Jake closed his eyes and kept up the pace, his asshole working my cock. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his mouth glistened with spit as he kept licking his lips. He was so beautiful that it hurt to stare at him too long. Every word YourBoiFriend said was right for us. I never knew how Jake had chosen me. He could have had so much better, but he’d wanted me.
My heart hurt at just the thought of having him here inourhouse, a lifetime commitment we’d bought together. I had him in every way—body, mind, and soul—and I couldn’t ask for anything else. He’d already given me the greatest gift a man could want.
“Stop thinking so romantically,” Jake huffed out, laughing. “I want a dirty fuck.”
“I wasn’t,” I said gently, then grinned.
“Bullshit. You get a lovesick look in your eyes.” He leaned down to kiss me, and I grabbed the back of his head, dragging him against my body so he couldn’t move. Then I turned us so it was him on his back and me between his legs.
“You make me that way,” I said, running my fingers down his face and over his lips. “You drive me crazy.”
“Ditto,” he whispered, surging forward to kiss me again.
I got into the perfect spot to piston myself into him, and he whimpered when my cock hit deep inside. The sound of slapping skin mixed with YourBoiFriend’s deep voice, and they were the only noises I needed to have me so close to the edge I thought I’d spill embarrassingly early. Jake had my belly tied in knots with the way he threw his head back, giving me access to kiss and nibble the skin on his neck until I’d left my marks. He’d walk into work tomorrow and PD would know exactly what had happened.
Jake clutched my shoulders, his fingernails digging into my flesh. “Oh fuck, babe. Right there. Shit.”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” I drove into him hard and fast, the need to get off moving my hips. I was so close it hurt, and my head felt dizzy, all the blood rushing straight to my cock. Pleasure zipped through me, my balls so tight I thought they’d empty any second.
Jake arched up against me, his slim but muscled stomach touching mine as he let out a long moan that had my skin tingling. I wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. Wrapping my arms around his back, I dragged him up until he was practically sitting on my lap as I continued to fuck into him. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and YourBoiFriend’s voice drifted into my ears.
“Come for me,” I whispered to Jake, dotting kisses on his chin and cheeks.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jake stroked himself harder and clenched around my cock. He was close.
“Show me how much you love me.” I used my hold on his hips to bounce him up and down on me until he stiffened and I knew he was about to let go. He whimpered from the back of his throat and cum shot from him, sprinkling both our stomachs.
I wasn’t far behind. Another three or four thrusts and I shot my load deep in his ass, filling my husband with everything I had.
He leaned back, and I guided him to the mattress with a tired sigh. Sliding my softening junk out of him, I fell onto the bed beside him in exhaustion. My chest heaved, my body shook from the powerful orgasm, and my cock was still so sensitive that it gave a small, pleasurable throb.
“Wow. I love reunion sex,” Jake said with a laugh, his hand laying on his chest as it rose and fell fast, like mine.
YourBoiFriend’s voice had slowed, and it was clear the recording was nearing the end. “Do you want to have a nap with me, love? We could cuddle.”
“Me too.” I forced myself onto my side and dragged him closer, kissing him on the cheek. “Did you remember our anniversary is next Sunday?”
“Yes.” The shifty tone of his sleepy voice said otherwise, and I chuckled.
“Liar.”
“I remembered it was this month?” He smiled, and I stole another kiss because I couldn’t resist.
“One week away,” I said, “and I have the perfect present planned for you.”
“Yeah?” His eyes lit up and he pinched my arm gently. “What did you get me?”
“I’m nottellingyou. That defeats the purpose.”
He pouted. “Spoilsport. Why say anything?”
“To remind you of our forgotten anniversary.” I ran my fingers down his arm and over my wedding vows. His hand was inked, too, a black rose on the top of his wrist with a pair of scissors that stopped just before his knuckles. I tweaked the nipple with a bar in it, and he shivered, groaning low in his throat.
“Stop it or I’ll get hard again.”
“Is that possible?” I teased, laying a sloppy kiss on his temple.
“With you? Fucking always.”
