“Like how you like to dirty talk in bed.”
“I do not.”Do I?
“Uh…yeah, you do, sweet husband. And it’s hot as hell.”
“I just say what I’m thinking.”
She rolls her hips, and I let out a hiss when her body rubs against mine. “And what are you thinking?”
“Right now?” I ask.
She nods.
“Right now, I’m thinking that I’ve already had you in this position today. And although it was really fucking good, what I’d really want to do is rip these leggings off and fuck your tight little cunt hard and fast against that wall over there.” I pause, sliding my hands underneath her ass. “Was that dirty enough for you?”
She bobs her head up and down with enthusiasm.
“Good.”
I rise from the couch, with her wrapped around my torso. I walk us over to the living room wall and press her back against it. She unhooks her legs from my waist and puts her feet on the floor, watching me. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of those skin-tight leggings, I slide them off her hips until they’re a heap on the floor.
I know it’s only been a few hours, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sight of my wife naked. I’ve been dreaming of what she might look like under all those clothes for years, but my fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing.
She’s still got tan lines from the summer, reminding me of her birthday and the night of our wedding. Her silky blonde hair is so long that it nearly reaches her small waist. I reach out and brush it over her shoulder, exposing those rosy nipples I’m obsessed with.
I reach for my belt buckle.
She licks her fucking lips as she watches me undress. As soon as my pants hit the floor, she pounces. She grabs my shoulders, and suddenly I’m the one against the wall.
“Change of plans,” she announces.
“What?”
“It’s just that we’ve fucked three times today, and all day, I’ve been dying to do this one thing.”
She drops to her knees.
“Oh shit.”
She looks up at me, and I about lose my fucking mind.
“When you went down on me, you asked me what I liked.”
“And you told me all you wanted were my hands on you.”
Mischief twinkles in her eyes. “Is that what you want, Hollis? Just my hands on you? Or do you want my mouth too?”
“The only reason I ever want you on your knees is when you’re using that pretty mouth to suck my dick.” I give her a wolfish grin. “But feel free to use your hands. I like those too.”
She mutters something about holy trifecta, but all thoughts are lost the second she rises up and runs her tongue along the sensitive tip of my cock, lapping up the beads of pre-cum leaking out.
I let out a low groan, my head lulling back against the wall with a loud thunk. But I jerk back when I feel her wet mouth close over my shaft and suck.
“Jesus,” I drawl, watching as she works to take all of me. It’s a struggle, but she manages. She runs the tip of her tongue along the thick vein underneath as her hand reaches up to cup my balls. “Pres,” I moan, running my hands through her silky hair.
She pulls back. “Fuck my face.”
Now who’s the dirty talker?
