“Get inside me. I fucking need you,” she said, her eyes practically burrowing in on my cock.
Who was I to refuse such an offer?
I hurried up the bed. I didn’t even bother putting a condom on; in one sense, it would have felt weird to do it with the woman who was my wife, and in a similar sense, while I’d certainly puttered around elsewhere, I wasn’t an idiot. I was still good.
And boy, when I slid inside her and felt her warm wetness enveloping me, I was more than good. I was on cloud fucking nine. I felt so fucking good, all of the bullshit with the MCs completely dropped by the wayside. It. Was.
Fucking.
Ecstasy.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I slid in and out of her.
I had so much more to say, but I just shut my mouth. This was the time for fucking, not talking.
And let me tell you, as I fucked her, I gave it to her like I’d never given it to anyone else. There was sex to get off, there was good sex, there was great sex, and then there was this. I had never felt so in control of a given situation, so set on determining how her body felt, so much piloting a situation.
And that…it made me feel close to her. Real close.
Like, almost uncomfortably close.
But as long as my cock was hard and she was rolling through her orgasms, I was happy to ignore that fact.
We switched through positions; she wound up on top once, even though I still maintained control of the situation, before we wound up with me behind her in doggy. It was finally here, grabbing her hair and slapping her ass, that I felt my cock swell with the inevitable orgasm. A part of me told me to pull out, that staying inside of her while I fucked her wasn’t going to be the wisest idea—
But fuck it.
I wanted to feel her pussy contract and pulse around my cock. I wanted to feel her quiver. I wanted to feel my cock shoot everything into her. Not on her back. Not on her bed.
Into her.
And then…
“Fuck!”
I came.
I fucking came harder than I had in ages. Oh, fuck, and it lasted longer than it usually did too! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Holy shit!”
When I finally finished, I found my body slumped over the back of Callie, who collapsed into the bed, letting out a content sigh. The bliss slowly turned from forceful ecstasy to sleepy happiness. It was good.
Life was good.
They’re coming tomorrow.
I bit my lip, making sure that Callie couldn’t first see me. Tomorrow, this all couldn’t be a part of the picture again. As enthralling as this sex was, I couldn’t repeat it once we woke up. I had to stay focused, I—
“Fuck, baby, it was just like old times.”
I should have said something. I should have nipped things in the bud right there, made it clear that as good as it was, it was a one-time thing. That should have been all that was said.
But…
“Tell me about it,” I said as I kissed her gently.
Fuck.
