in over two months.

My throat dried. Okay, new question: “What are you going to do with that, Victor?”

He answered that question in his usual fashion…silent and ruthless.

A couple of orgasms later, we once again hit our separate pillows. My body was still trembling from way more stimulation than I was used to in the morning.

But Victor just grinned and signed, “Breakfast after my workout and shower?”

“Yep!” I signed and said back.

He pressed his mouth to mine for a hard parting kiss before rising from the bed.