She shatters with a cry, her whole body going taut before the trembling starts. I work her through it, gentler now, until she collapses forward onto the bed.
"Fucking beautiful," I murmur, pressing kisses on her spine as I grab a pillow to wedge under her hips so she doesn’t have to hold herself up for the next one. "But we're just getting started."
I ghost my breath between her ass cheeks, enjoying the way she squirms and whimpers as I look at her tight little asshole. Pink and forbidden, and fucking irresistible. I spit gently on it, watching carefully as her pussy clenches around nothing as her other hole gets my attention for a minute.
“I brought your rose,” I whisper as I rub her back entrance with my thumb.
I also brought her wedding ring, but I don’t think we’re at the point where she’s going to want to wear that, not after the scare I had last week.
What we have is still very private, and that’s just fine by me.
“But I think I want to get you a toy for back here, too…” I gently sink my teeth into the curve of her ass and growl with a wave of overwhelming desire. “Would you let me plug you, Frankie?”
“Anything. Yes. Please.”
I tilt her hips up more so I can lean in and drag my tongue through her cunt, groaning at the taste I've been dreaming about for weeks.
She gasps and buries her face in the pillow, her next sounds muffled.
That won’t fucking do.
I pull back just enough for my breath to puff against her swollen cunt. “No, baby. I told you want to hear you."
“Feels so good,” she breathes. “I love that so much.”
I dive back in, licking and sucking, working her clit with my tongue while my fingers tease her entrance. Her inner walls clench around my fingertips.
"That's it," I murmur against her skin. "Take what you need from me."
She shoves her hips up and back, grinding against my face and impaling herself on my hand as she comes apart, waves of pleasure crash through her, and I swear I feel them roll right over me, too.
I’ve yearned for this closeness for a month. Maybe a lot longer than that, on some bone-deep level.
I don't let up, licking her through it until she's boneless and panting.
Only then do I flip her over, making quick work of my jeans before I kiss her, sharing her pleasure off my lips.
"Need you now,” I rasp, reaching for one of the condoms.
I line myself up and push all the way inside her in a slow, deep thrust. Hot, wet perfection. I go still.
For a moment, I just hold there, forehead pressed to hers.
I missed her so fucking much. And now I’m fucking choked by competing emotions.
“I—” But I can’t finish that thought.
“Show me,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist. She holds my gaze and nods. “Show me.”
I start to move. With every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word, I show her exactly how much I've missed her, how much I need her, how completely she owns me. Her wet heat takes everything I have. My whole world narrows to being inside her, to this feeling of returning to my wife.
She’s so fucking tight around me. I’m on the edge of losing control. There’s a powerful part of me that wants to rut into her because it feels so good, but I want that third climax from her.
Her knees squeeze against my hips, then fall wide, which opens her up more for me to sink deeper.
Fuck.Fuck.
“You. Feel. Incredible.” I punctuate each word with a thrust, then hold myself still again, panting against her mouth. “Can you give me another orgasm?”
