His question is a strained mixture of a groan and breathy exhale, and I love how it sounds.
Instead of answering, I show him when I line him up toward my entrance, and he removes his fingers to see my next play.
I run his tip through my wet folds, teasing his control that rapidly dissipates because he’s ramming his cock inside me within the next five seconds, and my ego skyrockets at how quickly I got Bobby to lose control.
However, my body wasn’t ready with how abandoned it’s felt because his filling me is almost unbearable.
I’m soaked, but without daily sex, I’m tight, and Bobby’s working, forcing his way inside me to give him everything he has.
It hurts in the best way.
I spread my thighs a little wider, giving him more to work with when he suddenly bottoms out in one thrust, and I wince and moan at how freaking full I feel.
“Don’t tell me I haven’t fucked you hard enough,” Bobby rebukes, his voice hard and strained as he remains still inside me.
I mean…we’ve never really donethis—a rooftop sex session that’s semi-public—butin his office once, when he went to town on me. I’ve never felt the need to complain before. I’ve never been unsatisfied with how Bobby has made love to me or accuse him of not fucking me at a certain pace or how often.
But I wouldn’t callthismaking love.
It’s rough, and my calves are getting a little cold from the winter air, but again, not complaining.
I like this.
I like Bobby being present, in his head, thinking about us and what I am to him.
I said this night was romantic and perfect. Now, it’s nothing I could’ve ever imagined in my head before.
“You’re exquisite,” I tell him. “I’ve never been lacking in any department.”
That must give Bobby the green light he needed because he begins moving again, but not in a steady roll of building me up to stumbling down after my orgasm.
No, this is cementing itself into my body and declaring to the world that I’m his wife.
That I’m his.
That we’re a team and we’re deciding how we live our lives that make us both happy and content.
“Your cunt is trying to force me out,” he imparts, gripping my hips harder. “But you’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you, wife?” I bob my head in silent compliance, feeling the gradual build-up deep in my gut. “You going to take every last drop, too?”
My pussy constricts around those words andthat thought because…Bobby finishing inside me, owning me, it’s domineering in the best way.
He feels it because he grunts within the hollows of his chest and forces his cock deeper.
“I think that’s what she wants,” he says. “She wants her husband’s cock. My cum. She wants me to take turns on her mouth and her pretty little cunt.” His palms glide around to my butt, and he spreads my cheeks wider. “I wonder if she’ll ever let me take her ass, too.”
I draw in a sharp breath, never considering that it’d be something Bobby would want to do, and I’ve never…done it.
He’s never mentioned it.
Maybe, with us taking such a big step together tonight, he feels more comfortable with me. In exploring and discovering things about each other, we’re going to keep learning for the rest of our lives.
Bobby claims he’s never loved someone like he loves me. That he’s never had a relationship that hasn’t been one-sided or selfish.
We may have been together for two years, but I feel more connected with him than ever now.
“Is that on the table…wife?” My head rocks up and down with each propel of his hips, pushing and driving me harder into the brick wall. “I need words for that one, Daydream.”
“Yes.”
