He turns to me, those hazel eyes lit up with excitement.
“Just a little spit and a lot of love,” I add.
That’s what he gives me until I’m feeling his hard cock deep within me. He pulls up, guiding me onto my knees and grabbing my hair, pulling it back—another thing he’s shown me I enjoy.
As he pushes in again and again, I revel in having him filling me.
I love barebacking with my husband, because when we lost the need for condoms, it felt like there wasn’t a barrier between us anymore, like we could be totally and utterly one another’s.
He fucks me good—the way only Scott could know how to fuck me, in all the positions I enjoy so much. He slaps my ass sharply and then rubs over where it’s tender.
“Again,” I demand.
And he obeys before drilling into me some more.
This is what marriage is for us, being able to explore and experiment without inhibition, not hiding anything we enjoy from one another, being totally open to share whatever fantasy fills our thoughts—whether we discover it in an adult store or in a porn.
When the pressure swells within me to the point where it’s almost too much, Scott has me on my side, my leg upright against his torso, my hands still bound to the headboard, and he pushes deep.
“God, I wish I could touch it. I need to rub it out,” I say.
“Are you asking me to get you off?”
“I'm begging, fucking begging.”
He grins, still hitting my prostate just right. Then he grabs my cock and strokes it while continuing to stimulate my ass.
“Fuckin’ A. Spew in me, Scott. Get it up in there.”
Scott’s movements quicken, build, and climb before I hear the grunt I know all too well.
He's filling me.
It's so gratifying to know, and as he pushes in once more with his hand still around my dick, I shoot, my cum spreading across the sheets.
Sweat runs down my body as I catch my breath.
Not pulling out, Scott lowers my leg and lets me rest on my chest as he collapses onto my back. His lips press against my cheek as he wraps his arms under mine, clinging to me in a way that makes me feel so needed and appreciated.
“Someone was in a toppy mood today,” I say.
“Shut up, you needy bottom.”
He leans back and slaps my ass again—for good measure, I’m sure.
“Mmm,” I say, pushing my ass back and still enjoying the sensation of his hard-on lingering within me. “Can we just do this for the rest of the weekend?”
He laughs. “I think that sounds like a really good idea.”
He lies back on top of me and we lie there for a few moments until we hear a buzz.
One of our phones.
“That's probably your brother,” Scott says.
We're going out to dinner with them later tonight—me, Jordan, my sister, and Scott—so we can catch up.
Ever since I came back to live in Atlanta all those years ago, I spend a lot more time with my family—at least the only family that matters to me. It was the best decision I ever made, because I feel like Kate, Jordan, and I share a deeper connection with each other than we ever did when there were all those secrets in our home.
