She whimpers in response, and I feel her clench around my fingers.
“Words, wife. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” she gasps. “I woke up aching for you. I couldn't think about anything else.”
Christ. The idea of Maura lying in bed, wet and wanting, thinking about my cock nearly undoes me.
“Please,” she moans, and I slide another finger inside her. She takes it easily. Fuck, I love how eager she is for this. Forme.When I signed the contract, I didn’t know if any part of ourmarriage would work. Now, I know the way we fit together isn’t going to be a problem.
“More,” she pants. “More, James, please. Don’t make me wait.”
Growling, I slam a third finger in her, fucking her with my hand while my thumb strums against her clit. Even as I stretch her for me, I hold back. I don’t want her coming just yet. No, when she climaxes, I want it to be on my cock.
Her wetness drips down my knuckles and she digs her teeth into my neck. It’s a quick, spontaneous bite. I can tell by the way she reels back that she even surprised herself doing it.
She’s so playful this morning, so different from the elegant, buttoned-up woman I’ve known. She’s letting herself come undone for me, and it’s so exhilarating, I doubt I’m going to last long.
“Feel what you do to me.” I press my hips forward so she can feel exactly how hard I am through my trousers. “I've been like this since I saw you walk into the kitchen. That little robe barely covers your ass, and all I could think about was bending you over this counter.”
I guide her hands from my shoulders down to my belt.
“Take me out, wife.”
Maura’s hands shake as she undoes my belt buckle and my trousers. She reaches into my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock. I groan at the feeling of her slender hand wrapped around me. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and when she swipes her thumb over it, it’s all I can do to stop from coming right then.
Fuck, she’s not the only one who’s impatient.
My hands span her waist, thumbs nearly touching. “You're so fucking small,” I mutters, almost to myself. “I could break you.”
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. “Try.”
Something snaps in my resolve, all sense of control giving way to something feral.
She squeezes my cock for emphasis, and I’m done playing.
I angle the tip at her entrance and push my head inside. Maura throws her head back at the intrusion, her hair an auburn curtain. I enter her in short, quick strokes, making space for myself. When I’m halfway inside, I pause.
“This is as far as I'm going today.” I hold myself still inside her, even though every instinct screams at me to thrust deeper. If I’m too rough, she’ll be ruined for the rest of her ovulation schedule and I need tolivein this pussy for the next four days.
She raises her eyes, frowning. “Are you sure? Does it feel good enough like that?”
“Good enough?” I laugh roughly. “Maura, you could give me an inch of this perfect pussy and I'd be grateful. You feel like fucking paradise.”
Her inner walls flutter around me at the praise, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from losing it.
I chuckle and she leans her forehead against mine. We both look down, watching as my cock glides inside her.
The visual is obscene—my thick length disappearing into her tight heat, her slick arousal coating me. I've never watched myself fuck someone before. With her, I can't look away.
“Do you see how well you take me?” I murmur. “Look at us, wife. Look how perfect we fit.”
“James—” Her voice breaks on my name.
“I know. I feel it too.”
We both glance up at the same time, our eyes meeting in an intense, heated gaze. I capture her mouth with mine and our tongues move in rhythm with my thrusts. Maura rocks her hips against my hand, building the pressure against her clit. The legs wrapped around my waist pull me in tighter.
“I-I’m close,” she breathes.
