She shoves me onto my back, laughing as I tumble, my pants around my knees now.
Both of us are breathing hard as she grabs some protection, then shoves the rest of our clothes out of the way.
She climbs on top of me naked, my golden beauty. She’s trembling, nerves warring with her bold desire, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it,” I say encouragingly, palming her thighs, spreading her legs on either side of me. “Take what you want, baby.”
She strokes my shaft, her thumb circling the wet tip, spreading out my precum as she rocks her hips. My gaze locks onto the glimpses I get of her wet little slit behind her busy hand.
“Look at your pretty pussy, wanting to get on top of me already. But I need a taste, baby. Can you climb up here?” I shove her pillows out of the way so I’m flat on my back and there’s room for her thighs on either side of my head. “Sit on my face, wife.”
She stares at me.
I grab her hips. “Do you need help?”
“Logan!” She gasps as I lift her bodily over my aching erection, ignoring the pulsing desire to set her down right on top of my cock and use that slick precum to wedge myself inside her tight little body.
But first I need to taste her.
She grabs the headboard and whimpers as I arrange her legs around my face.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper to her pussy directly, breathing in her tangy scent, the bright sweetness of her sex that I want to carry with me for the next few months.
In a way, I’m selfish and I want to feel her fall apart for me before I’m too desperate to appreciate it. But on another level, I want her to know that her husband will always put her pleasure first.
I want her to missthis. I want her feel the absence of my tongue between her legs, and ache for me to return in the spring.
Rubbing my nose against her pussy, I lick between her soft folds, exploring her cunt again, fully sober and present this time. Grateful for the second chance between her thighs, the second chance to learn what makes her gasp and sigh. When I lap against her clit, the bundle of nerves throbs against my tongue in a way that I remember.
“That’s perfect, baby,” I praise her as she starts to shake, relishing the sounds she makes. “You’re doing so good for me. Let me hear you.”
I know we’re alone, but I wouldn’t fucking care if we weren’t.
And the more I talk, the more she lets go, working her body against my mouth. So I alternate sucking her clit and giving her dirty words that make her squirm. “You taste ready for me, don’t you?”
Lick.
Suck.
“Eager to get fucked?”
She moans at that. I lick down to her slippery entrance, where I like to imagine she feels fucking empty right now, aching for my cock.
I spear my tongue into her cunt, then drag up to her clit again and suck harder again. Take her right to the edge before nuzzling my face into her inner thigh and teasing her again. “But you’re being such a good girl, letting me take care of you first.”
She whimpers at that, her hips shifting restlessly, grinding down on my face as I latch on to her clit again—suck—and fuck, I’m going to file that reaction away for later.
But then she’s close, her clit rampant and demanding, and I can’t talk again because my mouth is full and I’m a happy, happy man. When she cries out, I groan against her, the taste of her flooding my senses, and I lick her through her release, lappingup as much as I can before she throws herself off me, tumbling to the bed and reaching for my cock.
I can’t stop her as she sheaths my dick and climbs on top, still shaking. Her eyes are so bright, so intense as she finally slides down, bringing me inside her.
We both go still as she stretches around me, as I return to what feels like sacred space that I drunkenly claimed as mine forever.
But I meant the vows I made to her.
And now it feels so fucking profound that she’s the one working us all the way together, her hands planted fiercely on my chest.
The feeling of being inside her again, of being home, is so overwhelming I can barely breathe.
