Jules groans, her head falling back against the wall, her mouth hanging open. “Lincoln…” she groans again.
My fingertips inch across her supple mouth before dipping inside. Her lips close and she sucks, which together with the dry-humping, is enough to send shockwaves down my spine.
“Jules…” I groan, grinding harder against her and putting pressure on her clit.
I know I can’t do this for much longer. If I do, I’ll explode.
“Let me go get a condom,” I say, using all of my self-control to release her body.
But her arms wind around my waist and she pulls me back in. “We don’t need a condom tonight…” she whispers.
I swallow, her offer sounding too good. I don’t think I’m strong enough to refuse. I start to explain myself. “I haven’t gone bare with anyone since—”
She silences me with a kiss before I can complete my sentence. “I believe you. And I’m clean. I’ve always used a condom in the past, and I’m on the pill.”
I swipe at the black hair matted to her perfect face. “You sure about this?” I question her, all while my hips continue to arch and buck against her. All while praying she won’t change her mind.
She takes my cock, angling the tip at her hole. Her other hand reaches up to cup the back of my head. “I’m sure. God, yes. I’m so sure, Lincoln.”
That’s all I need.
I position my crown just right. My hips rear back then thrust forward, and the walls of my wife’s pussy slip around me like the softest glove. The most perfect fit. Pure silk. Tight heat. Subtle tremors.
My knees threaten to slip from beneath me.
But Jules is rocking her hips and her nails are digging into my shoulder blades. “More, Lincoln. I want more. Please.”
Please.And suddenly, there’s nothing I want more than to get her off.
The steam of the shower rises up around us. I pump into my wife, every thrust threatening to pound her right through thatwet, tiled wall. Jules’s moans tumble from her mouth, long and loud and unrestrained. The most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
“Yes. Harder. Rougher. Yes,” she demands.
I grab her jaw, covering her mouth with mine and exploring her with my tongue. My orgasm is steadily growing with an intensity that’s going to knock this whole building to the ground. I hold off until I can’t hold off anymore.
Nibbling at the shell of her ear, I ask a dangerous question. “Can I fill my wife?”
She clings to me tighter and her back bows off the wall. “Please. Lincoln, please.”
I go weak when she begs like that. This stubborn woman who submits to nothing and no-one. Here she is, begging me.
“Please, what?” I manage to choke out.
“Please fill me up,” her voice scratches out.
I feel woozy. Unsteady.
I lower my head, taking a moment to kiss the tops of her breasts. Then my hips rear back. And then I thrust forward.
And then I burst.
“Oh my god! LINCOLN!!!” Jules shouts my name so loud, and her body goes rigid against me, every limb tightening at once.
Her pussy squeezes me harder than a vise. So hard I forget I’m supposed to breathe.
I’m still coming. Still exploding. Still filling her up.
And she’s still begging for more of me.
