“You feel perfect around my cock.” I grip her breasts, playing with her nipples.
Natasha sighs and drops her head back onto my shoulder. Her eyes flutter closed. The look of pure contentment on her face makes me so fucking happy. I only want to please her.
Even though I didn’t want this marriage at first, it’s become the one thing I’ve needed more in my life and I’m never going to let her go.
I reach down to touch her clit again.
“I’m too sensitive,” she whimpers.
“You can come for me again. I need to see it.” I slow down my own thrusts and settle her onto my lap. Gently, I rock her hips back and forth on my cock, taking it slower. Extending this moment. Making it last as long as possible. “Come for me, baby. Fuck. You are so beautiful.”
“Maksim.” She sounds almost afraid.
“I’ve got you, baby. You know I do. Just trust me.”
She rolls her hips back and forth faster, becoming more frenetic. Wild. She needs this as much as I do.
I’m about to burst myself. I know I can’t last much longer but I’m going to hold out for as long as I can. The one thing I can promise Natasha is that I’ll put her needs above my own. I used to be selfish but with her, I don’t want to be ever again.
I flick her clit. “Tell me how this feels.” I do it again and her hips buck forward. Her inner walls clench down on my cock, making me breathless. God, it’s hard to think when her body is entangled with mine.
“Good,” she moans.
“How good? Tell me, baby.”
“It’s perfect. Like nothing I…” She trails off, lost in her pleasure. “Maksim. Please.”
I roll her cute little nub around. “This must be sensitive but you’re going to come for me again. Can you do that, baby?”
She nods.
“Tell me.”
“Yes!” she moans, sounding desperate. I know I share the same desperation. We both need this.
I continue to flick her clit over and over and over… until she finally finds her third orgasm of the morning.
Natasha leans back against me, losing all the energy from her body. I grab her hips and roll her around on my cock. She continues to whimper. God, the sound of her pleasure is driving me fucking insane.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I lift her off my cock and lay her on her back before entering her again. We both moan at the same time.
“Maksim,” she cries out. “It hurts. It’s too much.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Then feel it, baby. Just feel it.” I thrust into her with wild abandon. She’s too spent to wrap her legs around me so I do it for her. My hands grip her thighs with all my strength. I never want to let her go again.
I thrust into her once more. Twice more. And finally a third time before I find my own release.
I let myself groan loudly, not caring how I sound. In this moment, it’s just between me and Natasha and nothing else matters.
Gently, I pull out of her and slump onto the bed, catching my breath. Sweat covers my body and I don’t even care. I’ll get sweaty for the rest of my life if it means fucking Natasha.
Fucking my wife. The woman I love.
