Inviting warmth. Lovely softness. A sweet scent.
The intoxicating femininity that is my wife slowly seeps into me. Still drowsy with lingering sleep, I wrap my arms around her protectively. My cock is already hard, and her nearness makes it swell further. My hand instinctively closes around a mound that’s grown plumper in pregnancy.
I lay kisses along the back of her neck, the need to make her feel good guiding me. Dr. Silverman cleared Grace for sex yesterday. What kind of husband would I be if I failed to pamper my wife in bed?
The negligent kind.“You awake?” I whisper.
“Uh-uh.” Her reply is somewhere between a mewl and whine.
A teasing smile on her lips, she turns and nestles closer. Her head rests in the crook between my neck and shoulder, a soft purr coming from her throat.
Is that how it is?
Grinning, I knead her breast, dragging the pad of my thumb back and forth across the hardened nipple. Her breathing grows choppy. She arches into my touch like a kitten basking in tender strokes. Love and the need to satisfy her unfurl. She still has her eyes closed, although her eyelids flutter.
“You keep on sleeping and enjoy,” I say, then pull the other nipple into my mouth and suck gently. I don’t mind indulgingher when she’s caught somewhere between sleep and desire. It’ll be fun to coax her awake, have her join me in lust.
Her breath catches. She digs her fingers into my hair, holding me against her bosom. She’s so sensitive. I slip a hand between her soft thighs. Her slickness drenches me, making my blood boil.
Her eyes remain closed, as though she hasn’t been fully pulled out of sleep. I move my finger along her soaking folds, teasing the opening of her pussy and swollen clit.
Finally her mouth falls open, expelling a pent-up breath. Her tits tremble, her areolas rosy. She rocks her hips, chasing an orgasm. She’s so beautiful when she’s honest in pleasure. I continue to stroke her, but without increasing the pressure like she wants me to.
I want to hear her say my name. I want her to open her eyes, look at me and beg.
After a few more moments, it happens. “Huxley,” she says with a shaky sigh. She lifts her eyelids. Her passion-glazed gaze meeting mine sends an electric spark down my spine until my cockhead bumps against my taut belly. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Please.”
The plea is barely audible, but hearing it snaps my control.
Enough screwing around.I spread her thighs. She inhales sharply, tilts her pelvis. “Yes, yes.” The soft chant is like a siren’s call to my already libido-addled mind.
She reaches for my cock, but I move away. Confusion clouds her gorgeous eyes briefly. Flashing her a wicked grin, I run the flat of my tongue along her wetness.
A cry tears from her throat. She tunnels her fingers into my hair. My mouth closes over her, and I devour her, licking and sucking, using my tongue to torment her. She bucks her hips, shamelessly urging me. Her naked need drives me wild.
She whimpers my name, her voice full of love, trust and need. Her muscles tighten and quiver, the movements of her pelvis jerkier and faster as I plunge two fingers deep inside her and suck on her clit.
She screams my name, her fingers tightening in my hair. I lap her up, easing her down from her peak.
Instead of sighing and sinking into the soft mattress, she sits up and flips me over. With a wicked and determined look in her eye, she straddles me in a reverse cowgirl, giving me a view of her gorgeous ass, then makes her way down.
“Look at this guy,” she purrs, then wraps her hand around my shaft.
Jesus. Her touch is like a lightning strike, making my vision go white. It’s been a while, and I’ve never been more turned on.
I feel her warm breath over the cockhead. Precum flows freely from the tip. All the lava-hot blood in my body seems to pool in my dick.
“Grace…” I whisper. I didn’t wake her up to make me feel good, but I still say her name like a plea.
Soft laughter bubbles from her, full of satisfaction and need. Her hot tongue swipes the tip, and my pelvis jerks.
She pulls the head, piercing and all into her mouth. Another sexy laugh—and the vibration sends hot quivers all over my body. As she slowly moves her mouth along my shaft, I knead her gorgeous ass, then pull her close to me so I can lap her up again.
She moans around my cock, and sharp pleasure races through me. Desperately clinging to control, I shallowly fuck her mouth. I can’t stop my hips from moving—I’m but a man wild for his wife. Her juices drip down her thighs. Feeling her grow wetter with my cock in her mouth makes me nearly lose control. I eat her up, not wanting to miss a drop of her sweetness. She grinds against my mouth, digging her fingers into my thighs. Itry to pace us, but it’s impossible with pleasure pounding into me in endless waves.
She convulses first, arching her back as she climaxes. My cock muffles her scream, and I can’t hold on anymore. I come, emptying myself, and breathing like the space between her legs contains the last air on Earth. I can’t remember the last time I came this hard.
Grace is like pliant goo on top of me. Her warm hair pools over my legs. I start to gather her close, wanting to hold her and enjoy the moment.
