Pleasure pulses through my entire body. I’m vibrating with need.
I don’t need air or water or food or anything else in this world. All I need is her.
I massage her clit with my thumb, and it’s not long before I feel her tense around me again. She’s about to come again. Good. My entire body is tense, aching for release.
I could have come minutes ago, but I wanted to last. I wanted to make this good for her. I wanted to see her come again because I love watching her come. Nothing turns me on more than seeing my wife writhing and moaning, overcome with pleasure.
My chest aches and my lungs feel tight. Emotion fires through me.
So this is how it feels to have sex with someone you love. It’s more than just a physical release. It’s pleasure, but it’s everything else too. It’s the way my heart aches for her. The way my breath catches when I think about her. The way nothing feels complete or right unless it’s with her.
Thisis love.
I’m making love to my wife, and it’s beyond words.
I thrust faster as she starts to fall apart. Liquid heat shoots through my balls and the shaft of my cock. The pleasure and pressure inside of me crash and explode.
I come with a groan, feeling raw and wild but centered too. Every cell in my body rearranges. My entire being shifts. Because of her. Because I love my wife so fucking much.
When I gaze down at her, she’s staring up at me with those adorable half-lidded eyes. I smile and kiss her.
“What a good wife you are, coming twice in a row on my cock.”
She makes the cutest satisfied sound as she kisses me.
“Stay there,” I say softly. I kiss her forehead, then pad to the bathroom, grab a washcloth, wet it, then walk back to the bed and clean her up.
When I finish, I crawl next to her and cuddle her into my chest, feeling like the luckiest, happiest man in the universe.
“That was…” she murmurs, like she’s in a daze.
“Fucking incredible?”
“Yeah. That.”
We both chuckle. We lay cuddled together, me stroking her hair. I close my eyes, savoring the soft feel of her body tucked against mine.
Calm washes over me. Now that our secret is public, we’ve got a mess to deal with. But we’ll figure it out. Whatever the fallout is, we’ll handle it. As long as I have Ellie by my side, I can handle anything.
Coach Porter blows the whistle, signaling the end of the drill we’re running at training camp.
We gather around the coaches and listen to the feedback they give us. Once they dismiss us, we head off the ice to shower.
“Hey, Connors,” Coach Porter calls out.
“Yeah, Coach?”
“Come see me in my office before you leave.”
I tell him sure, then head to the locker room and brace myself for what’s about to come.
We’re five days into training camp, and no one from team leadership has brought up the media frenzy around my and Ellie’s marriage. It’s pretty surprising given how it’s been all over sports news since it first broke almost a week ago. I figured someone was going to want to have a word with me the second I reported for training camp.
I guess it’s finally happening now. I’m going to lose my spot as alternate captain.
As I get cleaned up, I think about how much that’s going to suck, even though I know it was coming. I remember what Coach Porter said to me all those months ago, how if I wanted to be seen as a serious candidate for alternate captain, I’d have to clean up my act. How the owner Greg and others didn’t want some party boy manwhore wearing the A on their jersey. How they wanted someone who was a great player and a stand-up guy off the ice too.
I’m guessing their definition of a stand-up guy isn’t someone who marries their friend for health insurance and then becomes sports tabloid fodder because of it.
