Exploring her sexuality and learning what she likeswithher is a fucking unique experience I never thought I’d be a part of.
My dick is fully awake now, and I groan at the comfort the tightness brings. I regret not taking it easy on her last night because the need to take her all over again is strong.
Regardless of what my mind is telling me, I still can’t help my body’s innate response to her. As if it’s acting on its own, I move in and out of her, keeping my thrusts shallow just to see how she’s feeling.
A deep sound comes from my chest when I realize how wet she already is for me, and when she lets out a small whimper, I know she’s awake.
“How are you feeling?” I mumble in her hair.
She mumbles incoherently but tightens her muscles around me.
“If you’re sore, you need to tell me now because doing that with your pussy is only going to encourage me to take you again right now.”
“I am sore—very sore—but I want you again.”
It takes everything in me to stop myself from moving in and out of her. I grip her waist, surely putting marks into her perfectly smooth skin. She squeezes my cock again, and I let out a strained groan.
“You need to stop, baby, orIwon’t be able to stop.”
She glances back at me from over her shoulder through heavy lids and says, “What if I don’t want you to?”
“Last night was a lot. If I take you again, it won’t be the most pleasant feeling for you.”
“And how would you know how I’m going to feel?”
There’s the snarky little wife I love.
“Liana, I made you bleed last night. I’ll end up doing the same if I take you right now, but it’ll feel a hell of a lot worse since you’re already tender.”
She clenches around me again.
“Fuck,”I groan out. “You need to stop doing that, or I’m going to lose control.”
“I love when you lose control, Massi. I already told you last night, don’t treat me like some delicate little plaything that willbreak at any moment. I want this side of you. I want the rough, desperate, animalistic side of you because that’s how I feel about you.”
I let out another groan.
Liana backs her ass into me, plunging my cock into her more. “I need you to move, Massi.Please,” she whimpers.
My grip tightens as I move my hips. “You need to tell me if it gets to be too much, then. Do you understand?”
“Not going to happen.” She presses into each of my shallow thrusts.
I stop. “If you want me to fuck you, baby, you’re going to have to communicate with me. If it’s too much?—”
“Massi, I’m a grown-ass woman. I know what I can and cannot take, so please, just fuck me, or else I’ll roll you over onto your back and take what I need from you.”
My mind is reeling over the filthy fucking mouth on my wife, and the way her ass backs into me with this undying need for me to take over and bring her to her highest fucking peak. It’s such a turn-on. What the hell was I thinking trying to tell my sweet little wifeno? Have I learned nothing about her?
I trail my hand up the side of her stomach while I increase my thrusts in and out of her. She’s so fucking wet it makes it so incredibly easy to glide in and out.
A shiver quakes through her as I drift my hand up her side to her breast, squeezing it with the desperate need that comes out of me when I’m with her.
“Faster,” she breathes out, backing her ass into me with more force. “I want more, Massi,please.”
I’m a victim of my wife’s wants and desires because in the end, anything she asks of me, I’ll give her with a damn smile on my face.
I lift her leg, hooking it over my thigh so my leg is in between hers, and she falls to her back. I thrust in and out of her while squeezing her breasts.
