"Atlas," she moans, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead and biting her lip.
"You gonna come, baby?" I barely take my mouth off herpussy to ask.
She nods.
"Show me," I growl, the vibration making her hips jump. "Show me how pretty you come."
The orgasm hits her hard, her back arching as she cries out my name. I feel her pussy pulsing against my mouth, my tongue, and she's dripping down my face and beard.
I'm in fucking heaven.
I ease her through the orgasm, licking her gently as the motion of her hips slows. I'm lapping at her pussy, drinking up every bit until I feel her breathing start to quicken and her moans get louder.
"One more," I order her, and she laughs breathlessly.
"Atlas, I want to fuck you..." she whines, but doesn't stop fucking my face. My hands wrap around her thighs, and I turn to bite at the creamy skin.
"Give me one more, baby," I firmly lick her from entrance to clit. "One more."
The second one comes fast. I don't even have to use my fingers. She's always preferred just my mouth anyway.
Wendy comes loudly against my face, and I watch her face twisted in pleasure, as she cries out my name. Again, I gently ease her through it, and she practically collapses boneless against the pillows with a sigh.
I smile and lean back, licking my lips and rubbing my hand through my wet beard.
Her scent is all around me, only contributing to the pain in my boxers. I pull them down, and my cock springs out, catching Wendy's attention.
She hums in approval and crooks her finger to me.
Crawling like a man crawling to a God, I kiss my way up her body, lingering on her tits once more before I make my way to her mouth.
Wendy loves tasting herself on my lips, and our tongues swirl together as I line myself up at her entrance. She's dripping wet, and the top of my dick slides in without anyresistance.
We both moan at the feeling, and our eyes meet. The mood softens slightly as I gaze down at my wife, flushed, hair a mess from my hands and from tossing her head back on the pillows, lips swollen and red.
Fucking perfect.
How could I have ever let my fear take me from this?
I know that's not the question to ask. I understand my mental illness now. I understand how it was triggered. I understand why I pulled away, but as I look down at the love of my life, smiling up at me and looking so beautiful, I still want to questionhow.
But those questions only lead to the past, and I'm not focused on the past anymore; I'm looking toward the future.
"I love you, Atlas," she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest to cradle my face.
It's all too much and not enough, her touch, her warm body pressed against mine, her beautiful face smiling up at me. I lean down and kiss her long and deep.
"I love you, baby."
I roll my hips and slide home.
Both of us moan simultaneously at the sensation, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not come instantly. It's been months without her body, months without sex, only jerking off to thoughts of her.
"I missed you," I groan into her shoulder, rocking my hips once more.
"Fuck me like you missed me then," Wendy purrs in my ear.
"Yes, baby," I groan back obediently and rock my hips again, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock.
