"That's it," he murmurs against me. "Let me feel you come on my tongue, baby."
His fingers curl harder inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and his mouth seals around my clit with focused suction. The pleasure intensifies, sharpening to a point so acute I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but climb toward the peak he's driving me toward.
And then I'm there, spiraling over the edge.
The orgasm rips through me, sudden and consuming. My pussy clenches around his fingers, pulsing, pulling him deeper. Heat floods through my thighs, radiates up my spine. My mouth opens on a soundless cry as the pleasure peaks, holds, crashes in waves that leave me gasping.
He doesn't stop. Instead, he keeps licking, keeps stroking, working me through every aftershock until I'm oversensitive and trembling, until the pleasure tips toward too much and I'm whimpering his name.
Only then does he pull back and stand.
I’m still panting as I hear the metallic whisper of his zipper behind me. The rustle of his slacks falling off his hips. And then the blunt pressure of his cock at my entrance, hot and hard and exactly what I need.
His chest presses against my back, warm through his shirt. His cock nudges against me, and I push toward him instinctively, desperate to have him inside me now.
"So eager." His mouth brushes my ear, his stubble rough against my neck. "You want my cock that badly?"
"Yes. Nick, please—"
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You." The word comes out broken, desperate. "Only you. Always—"
He thrusts in with one long, deep stroke.
The stretch of him. The fullness. My body opens around him, welcomes him, needs him exactly where he is. A moan tears from my throat as he seats himself completely, his hips flush against my ass.
"Fuck." His groan is low, guttural. "So tight. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
He pulls back and thrusts deep again, setting a rhythm that steals every thought from my head. Hard. Relentless. Each stroke hitting places inside me that make my vision blur.
"This pussy is mine," he growls against my ear. "Right now and forever. All mine."
"Yours—"
His hand slides around my hip, finds my clit, circles it in time with his thrusts. The double sensation is too much. His thick cock stretching me, his fingers working me, his voice hot and filthy against my throat.
"My sexy wife." Another deep thrust. "The hot as fuck mother of my child." Another. "I'm going to make you come so hard. I want to hear you scream my name."
I'm climbing again. Already. The pleasure building faster this time, layered on top of the aftershocks still rippling through me. His cock hits deep inside me on every stroke, his fingers relentless on my clit.
"That's it." His breath is ragged now, his rhythm growing urgent. "I can feel you getting close. Feel your pussy squeezing my cock so good."
"Oh, God… Nick, don’t stop."
"I’m not stopping. Say my name when you come."
My orgasm slams into me.
"Nick—"
It starts deep, where his cock is buried inside me, and radiates outward. Sharper than the first. More intense. My body clamps around him hard, rhythmic pulses that I can't control. The pleasure rolls and builds again, climbing higher with each thrust until I'm nothing but sensation. My arms give out and I collapse forward onto the marble, my cheek pressed against the hard surface as release tears through me in relentless waves.
He groans, loud and broken, and slams deep one final time. I feel him coming inside me, his cock pulsing, throbbing, flooding me with heat. His hips jerk against my ass as he empties himself, his fingers digging into the muscle of my hip, his entire body shuddering.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
His chest heaves against my back. His cock is still inside me, still hard, throbbing in time with his heavy heartbeat. My arms are trembling, my legs barely holding me up. The only sound is our ragged breathing.
