He backs up to check out the lingerie. “Jesus Christ, Tatum,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. “You’re fucking perfect. I can’t believe you’re my wife.”
I look demurely up at him, and I think back to his words about what he’s going to do here to me now. “It’s time to fuck your wife.”
His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes dilate with need, and I reach for his belt buckle. I get it undone, pop the button of his slacks, and push them down. He steps out of them and kicks off his shoes at the same time, and then he’s standing in just a pair of black boxer briefs with an enormous bulge tenting the front.
He pulls me into his arms to kiss me some more. I’d love to stay here and kiss him all night, but I’m so needy, so aroused, that I can’t. I need him inside me. I need him. Now.
It’s all my brain can focus on.
I pull back from his mouth and whimper, “I need you.”
His eyes move to mine with concern, but he sees what he needs there.
“I’m on the pill,” I say before he can ask, before we have that awkward conversation of whether we need to use a condom. I want his cum inside me just like he said would happen.
God, do I want it. All of him.
“Good, because I want to feel all of you.” He reaches down into my panties, and he hisses as he roughly pushes a finger into me. “My wife is soaked for me,” he rasps.
My wife.
The words plow into me with a force that nearly makes me come on the spot.
“It’s all for you. And now I need my husband to fuck me.”
He nods. “I’ll make good on my promise. I’m not stopping until my cum is dripping out of you.”
“My God, Ford. Get to it already.”
He chuckles and starts peeling his boxer briefs off as I pull my bra off. We toss them on top of the rest of the clothes we’ve left on the floor, and he hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down my legs.
I finally kick off the heels, and he takes my hand and leads me to the bed. He nods for me to go first, and I lie on my back, expecting him to hover over me. Instead, he grabs my legs and pulls my hips down toward the edge of the bed, and when his eyes meet mine, they’re glazed with lust.
He moves down until he’s resting on his knees, and he breaks our eye contact to gaze at my pussy for a few beats. And then he dives in. He licks his way through me, moaning and hissing as if this is the greatest thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh my God, Ford, yes,” I moan. I can’t believe this is my life. This is my husband. This is my future, this vault of pure pleasure only meant for him and me.
I want to return the favor, but I can’t. I can’t move, and not because he’s got me pinned down or anything like that, but because the pleasure is so fast and hot and intense that I physically can’t make myself move.
He stops, rocking back onto his feet, and my eyes fly open with a question as I wonder why he’s stopping. He rises to his feet and sits on the bed. He helps me shift until I’m on his lap and pulls me down on top of him. I straddle him, and he fists his cock as I line up and sit down on top of him.
Our eyes are on each other as I lower myself and he pushes into me. Our bodies connect for the first time, and I gasp. He grunts as his massive cock impales me.
“Christ, you feel so good,” he mutters. “Betterthan I imagined.”
He imagined it. He imagined this moment, our bodies connecting intimately.
The thought warms me all over.
“You imagined it?” I ask tenderly.
“Every goddamn second of every goddamn day since I kissed you in the kitchen in front of the keg.”
Tears well in my eyes. He never admitted that he remembered that kiss, too.
We’ll talk more about that later. Feeling him as he moves inside me is causing everything in my brain to go haywire. My only focus is the need to move, to feel his friction as he pumps into me.
I grab onto his shoulders for support with shaking hands. He slides his palms under my ass, where he can control our rhythm from beneath me. He lifts me up, grunting as we start to find our pace. I ride him, my tits bouncing near his face, our eyes still on each other in what I can only describe as the most intimate, erotic moment of my life.
