“F-fu—oh—ugh—FUCK, ugh, YOU!” she whimpers as she yells with each of my relentless poundings.
The sound of our skin slapping together as my pelvis meets the back of her thighs causes me to climb closer to the edge.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD! AAAAAUGH SHHHHIT!” my voice carries, echoing off the walls as I come hard.
God damn, that was so fucking good. Holy shit.
I don’t remember the last time we fucked that hard and that angry. It’s frustration with her and her frustration with me, her jealousy, my constant growing state of arousal around my coworker, it’s all come to a head.
Maybe Sarah put me in the mood, or maybe it was everything. Maybe I just wanted to feel wanted and needed. I hadn’t felt like that in a while. A small part of me wonders what it would have been like to have that with Sarah, but then it’s quickly washed away when I look down and see my wife, a sheen of sweat across her pretty face.
Her hair is all messed up. She had flat-ironed her hair yesterday, and now, with all the moisture and the sweat, I can see the roots getting their curl back. Even though she likes to wear it straightmost times, her curly hair is so sexy. It makes her look young and wild, like a feminine warrior.
A woman who gave birth to all the nations. She’s always looked like a manifestation of Mother Nature to me. I love her so much.
Releasing one hell of a sigh, I drop down onto her chest, pressed up against hers, both of us breathing like we’ve run to the moon and back.
“Damn you. Think you can just fuck your way out of everything?” my wife says breathlessly.
“Not everything. But this time yeah,” I smile, leaning down to look at her and placing one kiss on her lips.
“You stoppedrightbefore I went over,” she whispers.
“IknowI did,” I smile mischievously.
As I kiss her again and prepare to get up, she hooks her arm around the back of my neck.
“Oh no you don’t!” she says firmly, causing me to laugh.
“Of course I’m not going to leave you like this. But you know what, with all theshityou’ve been giving me, maybe I should,” I say, playing around as I prepare to get up again.
“Would youstop?” she laughs.
I love hearing that sound; the sound of her being happy and me making her feel that way.
“What do you want, baby?” I ask, propped up on my elbows, still inside her. She looks up at me, my chin all the way down to my chest just to meet her eyes.
“I want you… to keep on making love to me until I come,” she whispers, her pretty eyes never leaving mine.
“Ask me. Ask menicely,” I tease with a bright smile, feeling my eyes soften.
“Please, Mr Arnoldson…”
My hips start moving tenderly, my dick not as hard as it was, but God damn it, if my wife isn’t so beautiful right now. Moving slowly, I then jam my cock straight into her, causing her to shriek.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” my voice comes out devilishly soft.
Well aware of what I’m doing to her, I jam in again, stabbing her cervix, my erection roaring back.
“Yes. Yes, it’s what I want,” she says breathily.
Then my movements soften until there’s a steady rhythm of her hips moving along mine, our holy matrimony missionary melding us together, leaving no more room for tension or anger.
This woman loves me. Just staring down at her eyes and seeing the way she looks at me… she loves me.
Other women have given me a similar look. I’ve slept with other women long ago. Before Gabby. And even from then, I have recognized that same look.
Sarah has given me a similar look. But even with all the looks from other women, none of them felt like this.
