“Yes.”
He moves his two fingers in and out, alternating between rubbing just the right spot on my clit. I shiver when he nips at the spot on my neck and licks it to soothe away the pain.
“I… please… inside me… now,” I beg.
“Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.”
His fingers pinch at my clit at the same time his teeth nip at my nipple. The two sensations send me over the edge as I let the orgasm ricochet through me.
He doesn’t even let me finish one orgasm before he’s sliding into me. It’s all too much to feel at one time.
He moves slowly, too slowly. As if I can’t handle all the sensations.
But I don’t want slow, I want fast and hard. I want all the sensations to hit me at the same time.
Wrapping my legs around his waist I pull him closer to me.
“You want more of my cock? You want to feel me deep inside you?”
I nod my head while scratching at his back trying to get his body as close to mine as I can.
“Say it.” He stills completely.
“I need you, Cal. I need to feel you closer, deeper.”
He flips me over onto my stomach, slipping a pillow under my hips to raise them. Straddling my thighs, he slips deep inside me, kneading my ass cheeks.
“I love this view of you. Your ass high in the air as your pussy takes my cock so well. It’s so fucking sexy.”
His praise turns me on as much as his touch. Knowing that he’s watching me and getting turned on.
His pace quickens, he’s hammering in and out of me. Dragging his hand up my back and slipping into my hair he pulls my head back, the pain bordering on making me absolutely feral for this man. Propping myself up on my elbows, he reaches around to play with my nipples.
My hips buck against him, my body twitching with each pinch to my breast.
“Are you ready to come for me again?” His voice is strangled, trying to hold his own orgasm back.
“Yes, please.”
Pulling back, he stops with just his tip inside. He reaches over to our bedside table pulling out the familiar foil packaging crinkling before he sheaths himself with a condom. Bracing for what’s next I clench together as he slams into me, it’s all so tight and the friction is delectable.
But with that, comes the hurt. The hurt that he doesn’t see us as ready for a baby. I don’t either, but the reality of where we are in our marriage hurts like hell.
His movements get frantic and frenzied, deeper, shorter strides, pulling me out of my thoughts. My legs are shaking, holding back my own orgasm.
He buries himself deep inside while his cock twitches with his orgasm. A slap to my ass sends me over the edge and I squeeze every last drop out of both of us.
“Fuck, that was… I missed you.” I whisper out under his weight.
He turns his head to the side, kissing me on the cheek. “I love you so much, Jules.”
Rolling off me, he pulls me into his side, wrapping his arm around me and holding onto me like he can simply just hold us together.
While his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep, my mind won’t stop. Fear that I’ve hurt him when I left, fear that he won’tbe able to forgive me when I admit it. My own breathing gets faster, and even in his sleep he snuggles closer when I panic.
He’s reassuring me without even knowing it. He deserves me figuring my own shit out. And I will.
Last night was an emotional rollercoaster in my mind. I couldn’t sleep and was wide awake when Cal left for work. But I pulled the coward move and pretended to be asleep as he kissed my cheek goodbye.
