“Oh my god, Dex, you’re so big,” she says before releasing a low moan.
“I’m not even halfway in,” I say smugly. “You ready for all of me?”
She doesn’t answer with words. Crashing her lips to mine, she pushes her hips up and takes me all the way. Plunging my tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm as my cock, I claim her as mine. With a controlled, steady thrust, I give her just enough force and friction to stay at the edge of an orgasm.
“More, Dex. Harder, please,” she groans and nips my bottom lip.
Sabrina begging does something to me. It’s impossible to hold back.
I tilt her head to the side so I can suck her neck, bite her shoulder, fist her hair. My hands squeeze her ass and angle her hips. Deeper, we crash against each other, grinding and groaning like animals. It’s primal and yet unbelievably intimate.
With a graze of my teeth against her ear, I whisper, “I’ve dreamed about this moment, Sabrina. And not once in all my fantasies was it ever this incredible. My wife takes my cock so perfectly.”
I chuckle at her hitched breath before pulling all the way out and slamming in.
“You’re.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.” Thrust.
It’s impossible to rein in control when she responds fervently, meeting my plunges with her legs wide, her walls vibrating, and her mouth whimpering “yes, yes, yes.” I invade deeper, sweat gathering between us. The sounds of heavy breathing and slapping skin fill the room.
“I’m there. Oh my god, oh—” Her walls clamp around my cock. She bites down on my shoulder to hold back a scream. I move inside her, trying to prolong her climax while holding back my own. Her limp arms fall outward but her hips remain lifted, welcoming my penetration.
“I want you on your knees. Every time you bend over, all I want to do is grab your round ass.”
Her eyes widen excitedly. “Every time?”
I recall the blissful torture of living with her: Sabrina reaching under the kitchen cabinets, or picking up her laundry basket, or checking the stove when she made gingerbread cookies.
There wasn’t an instance that my dick didn’t perk up, hoping for an invitation.
“Every time,” I confirm.
Her lips quirk in a half smile, half smirk. “Show me, Dex. Show me how much you want me.”
I pull out and sit on my heels, relishing the view of Sabrina getting on all fours and looking over her shoulder. Fuck, it’s glorious. My chest glides against her back.
“You want me to lose control? You sure about that?” Everything in my body tenses with sharp yearning.
Her response is to wiggle her ass against my cock and bob her head deliriously. “I want to know how it feels when you don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
I push her head down and cant her ass higher. My cock is enveloped in her liquid heat with one powerful thrust. My wife, I chant in my head as I plunge in and out of her pussy. My hands grip her hips tightly so I can thrust as deep as possible. I look down at her buttocks jiggling with each shove, my thickness disappearing into her channel. I close my eyes because it’s too much to look at and feel simultaneously.
My body refuses to hold back the invasion. I couldn’t if I tried. Faster and faster, my control crumbles. I plunder without restraint, chasing an explosion that will change everything.
“Dex, oh god, Dex.”
She pushes her face into the pillow to muffle her screams. We climax together, my hardness surging as she clenches around me. We ride the ecstasy through its peak, prolonging the orgasm by continuing to grind against each other. Rapture weakens our limbs and empties my body. When pleasure is done barreling through us, we collapse on the bed.
It takes a beat before my vision refocuses. I watch her go to the bathroom and close the door. An anvil lands on my chest the same moment I recall her words before we made love.
Taking me in, helping with my treatments, giving me so much, she had said.
At face value, her words seem correct. Yet at a deeper level, there’s no such thing as “taking in” someone who has always belonged in your life.
I’m helping myself when I help her. The marriage is a favor for a friend and an amazing arrangement for me. And yet it is so much more than that. The marriage confirms we belong together. What is happening between us tonight is something I didn’t expect and could barely imagine.
However, living with her has made it impossible to deny the truth. Sharing a home with Sabrina, knowing she’ll be there at the end of the day, and making love to her… these have nothing to do with convenience or favors or friendship. Tonight proves something I’ve always known but never fully acknowledged.
It’s always been her.
