“You sure… you will still find me attractive even if I don’t do the Flying Squirrel?” I ask.
“How about this… I swear I will love you no matter what you do or what you wear or what you look like. You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
“Now you’re laying it on a bit too thick,” I tell him.
“Nah, I’m laying it on just the right amount of thick,” he says as I find the lube and squeeze it onto my hand. I spread the lube over his thick cock, sliding it down the hardening length and over the head. My fingers trail around the head before rubbing the tip.
My other hand glides over his back, tracing up his side to his shoulder while another finger enters me. I moan as he strokesme just right, one hand on my ass, the other on my cock. He’s right. We don’t need anything fancy when he already knows every single thing about me.
I kiss his neck, nipping it gently then sucking the spot I’d nipped. I kiss a line up his neck to his mouth, and when his lips part, I pull him in for a deeper kiss.
He withdraws his fingers and hoists my hips up just a little bit before nudging the head of his cock against my entrance. He presses against me,justopening me up, before I set a hand on his chest.
“Hold on. Just really quick.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Something is a little… off and I think I know how to fix it,” I say. I roll onto my side and reach for something just past the couch. I drag it over and plop it onto my dear husband’s head. Then I smile, quite pleased.
“Fuck me, Sasquatch.”
While I can’t see Jackson’s face from within the mask, I don’t need to in order to know exactly what expression he’s wearing.
“Do me, Sasquatch. Fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”
“We’re going to do the ‘Flying Squirrel’ and I’m going to leave you there unsatisfied,” Hairy Jackson announces.
“Sasquatch Jackson, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” I ask, petting his fur.
He looks less than pleased but not displeased enough to not fuck me. He presses his cock against my hole, and as he stares down at me with his hairy head, he begins to fuck me and it feels so fucking good.
I groan while he drives inside of me, his cock hitting me just right. “Your cock feels so good, Sasquatch Jackson.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
I reach down and feel where his cock is deep inside of me. “Strangely enough… it feels like you’re enjoying it too.” I pull him down and push the mask up just enough to free his lips. He thrusts just right and I moan. Pleasure rushes through me so quickly that I accidentally end up dragging the mask off his head and dropping it.
“Fuck no,” I say as I reach for it.
Jackson pulls out, flips me onto my hands and knees, and plunges back into me. It makes my back arch, it feels so fucking good, and I realize that his plan is to keep me too preoccupied to force that mask back on him. Still, I reach for it, even while his hand grips my cock, stroking me in time to his thrusts.
“You’re so stubborn,” he grumbles.
“I’ve never been stubborn a day in my life,” I say as he picks me up, cock still deep inside of me, and pulls me away from that mask. He presses me up against the wall, lifts one of my legs, and fucks me against it. Like he thinks if he puts me in a corner, I have no way of reaching for something to harass him with.
And let me just say… he might be right.
“Oh fuck. It feels so good. I bet it’d feel better if I could feel your hairy face rub on my back.”
“You are relentless.”
I grin. “Just the way you like me.”
Jackson tugs me over and I find myself in front of a full-length mirror. Oddly enough, when I first put it down here, he wanted nothing to do with it. But now he has me pressed against it and pulls my leg up enough that I can watch the way his cock drives into me. When he thrusts into me, my own cock brushes against the mirror, spreading precome against it. He kisses my throat, and I manage to pull my eyes away from the scene long enough to kiss him.
“I feel like… I vaguely remember wanting you to have more hair, but I’m drawing a blank,” I mutter.
“Good,” he says.
