“What if I get pregnant again and end up as big as a hippo?” She runs her hands up my chest, over my shoulders, around my neck, and tangles her fists full of my loose hair that is a little too long and need of a trim. “Will you still want to carry me around then?”
“Duchess,” I growl, “You could be as big as a whale and I would still carry you everywhere you wanna go.”
“Connor Aaron Hill!” Duchess laughs and pulls her arms down fast. Then just as quick, she pushes against my chest and forces me to remove my lips from her body. Rude. “You are so full of shit, I’m surprised your eyes aren’t turning brown.”
“What?” I try to get back to where I was, but she keeps pushing until I have no choice but to roll over onto my back. I grab hold of her hips on the way and bring her along with. Once her body is laid out on top of mine, I push up and maneuver both of us so I’m sitting up and she is in my lap, kneeling over my waist. “You’ve seen my muscles,” I flex one bicep, “so you know I’ve got the guns.”
“If you say so.” This time when she pushes me back, it’s into one of my favorite positions—me flat on my back with her over top of me, her hair hanging down around us, and her tits unbound and ready for me to play.
“I think it’s time to get you naked so I can get to the good stuff.”
“Well then, what are you waiting for? A written invitation?”
I don’t need a stinkin’ piece of paper to tell me I can fuck my wife. In the two-and-a-half years we have been together, she has never had to ask me twice, so why should she start now? It’s time to get to work.
Flipping our positions again, feeling like a damn pancake, I grab hold of the bottom of her shirt and lift it over her head. Wavy, fiery red strands land in every direction as she lies back down and shuffles her hips to push her pajama pants down. As she wrestles with the flannel, I kick my own shorts off then toss all of the unnecessary material somewhere into the almost darkness. A small lamp on the nightstand is on, so I am still able to see every detail of my stunning Old Lady.
“Hands up,” I order as I use my knees to move Duchess’s legs apart and kneel between her spread thighs. She listens like the good girl she is and grips the bottom edge of the headboard above her head. I continue my journey down until I am lying flat on the mattress, from stomach to my feet, with my head hovering above my wife’s pelvis. With my left elbow propping me up, I use the fingers on my right hand to get to work.
I waste no time and bury my middle two fingers in her pussy. “Are you this wet for me, Duchess?”
“Mmhmm,” she purrs as her whole body stretches out. Her back bows, pushing her tits up high like they are a sacrifice to the sex gods.
“Is this what you needed?” My hand hasn’t stopped moving, pushing in to her tightness with every snap of my wrist. “Tell me.”
“Oh, yes, I—” Her words die off as her entire body convulses in a spontaneous orgasm.
Fuck . . . I love it when this happens. I don’t even have to do anything special, her body is just so in tune with what I am doing to her that it craves a release when neither of us are expecting it. The tightness and pulsing doesn’t stop me though. In fact, it makes me want more. I curl my fingers upward, like I’m beckoning for more from her, and press upward until I find the soft spongey spot on the front wall of her vagina. It is an erogenous spot for her, and just like every other time I zero inon it, her pleasure skyrockets and she flies off the edge very soon after.
“Oh my God!” Duchess screams to the heavens.
As desperate as I am to be inside her, it’s a very self-gratifying moment for me to get my woman off so quickly twice in a row. My cock twitches, knowing that it was me who brought her to this point. I want to hold onto this feeling for just a little longer, so I take my time pulling my fingers free and licking every drop of her from them. Plus, she is so beautiful in her blissful state, all I want to do is to bring her to the brink and push her over the edge again and again.
“Holy fuck, Whiskey.” Duchess pants as she tries to catch her breath, but I won’t let her recover too much. I have more work to do.
Levering myself up her body, I bracket her head with my hands and lean in to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue before taking control again. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yessss,” she hisses as I rub my dick between her folds.
I reach back with my right arm to hitch her left leg around my hip. This opens her hips just a little bit wider, so when I rock my hips forward, my cock slides straight down into her. Duchess’s breath catches for a second then releases as I sink as far as I can.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I pull back just to push in again.
“Please, Whiskey,” she begs, whispering between her short breaths. “More. I need more.”
Whatever she wants, it’s hers. I will give her anything and everything she asks for. No matter day or night, if we are miles or states apart, I will do whatever it takes to come home to her as quickly and safely as possible, just to give her whatever she needs.
Her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my cock as she pushes her pelvis up against mine when I slam it down into hers. She’s donewaiting for me to kick into the higher gear. I love it when she begs, then takes what she wants even more.
“Duchess. Fuck.” As I start pushing faster, I let go of her leg then instead thread my hand through her wild hair and lift her head just a bit to get her attention. “You feel so good wrapped around me. I will never let you go. You are mine forever.”
“I would never let you let me go, Whiskey.”
“Fuckin’ right.”
Needing her even closer, I have to move. I grip her hair tighter, then use my left hand to push my body up. My weight falls back on my knees, resting my ass on my heels, and I pull Duchess into my lap.
“Shit,” she cries out as all of her weight drops her even deeper and her pussy makes my cock disappear.
