He tips his head slightly to the side. “This could be fun.” He complies by standing, removing his jeans, then lying on the bed.
I quickly swing my legs to straddle him, and from instinct, my hips roll to ride his boxers. The matching panties to this baby doll are barely a layer, and I feel everything against my heat. My senses are heightened, and I should beg for him to touch my bundle of nerves to get some form of release.
I assess my fingers as I walk them up his stomach then stop at his chest. Leaning down, I place a kiss next to my hand. His skin is warm, and my hair falls along his body, tickling his skin, but it’s his hand that is stroking my behind and drawing up to my lower back in mollifying circles that drives me wild.
He’s boosting me through touch.
Lifting my shoulders back up, I hold his gaze as I slide the straps off my arms and inch down the lingerie. He sits up to kiss my breast, and I hiss a breath when his lips latch onto a nipple, and he sneaks his fingers between us to stroke my pussy.
He groans but keeps his mouth on me. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs between switching breasts.
I breathe out to pace myself. I’m aching for a release to come quickly.
“Mmhmm.” It’s a cop-out answer, but I’m too lost on his fingertips that circle my clit. Then he dips one finger inside of me and my head falls onto his shoulder from the intense feeling.
“I think you’re desperate for my cock. Always have been.”
I want to hate his sweltering words, but I’m already half gone.
I reach between us and sneak into the waistband of his boxer briefs, setting his cock free and wrapping my fingers around him. His throaty moan appeases me, and I’m desperate to do more to him.
One stroke then two.
We’re touching each other and working ourselves into a frenzy.
“We have too much on,” I whisper.
“I agree.”
Quickly, we both discard any remaining scraps of cloth, then I’m back on him, sitting together face to face and his cock sliding between my center, getting soaked in my arousal. The tip of his cock is dangerously close to my entrance and our foreheads touch while we take a moment to digest that we’re about to do this.
“We’re good?” he asks gently. “I’ve never…”
My heart is palpitating, and my breath runs wild. Fuck, why does he have to make me feel like this is special. I’m his first for something, wife and no condom.
“Considering you think I can get pregnant from immaculate conception, then I think you’re a little late to ask, but yeah, we’re fine.”
Mischief twinkles in his eyes. “Then ride me.”
A short laugh escapes me. Half of him just said that because he is goofy that way, while the other part is because he means it.
Positioning myself over him, I slowly press down, and everything inside of me coils from the instant gratification of having him inside me. I move and move until he’s filled me up, with my inner walls clenched around him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grits out, and his hands grip my hips to hold me in place.
I’m nearly stuck on top of him as I adjust to his size, but then I move an inch, then a little more, until I lift myself back up to his tip and root myself back down on him.
I do this a few times until I find a rhythm that feels right.
He gently slaps my ass and then palms a soothing circle.
“Use me. Take what you want. It’s all yours,” he whispers.
That sensitive demeanor is back, but I don’t argue.
I meet him on thrusts, when I’m halfway down and he tips up, with the angle hitting the right buttons inside me, and I moan while he groans. I’m not sure I can feel my legs anymore, everything is barreling to my pussy, and I’m on fire in the best possible way.
Maybe he notices, or maybe he’s just being dominant, but he grips my hips with vigor then pulls me close and flips us so he’s on top, all without ever leaving me.
