I reach around, find her clit, and she jerks forward at the contact.
“Sensitive?” I circle it gently while I keep thrusting.
“In a good way.” She’s shaking. I feel it in her thighs, in how tight she’s gripping the sheets.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”
I pull out again, ignoring her protest. I flip her onto her back, spread her legs, and push back inside in one smooth motion. Her head falls back, her eyes half shut.
“I want to see your face when you come.” I hook her legs over my shoulders, and the angle makes her gasp. “There we go.”
I can go deeper like this and hit spots that make her eyes go wide. I kiss her ankle, her calf, anywhere I can reach.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her.
Her hand slides between us immediately and finds her clit.
“That’s it.” I watch her fingers move. “Show me how you like it.”
She’s close. I can tell by her breathing, by how tight she’s getting around me.
But I’m close too, and I’m not going to last much longer.
I pull her legs down, hook them around my waist instead, and lean down so we’re chest to chest. I kiss her, and it’s messy and desperate.
Her hand’s still working between us. I feel her knuckles brush my stomach every time I thrust.
“I’m—” She breaks off into a moan.
“Let me feel it.” I keep the rhythm steady. “Come for me, Wifey.”
She does. Her whole body tenses beneath me. She cries out my name, and the walls of her center clench around me in waves.
“Fuck!” I bury my face in her neck, thrust twice more, and follow her over.
It’s intense. Everything narrows down to where we’re connected and the way she’s still pulsing around me.
I collapse on top of her, both of us shaking, gasping for air.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I laugh against her neck. “Yeah.”
We lie there for a minute. Maybe five. I don’t know. Time feels strange.
Eventually, I pull out, deal with the condom, and come back to bed.
She’s sprawled across the mattress, hair everywhere, skin flushed, looking thoroughly fucked.
“You’re staring.” She’s smiling.
“I can’t help it.” I lie down next to her and pull her against me. “You’re beautiful.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “You’re obligated to say that. Post-orgasm rules.”
“Post-orgasm rules?” I grin. “That’s a thing?”
“Definitely.” She runs her finger down my chest, circling my belly button. “You have to say nice things. It’s a rule. Maybe even a law.”
