“Please, what Thalia?” I demand again.
“Please. Fuck me, Lee,” she pants.
“Fuck, I love that. Do you see how hard you make me?” I move myself closer, teasing her with my cock against her clit. The way she moves her hips closer to meet me makes it twitch. “Do you want this?” I ask, lining her wet clit over my dick. I watch as her eyes fill with need. “Tell me you want it, Thalia.” I move in even closer with my lips barely touching hers. “Tell me you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Yes, I want it, Lee.” She grabs my dick and I push in deep, making both of us moan in unison.
“Ahh, shit, Thalia. Wrap your legs around me.” She feels just as I had imagined. So warm, wet, and tight for me.
“Is this what you pictured?” I ask with my lips barely touching the shell of her ear. “Isthiswhat you thought of when you fucked yourself to the sound of my voice?" I move my hips slowly, enjoying every flicker of emotion that passes across her face as my cock fills her. She interlocks her feet together, squeezing around my waist just like I asked—like thegood girlshe is. The tips of her black nails dig through my skin, making crescent moon shapes on my biceps.
“Y-yes,” she answers. Her voice is muffled with her face buried in the crook of my neck.
“Tell me, Sweetheart,” I say through heavy breathing. “Is this better?” Each word punctuated by the thrust of my cock, our slick skin melding together with our passion.
“Yes!” She moans. Her head tilts towards the white ceiling. “So much.Better.”
“Look at me,”I tell her. “I want to see your face when you come on my dick.” She does as I command. “That’s my girl.” I praise as I move my hips faster, matching the rhythm of our breathing.
“Look at you, taking every inch of me.” I groan, pushing deeper into her pussy. I can feel her tighten around my length. “Oh, fuck, you’re close.” I tease. I move in and out slowly. “Do you want to come, Thalia?” She answers with a single nod. “Answer me, Sweetheart. I want to hear that sweet voice of yours while my dick is inside of you.”
“Yes, Lee. Make me come.Please.”She sounds so fucking good when she begs.
“Fuck yeah, you do,” I respond by moving my hips faster and harder, keeping one of my hands next to her on the counter and the other one wrapped around her small waist.
“Come for me, Thalia. I want you to make a mess as you drip down my counter and on my dick.” The feel of her lips on my neck when she moans my name brings me so close to the edge. “I want you to remember this,” I say in between thrusts. “I want you to think about this next time you’re alone. Instead of making yourself come to the sound of my voice, I want you to remember how I fucked you on my kitchen counter after I kissed every part of you.”
She runs her hands through my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her coming down my length to my naked thighs, now moaning louder while still clenching onto me.
“Ahh,fuckThalia,” I groan in her ear. “I can feel you dripping down my cock.” I move in deeper and faster until I chase my release while still pushing myself deep inside her. I stop moving with my arms wrapped around her waist, and her fingers entangle around myneck. “God, you’re perfect,” I tell her while still inside of her.What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“I Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.”
I stare at the dark ceiling. The only light coming in is from the street lights outside. They make little white lines on my bed, peeking in through the blinds.Fuck, it’s late, and I can’t sleep.My mind has been racing, and all I can think about is the look on Thalia’s face when I caught her staring at the bar.
I smile thinking about her gaze. Her eyes went wide when I captured her gaze, piercing mine in the process. My mind goes to the fantasy of bending her over the bar, fucking her under the glow of the Edison bulbs. Her black shirt is barely holding in her perfect tits, putting them on display for me. Thinking about her round ass in her tight jeans makes my dick hard under my sheets.
In the dark ambience of our bedroom, I turn to look at my wife on her side of the bed. She has her back to me while her face looks towards the blank white wall. Her bare shoulders peek out from under our gray comforter. The sheets quietly rustle under the sound of me moving closer. Her body tenses as I pull her close to me with my cock resting on the curve of her ass.
I kiss the side of her neck. My hands move up her arms, gently grazing my fingers up to her shoulders. She stirs in response, hersleepy, blue eyes flutter as she turns to look up at mine. I kiss her full, pink lips, moving her around to face me, and then pulling her on top of me. Her hands land on my chest, and mine on her hips. By routine, I peel off whatever nightgown she has chosen for the night. Tonight it is her light blue silk gown. Her paid for sun-kissed breasts are exposed for me. I glower at the picture of plastic-made perfection, and she situates herself on my length and moves her hips like she always does. She grinds just the right way, making me harder.
As if it is part of our intimate routine, her eyes close. She puts herself in her perfect fantasy. I move my hand up between her breasts to the crook of her neck. It feels too comfortable resting there.
“Fuck,”I moan, and she moves her hips faster. My eyes go heavy, and I am transported to a fantasy of my own.
Ashley’s blonde, loose waves evolve into bright red curls. Her sun-kissed skin has become a milky white complexion covered in vibrant tattoos. Her eyes, now hazel, look into mine as I dig my fingers into her pale thighs.
“Good girl,” I moan, and Ashley’s hips continue grinding harder against me. Both of our breaths meet the same rhythm. She brings her face down to meet mine and presses her full lips to kiss mine. In my mind, they are a devious shade of red, dark as sin.
I bite down on Ashley’s bottom lip hard, making her whimper. My hands go through the back of her hair. “Don’t you fucking move,” I tell her.
My lips graze her jaw and move to the middle of her neck, nipping and licking as I explore, leaving imprints of my teeth along her sensitive skin. She squeezes her pussy around me, making ithard for me to last much longer. She plants her hands on the pillows on either side of my head. I can feel her toes curl on the side of my legs. Ashley sits straight up, making my dick hit the perfect spot. She closes her eyes, only to go back to her mind, and I go back to mine.
My hands go up to what I imagine would be Thalia’s breasts. They’re fucking amazing, fitting in the palm of my large hands. I sit up to meet them in my mouth. After rolling my tongue over each nipple, I gently bite down. Her breathing gets heavier, and I imagine her eyes rolling back as she bounces up and down.
“Just like that,” I praise, matching her movements. She clamps down around me and collapses on my chest, pushing me back down. I remain on my back while her chest moves up and down against mine, and her full lips softly touch mine. There is a brief moment in time where everything is perfect, ecstasy flowing through our veins.
I watch her as she slowly makes her escape to the adjoining bathroom. It is then that I’m transported back to reality when I see her red curls become the gold waves that fall down her naked back. As quickly as it began, the fantasy fades. The colorless life I’ve surrounded myself with is coming back into focus.
