Her hair is a delightful mess, with strands of golden red falling loose from the bun she tied it in without a second thought last night, and her cheek is smooth as silk where it meets the juncture of my arm and shoulder, the spot she claimed as a pillow at some point during the night. One long, smooth, toned leg is slung over mine, and I fight the urge to peek under the blanket to see if the sleep shorts clinging to her skin have ridden up at all.
She sighs, and her breath ghosts across my skin, teasing my nipples from their proximity to herplump mouth. Her hips are rocking in the tiniest motion, but it’s enough to make my blood boil. My cock twitches, as though it’s trying to find its own way out of my pants and closer to Mabel, desperate to touch her, feel her, sink inside of her.
Goddammit, I’m going to come. Mabel is on top of me, sleeping like an angel, and I’m going to fucking come.
Wanting to spare myself the humiliation of Mabel waking up wrapped around me and thinking I had a wet dream all over her immediately after she welcomed me into her bed, I shift slightly and try to slide my way out of her hold and off the side of the mattress. But when my thigh shifts, so does Mabel. She nuzzles closer to my armpit, her thigh shifts higher, and I’m branded by the heat of her pussy pressing down against my leg. My heart stops, my breath stills, and then she’s rocking again, this time grinding all that sweet heat directly over my quad. A moan escapes her lips, and only then do I realize what she’s been doing all along. That the damp spot on my shorts isn’t just from the precum leaking from my tip, but from the arousal soaking through the pink, cotton shorts covering her slit.
Mabel is pleasuring herself with my leg between her thighs.
Holy fucking shitballs, I am definitely going to come.
I should wake her up. I should feign some sort of bathroom emergency and catapult myself out of this bed before she realizes what’s happening. I should do anything but lay here and let her continue to grind her pussy on me like I’m her favorite toy. But, fuck me, she’s so damn beautiful like this, somehow looking both peaceful and stressed out as she jiggles her little hips, desperate to find her release even in sleep. Her nails scrape across my chest, scratching my sensitized skin and pouring gasoline on the fire of lust burning in my belly. I can’t let this go on, but I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Mabel’s breathing quickens, morphing into whimpers and pants as her brow crinkles and her hips glide faster, losing their rhythm as she seeks relief. With each slide of her covered pussy over my thigh, my cock thickens further. I swear, I can almost feel the swell of her little clit through her pajamas as she presses against me.
Almost there, baby girl.
Without permission from my brain, I hike my knee until my thigh is ground tight against my wife’s pussy and splay my hand across her hip. I want to help her. Want to see it, the moment where she falls over the edge.
On an inhale, Mabel’s eyes flutter open. Sheblinks up at me, awareness sinking across her features as she wakes.
“Ryder,” she gasps, her movement of her hips slowing, but I can’t have that. Gripping her hip tight, I thrust forward and grind my thigh against her slit.
“Shhh, Mabel. Don’t stop, baby. You’re so close.”
The second of hesitation on Mabel’s face might as well last a lifetime for the way my nerves react to it, but when she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and resumes her rocking, relief floods through me, stronger and more satisfying than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Mabel digs her little pink-painted nails into my pecs, probably leaving holes in my t-shirt while she humps her pussy on my thigh over and over until finally?—
“Ryder, I’m—” she gasps, a moan cutting her off as those intoxicating brown eyes roll back, her entire body trembling and that hot juncture between her legs soaking through her shorts as she comes, babbling and whimpering and clawing at my chest until I’m sure she’s drawn blood. She’s a trembling, sweating mess, more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I want to lean in and lick the beads of perspiration from her throat. I want to shove my fingers inside of her and feel the way her pussy clenches and contracts. I want to bury my face between her legs and drown in the taste of her.
More than anything, I want to live in this moment forever, but I’m not strong enough to ride my own edge any longer.
My insides coil, pleasure grasping at me and pulling my balls up tight like a zip tie until I can no longer handle the pain. Hiking Mabel’s leg up a few inches until her supple thigh is pressed against my erection, I grind once, twice, and then I’m spilling in my pants. My stomach muscles contract so violently, I have to grit my teeth as my orgasm demolishes me, shredding me and knitting me back together.
The second my pleasure subsides, my skin erupts in goosebumps. Mabel is trembling in my arms, and looking up at me with glassy, dazed eyes. I stare at her lips, so pink and kissable, and I?—
Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck motherfuckers, what have I done?
“Ryder,” Mabel whispers, brushing her thumb over the chain resting on my heaving chest.
“I’ll go clean up,” I grumble, doing what I should’ve done five minutes ago and getting the hell out of the bed. I sprint to the bathroom, where I immediately rid myself of my t-shirt and cum-filled pajamas and get to work cleaning away the evidence of my ill-advised orgasm. I wrap a fluffy yellow towel around my waist and search the cabinets until I find an unopened toothbrush, since I’ve beenkeeping my toiletry bag in the kitchen. I squeeze a line of Mabel’s unscented, natural toothpaste onto the bristles and go to town on my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror and hoping that if I brush hard enough, I might be able to bleed the embarrassment out through my gums.
Mabel won’t even talk to me about whatever is going on between us, and the second I have my hands on her, I come on her leg like an animal.
“Fucking idiot,” I mumble under my breath.
There’s a soft knock on the door, but I ignore it, spitting into the sink. Another knock, this time a little bit harder.
“Just a second,” I call out. Mabel knocks again.
“Ryder, come on. It’s not a big deal. We fell asleep and woke up horny. It happens. I know I made a big deal about the pillow wall last night, but I thought it would make you more comfortable. I’m sorry I crossed it, but you told me to keep going when I woke up. And I mean, really? What’s a couple of mutual orgasms between a husband and his wife, right?”
Letting go of my white-knuckled grip on the edge of the sink, I whip open the door to find a wide-eyed Mabel on the other side, her eyes zeroing in on my bare torso. I watch the muscles of her throat work and bob as her gaze follows my happy trail down towhere it dips into the towel. She quickly schools herself then leans against the door frame, cocking a hip and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Rye Bread, I thought I called dibs on being the erratic, emotionally stunted one in this relationship.” Her tone is teasing, but as much as I might want to, I can’t bring myself to laugh. “I really am sorry, Ryder. I was asleep. I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have…I mean, we’ve never talked about…oh god, I took advantage of you, didn’t I? Oh my god, Ryder?—”
“No, Mabel, no,” I practically shout at her, hating the way her lip trembles, the way she covers her face with her hands. “I wanted that. Whatever it was, whatever we just did, I wanted it. I promise. Did you?”
“Yeah, I did.”
