She put him inside her. Oh, his beautiful wife and her beautiful quim. Just as glorious as ever. Oh, my God. He pinched her nipples and she whimpered.
“That’s so good, darling, do you like that?” He pinched them more, wishing he could see her face, but her answering groan gave him reassurance.
She sat down on him hard and then raised herself up high, so high he thought his cock might come out of her, but it didn’t, and she sat down hard on him again, grinding her bottom into his scrotum.
“Yes, that’s right, ride me, Caro. As rough as you want. You won’t hurt me. You feel that hard cock? That’s all for you. You do that to me. You make me crazed with desire.”
He ran his hands down her body around to her back and grabbed the cheeks of her bottom, kneading and groping and squeezing, even as she rose and fell and rose and fell on his shaft.
“Yes, darling. Ride Phin. Let me fill you up.” He took his right hand off her buttock and brought it to her maidenhair. “Let me touch you here while you ride me.” He found her nubbin and chased it with his fingers as she rose and fell.
“Are you going to come this way, Caro? Are you going to come on my cock, darling? That’s what Phin wants.” He took his other hand off her buttock and by coming off the bed a bit, he was able to stretch his arm out and reach her breast and pinch her nipple while she was upright. “Phin wants you to come this way.”
She grunted and the speed of her rise and fall increased.
“Are you close, Caro?” He was close himself, oh, my God, he was close. He kept one thumb on her nubbin and continued to strain off the bed to keep her nipple between two fingers. “Come for me, you’re such a good girl, you know you want to come, so come for Phin. “
She gasped. She let out a high, shrill cry and he felt a contracting wave around his cock, over and over again. Her rising and falling was now uneven, as stuttering as her speech had been earlier today, and he took his hands from her breast and her quim and brought them to her hips so he could lift her and push her back down on his cock. Lift, push, lift, push. She was barely participating now, almost limp on top of him, even as her thighs and the muscles in her pelvis quivered and shook around him.
Goddamn it. With a quick twist, he put her down on the mattress and was on top of her, pumping into her.
“Oh, Caro, oh, fuck, it’s so good.” And then his release was on him and he pulled away and pulsed and throbbed and spilled outside of her.
He collapsed on top of her, his mouth on her collarbone. Oh, oh, oh. His breath was gone. His speech was gone.
His speech was never gone.
Her arms did not come around him as he lay on top of her, trying to draw breath. Finally, he raised his head.
“Caro?”
She said nothing. Her breasts went up and down under him but otherwise, she did not move. He shifted his weight to lie on his side next to her.
“Have you forgiven me?”
The silence was his answer. She hadn’t.
And this had not been the love-making he had been craving.
This had been a fucking. And he had fully participated in it and not turned it into the communion of their bodies it could have been.
It had been use, plain and simple. She, of him, and he, of her. He had never imagined that could happen in his marriage. With his Caro.
He rolled away from her onto his back.
“You can go back to your room if you want. I won’t stop you, darling.”
He felt movement on the mattress and his heart twisted. He thought she was getting off the bed. But instead there was a fumbling at his side and a hand crept into his.
She was holding his hand.
“You fr-fr-frightened me.” Her voice was very low.
He turned his head toward her in the dark. “Just now?”
“N-n-no. When you were angry.”
He put his other hand on top of hers so now her hand was sandwiched between both of his.
