What I’ve been wanting is something different from the usual, and Maisey is most definitelydifferent. In all the right ways. And there’s still so much I need to learn about my little filly.
She’s still fast asleep on her stomach, her wild hair spilling all over the pillow, when I return to our room. She’s bare, with only the sheet draped over her peach of an ass.
My cock is hard in an instant.
I hesitate.
I shouldn’t wake her. She looks so peaceful sleeping. And she’s got to be exhausted after the night we had.
Still.
The threat of the annulment looms.
Fuck it.
I slide into the bed next to her; the mattress dips and she shifts, letting out a soft little sound that hits something inside me.
I don’t rush, needing this to last. I curl around her, one arm settling over her waist, my body pressed close enough that there’s no mistaking how I would like to wake her up.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, still half asleep but pushing back into my throbbing cock like this is already familiar. Like she expects me there.
Damn.I can’t let my thoughts go there.
I lean in, pressing my lips to the curve of her shoulder, tasting the sweet saltiness of her sweat-dried skin. My kisses are light and slow, just enough to wake her.
“Morning, wife.”
She murmurs and wiggles that sweet ass back into me, pulling a groan from my lips.
My hand slides over the soft curve of her waist, snaking around to cup her breast. Full and perfect, it fits my hand like she was made just for me. Her nipple pebbles under my thumb. Damn if she doesn’t push her ass even harder into my crotch. Even half asleep, my girl is needy.
A need I’m more than happy to satisfy.
I let my hand trail down over her hip, to her ass, before moving between her legs, where she’s already soaked for me.
Fuck, yes.
“Were you dreaming about me, sweetheart?” I growl low in her ear, nipping the lobe as I nudge her thighs apart with my knee. “So ready for me already.”
“Mmm hmm.”
My fingers dip between her legs to stroke her slick folds and circle her swollen, sensitive clit. She gasps, wide awake now, bucking into my hand.
“Travis…” It’s a whine, needy and pleading.
“I got you.”
I push myself up, notching my thick, dripping head against her, and with one solid thrust, drive myself into her heat, groaning as I bottom out, my balls pressing tight against her ass.
“Oh.” The word is a gasp as I fill her completely, her body gripping me like a vise.
“Fuck, you feel good in the morning.”
I move lazily and unhurriedly, spooned with my wife, my hips rolling in deep, languid strokes that drag out every inch. Her breath hitches with every thrust. My hand is splayed over her belly, teasing her clit in slow circles, making her moan.
It doesn’t take long for her body to tighten, her orgasm—now so easy to pull from her that I can’t help but wonder how she could have gone so long without—imminent.
I tighten my hold as she shudders and clenches around me with a soft cry that pulls me over the edge along with her.
