Suddenly, he’s off me again. I whine until I feel it there.
At my center, something rigid grazes my folds. It’s not his cock or his fingers. It’s much smaller, yet still stimulating. He puts my heels on the table so I’m fully open while he looks down at what he’s doing to me.
“Ah, fuck, I could come just playing with your perfect pussy, Sabrina.”
“Wh—what are you, um, playing with?”
He lifts the candy cane and wraps his lips around the curve which I now realize was rubbing against my center.
“So delicious,” he mumbles. “Want a taste?”
I nod, speechless.
But he doesn’t give me a taste. At least, not yet.
Dexter’s intense focus is downward, where’ I’m presented to him. I feel the tender grazing of the candy cane’s curved shape against my wet center. Dexter bites his bottom lip, tilting his head this way and that, like he wants to check what he’s doing at every angle.
Meanwhile, my body trembles and my pussy weeps because I’m so turned on.
Dex removes the candy cane and rubs it over my lips. I open to take it, relishing the flavor of my arousal made sweet. While he watches, I run my tongue up and down the length of the candy cane before sucking the straight end till my cheeks hollow.
A sultry chuckle leaves his lips before Dexter drops on his knees and buries his face between my thighs. He licks and sucks and delves like I’m the best Christmas dessert he’s ever had. My vision blurs and my body trembles with the need to come. My entire nervous system is screaming yes yes yes to the acute pleasure of being ravished by my husband.
Opening me with searching fingers, Dexter’s tongue flattens against my throbbing, sensitive clit. And then he sucks hard while two fingers curl to stroke my inside walls.
My body stiffens. A tightness in my core steals all my attention. This is where he takes me—right at the edge till I’m thrown over into a glorious, reckless free fall. Sensation takes over as an orgasm rips through my body.
Dexter drinks all of it up, his hum of satisfaction rumbling through my channel and prolonging my climax.
Epilogue
Dexter
Sabrina’s submission is intoxicating. I live for these moments when she’s completely mine to love. There’s no greater satisfaction than giving my wife what no one else can give her: the freedom to let go, to take pleasure, to be adored without restraint or conditions.
When we make love, Sabrina becomes a pure, unfiltered version of herself. Her beautiful, responsive, sexy self.
In every other aspect of her life, my wife is an overachiever. Sabrina has yet to find a project that doesn’t yield to her spreadsheet skills or meticulous planning. Even her recovery from that fucked up accident was handled with more grace and dedication than I’ve ever witnessed in the NHL.
On the ice, she was considered a protégé from eight years old onward. She was invited to every elite team in and around Buffalo, which meant she played with the boys because, well, systemic sexism. Is anyone surprised that the girls’ programs were grossly underfunded? Honestly, that needs to change.
My point is, Sabrina excelled throughout her life. Coaches from all over the region clamored to lure her to their team. She stayed in our local league, so—fortunately for me—she was my goalie for every game, every tournament, every hockey-related experience of our childhoods.
Watching Sabrina Ramirez glide from post to post to cover her net, diving into the fray of crashing opponents to stop the puck, do the splits like her body is held together by rubber bands, is a sight to behold.
I’m a professional hockey player. I know what it’s like to play with and against world-class goalies. I can honestly say no one has the precise technique and innate reflexes Sabrina brought to the game.
She was a force of nature and a work of art in front of the net.
Currently, on this dining table where I’m feasting on her body, she’s also a force of nature and a work of art.
My wife looks down between her legs where I’ve drank up her climax. The smooth expanse of her skin and the tender rise of her breasts are a sight to behold. Her lips are parted because she’s panting. Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Sabrina is as lost in the maze of lust as I am.
“Dex, please, baby. I need your cock.”
“Give me a second,” I manage to croak.
