“Whatever you want, wife.”
I push forward until the tip of my dick slips inside her.
“Move.”
“Are you always so bossy?”
“I’ve waited five years for this, so yes.”
“Good answer, wife.” I reward her by feeding her pussy more of my cock.
I hold for a beat, until she lifts her hips, slipping another inch inside her, but when I can’t take it anymore, I drive in, thrusting my whole length inside her greedy cunt.
I start to move my hips faster, harder, deeper.
“So good.” Her walls tighten around my dick, and the feeling is sublime.
I drive into her again.
“Oh god,” she moans, so I pick up my pace.
My movements are now punishing as I reach forward and start to furiously rub her clit.
She feels like heaven. This is heaven.
Pure fucking bliss.
Picking up my pace, I feel my balls tightening. I’m close, but I can’t come without her.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she quivers around my cock.
“I’m coming,” she pants as her pussy tightens.
“That’s right, Little Bird, come all over my cock.” And she does. Her pussy tightens to the point of exquisite pain.
“Fuck,” I groan as my balls tighten, and I follow her over the edge.
After a minute, my breath finally regulates, and I drop down on top of her.
“Lorenzo.” Her voice sounds winded. I move up, and she follows me, placing her head on my chest, her fingers slowly moving on my chest. “You really don’t hate me,” she says softly.
I close my eyes.
“As I said before, Little Bird, I never hated you,” I admit. “I hated that the only place I ever felt human was with you.”
She goes still. “Is that really so bad?”
“No. You ruined my life beautifully. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Her eyes shine.
“And I’d let you do it again,” I add quietly. “Every time. Just to have you look at me like this.”
“What happens now?” she asks.
I brush my thumb beneath her eye before the moisture can fall.
“Now,” I say softly, “I stop pretending you’re not the only thing that ever mattered. And we do this . . .”
