“I don’t need you to last long. I just needyou.”
I swear again under my breath because hearing her say that has me almost blowing my load right here.
“Turn around, babe,” I say, shifting back. “Grab the couch and show me that luscious ass.”
The eagerness with which she complies has my cock leaking even more. But that’s nothing compared to when her pert cheeks are suddenly in front of me. Grabbing them both, I squeeze the round globes, then lightly smack one.
“Are you ready?”
Her eager nod isn’t enough. Leaning forward, I wrap one hand around the base of her neck, remembering just how turned on that made her the last time, and gently guide her until she’s standing flush against me, my cock wedged between her cheeks.
“You sure, wife? Because I want you more than ready. I want you aching and needy for me. Desperate for what we have together. Are you desperate?”
“Fuck, I love your dirty mouth, Beck. Yes, I’m desperate. Yes!” she cries out as I notch my dick with her entrance and slide home.
I come to a stop, willing my pulse to quit racing as I breathe deeply, feeling the snug fit of being inside Cam, connected to her in the most intense way possible.
“You’re so perfect, babe. The way you take me. It’s heaven.”
Cam pushes her hips against mine, then I sense her try to pull forward, try to take control of the moment. Smacking her ass again, harder this time, I draw almost all of the way out before plunging back in. I do it again, my mouth muttering filthy words the entire time until I’m rocking in and out of her, simultaneously chasing my release and praying it stays away just a little longer. But all bets are off when Cam arches back, her long dark hair cascading down as she pants and moans out my name.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” she cries and I feel the telltale flutter of her inner walls. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Never,” I growl, slamming my hips back in. “I’m yours forever.”
My orgasm hits me then, stronger and more intense than I think I’ve ever experienced. My earlier thought of being weak in the knees becomes a reality as I sag against Cam’s back, thankful as fuck for the couch supporting us both.
But I don’t let my weight press down on her for too long. Reluctantly, I stand up, my half hard cock slowly falling from her. Cam’s still draped over the couch, a dreamy smile on her face. I bend over and maneuver her up and into my arms.
“What the hell are you doing?” she says, laughing.
“Shower with me.” I make it a statement, not a question. But as soon as I set her down inside my bathroom, I cup her chin in my hand and tilt her head so she’s looking up at me. “Please?”
Her only answer is to reach around me and turn on the shower. Then she pivots toward the vanity, opening a drawer and pulling out a hair tie that she uses to secure her hair on the top of her head. I can’t look away, I’m so obsessed with every little fucking thing she does. It’s embarrassing, really.
With a coy glance over her shoulder, as if the minx knows I’m transfixed by her, Cam steps into the now steamy shower stall.
“Are you coming?”
“Not yet, but you will be soon,” I mutter under my breath as I drop my glasses onto the counter. But she obviously hears me, given the way she whirls around and drops to her knees as I close the shower door behind me.
“What about keeping your hair dry?” I ask as she takes my cock in her hand. Cam tilts her head up at me with a mischievous smile.
“You think I tied my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet? You silly man. I did that so you’d have something to hold on to while I suck your cock.”
I get no other warning before my dick is engulfed in the warmth of her mouth. She starts enthusiastically bobbing up and down, her hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently. Doing exactly as she suggested, I wrap my hand around her hair and hold on, guiding her head back and forth.
After a moment or two, I give her control and lean my head back, letting the water pelt down on me and lose myself to the sensations surrounding me. But I’ll be damned if this is going to be one-sided. When I don’t think I can hold back much longer, I step away and pull Cam to her feet. Lifting one leg to wrap around my hip, I crouch slightly, line up, and thrust my way back into her wet pussy.
Thanks to round one, and the blowjob, I only last a few minutes before I’m shuddering through another climax, Cam’s name echoing around us. But as soon as I lean back so I can slide my hand between us and thumb her clit, she’s falling off the cliff with me, and her cries mingle with mine in the small room.
Nestling into my chest, I feel Cam’s heart racing alongside my own. In this moment, we feel more in synch, more connected than we ever have. And nothing can hold me back from what I’m about to do.
“I love you.”
The words I’ve waited a lifetime to say out loud are muffled by the sound of the water, so when Cam lifts her head and says, “What did you say?” I don’t stop to wonder at the disbelief and hesitation that dances across her face.
I will later, I’m sure.
