“Ryder wants me to ride him. How sweet is that,” she teases. I try to think of some witty retort, but when she wraps her soft hand around my leaking cock, my hips buck so hard I nearly knock her off me.
“Fuck, Mabel, get up here. Ride my face first, baby girl. I need to make you come because the second I get inside you, I’m not going to be able to?—”
I’m cut off by Mabel crawling up my body and settling her pussy right over my open mouth. The sweet, tangy taste of her arousal floods my tongue and I growl, lapping at her folds and seeking more,more, more of her. The pressure of her weight on my face is smothering in the best possible way, depriving my senses of anything but her and the pussy I’m dying to bury myself in. I squeeze her hips and try to pull her down onto me even further, wanting to eliminate any space between my mouth and the heaven between my wife’s thighs. Spearing my tongue, I dip inside of her, licking her honey straight from the source. All the while, Mabel moans and bucks on top of me, grinding against my face while I fuck her with my tongue.
“Fuck, Ryder. Your mouth is so good. You love this, don’t you? Such a good husband, letting me ride your face.”
My cock strains, aching and leaking against my stomach. Even with the poor appendage untouched and neglected, I have to recite the alphabet backwards in my head to keep from blowing my load all over Mabel’s back. I reach around her thigh, finding the sweet berry of her clit and begin worrying it in tight circles. Mabel’s moans get louder, her body trembles, and then my face is soaked in a fresh wave of her mouthwatering cum as she cries out her orgasm above me. I never pull away, forgoing my need for air and letting her ride out the waves of pleasure on my tongue until her body goes slack.Only then do I help guide her back down until she’s lying on top of me, chest to chest.
Mabel reaches to the pathetic little side table, rooting around without taking her eyes off mine until she finds what she’s looking for—a square, foil packet with the Winter Games emblem on one side. Waggling her eyebrows, she sits up, dangling the condom between two fingers.
“Bless the International Games Committee. They may not condone sexual relations between athletes during the Games, but their commitment to providing enough condoms to supply a small army anyway is commendable.”
I bark out a laugh that simmers in my chest when Mabel takes the packet between her teeth and tears it open.
“Still good?” she asks as she pulls out the condom.
“Yeah, baby girl. I’m still so fucking good.”
“I’m finally getting my hot, clandestine Winter Games hookup.”
“I’m honored to be your first, Mabel.”
I watch in awe as Mabel grips my dick and rolls the condom over me. The taste of copper floods my mouth, my bottom lip bleeding from how hard I’ve been biting it. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful, sensual, erotic as my wife lovingly putting anInternational Games Committee branded condom over my aching cock. Until, of course, she lifts her hips, sliding the tip of my dick up and down her slit, still soaked with her cum and my spit, until I’m positioned at her entrance. I’m frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but babble out my consent when she asks again if I’m ready.
The moment Mabel sinks down, and the breath leaves my lungs in a painful gasp, I find myself thanking every god, the IGC, and the inventor of vulcanized rubber for the miracle that is the condom. It’s too fucking good. Even like this with a thin barrier between me and the hot, slick grip of Mabel’s pussy, it feels too fucking good. If it weren’t for the condom, I’m sure I would’ve come my brains out at first contact. She sinks down slowly inch by inch, and I can feel myself groaning, whimpering, gripping Mabel’s thighs like if I hold on tight enough, I might be able to suppress my orgasm a little bit longer.
“Ryder,” Mabel moans. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at us. Look at how sexy we are when your cock is buried in my cunt.”
Fuck, I hadn’t even realized my eyes were shut. When I open them, I think I must have died and gone to heaven. I’m all the way in, the split of Mabel’s pussy meeting my groin, her pretty little clit winking at me below the strip of short red curls. In theshadows of the room, I can see every highlight of her curves, the dips and valleys between her carved abdominals, the swell of her breasts and the buds of her nipples. I’m so overcome by the sight of her, my wife—my love—wrapped around me that I almost forget the tight chokehold her pussy has my cock in. Until she starts to lift her hips, sliding my cock out and back in at an agonizingly slow pace, rocking forward to drag her clit over the root of me.
It’s too good, too perfect, I can’t, I’m gonna…
“Ryder. It’s okay. You don’t have to hold back with me. I want you to come, okay? Come for me, baby.”
The orgasm that tears through me is painful, vicious, a tornado whipping through my middle and leaving nothing but shattered parts in its wake. My whole body convulses, my stomach twisting and my heart galloping behind my ribs. Mabel’s praise, the gentle, sexy words slipping from her pretty pink lips and the continuous rock of her perfect hips as she uses me to work herself into her own orgasm on top of me are the only things keeping me anchored to Earth. My balls are weeping, my cock oversensitive and throbbing. When I think I can’t take anymore, Mabel throws her head back and comes with a silent gasp, her nails digging half-moon arches on my stomach.
Ilove you. I love you. I love you.
Thosethree words echo in my skull as Mabel falls on top of me and my softening cock slides out of her pussy. I hear her mutter a few beautiful words of her own.
“First and only, Ryder. First and only.”
24
FIRST ORGASMS. THEN GELATO
MABEL
“Remind me to write a letter of thanks to the good people of Italy for their fabulous accommodations," Ryder says, emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. “Private bathrooms, incredible. I can’t tell you how nice it is not to be bombarded by balls while I’m trying to relax.”
“I wouldn’t know. Your balls have been bombarding me for days,” I deadpan, then squeal when Ryder leans over the bed and shakes his wet hair all over me like a dog. After another round of incredible sex, this time with Ryder on top of me, holding my thighs wide while he thrust into me over and over and over again, we tried to take a shower together in the admittedly beautiful privatebathroom attached to our room. Our attempts to get clean ended with us getting very, very dirty again after Ryder got on his knees and treated me to a date with his stupidly talented tongue. After I came two more times, I had to get out before I passed out from the steam and lack of blood left in my brain.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“What were you planning on doing when we’re divorced and you’re on to the next person? Were you going to lie about being a virgin? Or maybe that could be the reason for our breakup? Mabel Quinn, the frigid bitch who wouldn’t fuck her husband. That would make a good headline.” I feign a laugh, but there’s no humor behind it. In fact, I wish I hadn’t asked at all. I don’t want to think of a time after Ryder.
