She delves deeply again, her moans vibrating through me. My leash on control is on the verge of snapping. I clench her hair in each fist and push up. She hums and groans while licking and sucking. Chaos pools at the bottom of my spine, making my thighs shake.
“You like that, Sabrina? Knowing you’re the one person who can make me lose control gets you off,” I say with animal grunts. “What a good wife, taking my cock like a needy little slut.”
She pauses. Before I can undo the damage of my filthy-talking mouth, Sabrina says with a devious grin, “This needy little slut loves getting choked by your cock.”
The pace of her plunges quickens, the suction becoming more forceful. My dick knocks at the back of her throat, her mouth stretched and eyes watering at the exertion. I shove upward roughly, relishing the way she relaxes her throat to take more of me.
Holding my climax back is heaven and hell together.
Dammit, I have to stop. The first time I come inside my wife, I want to sink so deep she feels me everywhere.
Cupping her chin in my hands to tilt her head up, I put a stop to the best blow job of my life.
She looks confused. “Don’t you like it?” she asks.
How could she doubt that I do?
“Like it? I’m two shoves from exploding into your mouth.”
“Why don’t you?” This woman. Jesus, this woman.
“Because this can’t end yet. I want to make love to you, Sabrina.”
That’s a truth I hadn’t allowed myself to fully acknowledge till now.
Her features soften with warm affection. She rubs her jaw against my palm like a submissive kitten. It’s adorable and sexy and intoxicating. That she might want me as much as I want her was unimaginable hours prior.
Now?
I’m on a high I don’t want to come down from.
“I’ve got condoms in the bathroom.”
Regrettably, I’ll have to get out of the bed to fetch them.
“You don’t have any here?” she tilts her head toward my nightstand.
“My wife is the only woman who’s ever been on my bed.”
Sabrina looks puzzled and doubtful.
I’m not bullshitting. Any casual hookups through the years always occurred away from home. Being the captain of an NHL team means there’s a lot of attention on me when I’m in Columbus. To keep things casual, I might invite a woman to an event, though never for an actual date. Hotel rooms and the occasional public quickie are part of being a hockey player with puck bunnies throwing themselves at you.
It was fun at first. But for the last few years, casual sex has felt like an unwelcome intrusion into my real life.
Now I know why. It turns out the one woman who has always been in my life is the same one who belongs in my bed.
I head to the medicine cabinet and grab a bunch of condoms. Stocking the nightstand sounds like a great idea.
Making a show of sheathing my rigid thickness, I relish Sabrina’s body quivering in anticipation. Her red lingerie is askew and her hair is a mess. With fiery eyes and a parted mouth, she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
Leaning over her, I pull a strap down her shoulder to expose her breast. She wiggles out of the fabric till there’s nothing but a swath of cloth over her belly. Using my teeth, I pull it down. She lifts her hips to free the fabric. I lick her seam a few times before trailing kisses upward. When our bodies align, I grab my cock to swipe up and down her folds.
“Dex, please,” she whimpers. “Inside me, please.”
I want that so much, I can’t see straight. Sliding in slowly, I force myself to focus on her face. I refuse to miss a single second of her reaction when I take her. When I take my wife.
The moment our bodies join as one will forever be lodged in my memory. Sabrina’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. Giving her a few more inches, I seeks the wetness that swallows my cock.
