“Rosie what are you doing to me?” I groan.
I pull out slowly, glancing down at my cock, flushed and straining beneath the condom, and squeeze the tip of it, fighting for control. The last thing I want is to lose it before I’ve given her everything.
I notch the head back at her entrance and push inward again, one smooth, deep thrust that jerks her body upward.
“You’re so big,” she gasps. She clenches around me again, and I groan her name, a reverent mantra spilling from my lips.
“Rosie, Rosie, Rosie…” My hips start moving faster, the rhythm picking up as I try to drag this out, to savor the feeling of her. But it’s impossible. She’s addictive. I'll never get my fill. And somewhere deep inside my mind I know that she’s the last woman I’ll ever sleep with.
“My wife,” I murmur, my voice ragged. “Who knew my wife had a pussy this good?”
She moans in response, her back arching off the bed, angling herself so that I can go deeper. Her heels dig into me harder, holding me in place like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.
She doesn’t know I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
I drive into her, every thrust erasing the distance that we’ve kept between us, obliterating the promises that we made to keep our hands to ourselves and behave.
Those promises are nothing but ash now because there’s no going back after this. Not after tasting her, feeling the tight, slick heat of her wrapped around me.
“You’ve ruined me, Rosie,” I confess, my voice raw with truth. “I won’t ever want anyone else.”
Her eyes are still locked on mine, her lips parted, her fingers threading through my hair. She tugs, sharp and demanding bringing my lips back to hers as we kiss. There’s something in her kiss that tells me without doubt that we’ve both been wanting this for a long time but were too afraid that the other wouldn’t reciprocate.
I pull back a little and she tugs on my hair harder bringing me back to her mouth. I suck on her tongue, draw her bottom lip into my teeth and bite down gently eliciting another moan. She pulls on my hair again.
“I love how long your hair is,” she murmurs when our mouth’s part for a beat. “Most of the guys keep theirs cut really short.”
Women in the past have complained about my hair, about the way I’ve let it grow out, but Rosie has never said that. In fact, now she’s telling me that she loves it. And Ilovethat.
“I’ll never cut it again,” I growl back.
Because for the first time, I feel utterly accepted down to the smallest piece of me that shouldn’t matter all that much.
“I’ve never been fucked like this before,” she breathes, her voice raw and trembling as I lift her knees into the crook of my arms, twisting her hips just enough to hit her from a new angle.
The second I do, her head falls back, and her eyes slam shut. A moan rips from her lips, wrecked and pleading.
“That’s because you’ve never been fucked by your husband before.”
“Boone,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise roughly. I drive into her repeatedly, my body burning with the effort to hold back. I want to fuck her all day, lose myself completely in her, but the tight squeeze of her pussy and the way she’s moaning has me teetering on the edge of coming.
I’m holding on by a thread, and it’s fraying fast.
“Boone,” she gasps, her voice frantic, her nails clawing at my back like she’s trying to anchor herself to me. “I’m… I’m coming.”
Her confession hits like a shot of adrenaline, her tone almost scared, like the intensity of it might swallow her whole. My fingers find her clit, rubbing tight, firm circles, desperate to push her over the edge before I lose myself.
“Just like that,” I rasp, watching her unravel.
And then she does.
Her body clenches, her pussy gripping me so sweetly it’s like she’s dragging my orgasm out of me, stealing every ounce of control I thought I had. I feel it hit me like a wave, my release barreling up my spine and out of me in a powerful explosion.
I bury myself deep, riding the aftershocks until there’s nothing left inside me. When I finally feel myself start to soften the first thing I do is check the condom. A small part of me wonders if it even survived the intensity of what just happened.
It looks like it did, thankfully it’s the only thing that’s unaffected by her magnetism in this room.
