Frankie rolls her head against the bed, but her gaze doesn’t leave my face. “I don’t know.”
“How do you feel?” I brace myself on the bed with one hand and rub the other over her belly, where I slowly start moving inside her again. “Are you too sore?”
She licks her lips. “No, not sore. Everything is sensitive, but I like it when you’re deep. When you fill me up, the ache goes away.”
Fuck.
“You ache inside?” I press more firmly, stroking her belly as I bury my cock in her, my balls slapping against her wetness. “Here?”
Her hips rock as she works her cunt around my cock, where I’ve stuffed her all the way full. And she stares up at me, our eyes locked.
There, yes.
I shift my body a little, changing the angle. Watching her face, listening to her reactions, feeling her body move against mine.
There, there, there.
My cock fattens up, my need for a release building. Balls heavy, I work in and out, using her tightness to chase my own pleasure as I serve hers, too. Completely in synch now.
There, fuck yeah.
A flush starts to crawl down from her neck, decorating the tops of her tits.
I hunch up, my knees driving down into the bed, and my hand on her belly pushes up to cup a breast, so fucking soft and perfect in my hand.
I bow my head and pull her nipple into my mouth. Sucking. Loving.
She goes taut beneath me, her hips lifting, her cunt squeezing tight in a spasm that drags me right to the brink—and then she explodes, gasping as an orgasm rips through her, rippling through her pussy, all around me, and I lose it.
“God damn it, Frankie, take me. Take all of me.” I thunder on top of her, growling against her tits, snapping my hips to follow her over the cliff.
She wraps her arms around me, my wife pulling me down on top of her, and that’s all it takes, my release explodes out of me like fireworks. Pumping as deep as I can to fill the ache thatdistance created, that two orgasms didn’t soothe and maybe this third one will only temporarily sate it.
“I didn’t know,” I rasp as I kiss her temple, lifting myself up just enough to not crush her.
“What?” She searches for my mouth, her eyes hooded and glassy.
“That it could be like this.” Our mouths come together softly. And this, too, is different than anything I’ve ever experienced.
When I finally climb off her, she curls into my side, naked, sated, happy. I wrap my arm around her, loving the sweat-slicked cooling of our bodies together. “I’m serious, Frankie. I’ve never felt this close to another person in my entire life.”
“Same.” She walks her fingers down my abs to play in my pubic hair, making my dick twitch even though he’s fully worn out right now. “I’m really looking forward to this time together.”
“If you need to do school work?—”
“I don’t.” She rolls her head up to look at me, and flattens her palm against my belly. “I— You know, I think about school all the time. From the second I wake up to the final moment before I fall asleep, there’s a constant list churning in my mind. And most of the time, I like that. But when I’m with you, I want to create space to turn down that volume.”
“Tell me about the list.”
She laughs. “It’s boring. This month it’s a checklist of radiology cases and suture practice. Making sure I get enough hours in the reading room in the morning and the lab in the afternoon.”
“Reading room?”
“That’s where we look at the radiology imaging.”
I stroke my fingers through her hair and ask her more questions about this rotation, and what comes next. At first she’s happy to answer them, but after a few questions, she tightens up.
“Hey, I’m genuinely curious.” I work my thumb along the knotted up muscles between her shoulder blades. “Relax.”
