My lips seek out her skin, marking every inch of those beautiful breasts with my tongue. It doesn’t take long for her to be arching against me, clawing at my shoulders, tugging me closer. I know what she needs, what we both need. I just don’t want to rush it.
I rip my briefs down my legs, throwing them over my shoulder as I settle between her legs. The anticipation of feeling her silky hot cunt around me is killing me, but I hold strong. I refuse to rush such a holy moment. Instead, I reach over and grab the condom packet I’d set out on the nightstand while she was in the bathroom, tucked behind a box of tissues. While I wasn’t sure if she’d want to do this tonight, I wanted it within reach so I didn’t have to interrupt the moment to get it. I quickly roll it on before settling back in, leaning in to kiss her tenderly.
One drag between her folds has us both panting, my hips burning with the need to twitch, to writhe against her, to thrust. I pull her legs up around my hips, settling in. I grab my cock, lining it up with her sweet pussy, the feel of the briefest brush against her has me dripping precum already.
I take a deep breath, locking eyes with her before I start to slide in. “Mywife.”
15
Amy
If I didn’t know any better, I’d wonder if Kerry is trying to kill me. Death by sex. Murder by cock. Butgod,it’s delicious. A death I’d gladly receive. It’s a lot better than the death I’d been worried about for the past couple of weeks.
The pillow beneath me is wet. I barely have the wherewithal to know from what. Tears? Drool? Snot? All of the above? He’s wrung me out, and he’s not done yet.
I think I’m up to five orgasms total. I’ve kinda lost count. But I’m aware that Kerry hasn’t come yet. He’s flipped me around and changed positions, making sure I’m always comfortable and not locked in one position for too long. It never takes long before he’s working me up to climax again.Fuck,he’s good at this. He’s on top of me from behind, fisting my hair into a ponytail, thrusting into me like he’s been dreaming of this for years.
Maybe I didn’t believe him about it until now. But this? This feels like the kind of sex that can only come from the obsession he keeps telling me he feels for me.
His words from when he first slid in—hot and hard and dear gods above,throbbing—are still rattling around in my head. My wife,he said. Like it was a dream come true. Awe and wonderdripping from his tone. It’s a gift, like a vow, like something torn open from the depths of his chest and given to me.
Kerry’s grunts and guttural moans are getting louder. I can tell he’s not going to be able to hold on for much longer. Honestly, I think he deserves a medal for how long he’s been going as it is. His hand snakes around my hip to go between my thighs, rubbing my clit as his cock keeps sliding in and out of me. It’s bliss, even if it’s much harder to wring out that pleasure from me by now. “One more,” he groans in my ear. “I know you can do it for me, leannán. Give me another. Just one more, can’t you do that for me, pretty girl?”
My entire body shudders, limbs numb and shaking from the exertion. I gasp out, gritting my teeth as he builds up another orgasm in me. I’m not sure where it comes from or how he’s doing it. I didn’t think it was possible. “Y-Yes.”
“That’s it,” Kerry coos, grunting and kissing down my neck. “Give it to me. You’re doing so well.Fuck,squeezing my cock just like that.”
My hands dig into the sheets as I give a weak cry, a small orgasm making me flutter around him.
Kerry lets out a pained moan. “Fuck, fuck, yes, Amy.” I can feel his rhythm stutter and his cock swell. He lets out a long moan as he pushes into me one last time and fills the condom.
He waits there a moment, but my legs give out and I collapse. Kerry chuckles and rubs a hand up and down my back, catching his breath, before he pulls out and takes care of the condom in the bathroom. I hear water running, but my brain is too mushy to think much of it. So, when he returns a moment later and scoops me up, I feel disoriented and confused. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of my girl,” he replies simply, as if that answers everything.
I grunt and rub my eyes. If I thought I was tired before, this is a whole new level of it. But I don’t regret it in the slightest. My body is still buzzing with pleasure, and I feel lighter, like I’m floating on a cloud instead of in his arms. Actually, scratch that, his arms are probably more comfortable.
His display of desire and all-consuming need for me washed away any fears I had about not being good enough in bed. Clearly, he doesn’t need me to be a seductive lover. He’s plenty seduced by me just as I am, my natural reactions far more arousing to him than anything I could force.
That’s not only a relief, but it’s just another thing that makes him even more attractive.
The rushing of water is even louder actually in the bathroom. I realize he’s drawn a bath for me, or perhaps us. Either way, I’m grateful for it. It sounds lovely to have my muscles relaxed by hot water.
He sets me down on wobbly legs for a moment as he tests the water, and then picks me up again. The way he sets me down reminds me of a mother putting down her infant who’s sleeping, not wanting to wake them. I chuckle. “I’m not fragile, Kerry.”
He smooths a hand down my hair, brows pinched together. Those stormy gray eyes search my face. “I was rough with you. It’s only fair that I’m gentle in taking care of you now. Are you hurt?”
I shake my head. “A little sore, but not too bad. It was wonderful. I like being ravished by you.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he blushed at that. But that ever-familiar smirk is back on his lips, too, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good. Because I like ravishing you, love.”
He steps in, answering my earlier question. It’s definitely forus.I scoot forward, making room for him. He sits behind me, his large, warm hands sliding over my shoulders as he pulls my back to his chest. He sighs like he’s been holding his breath,waiting forthis.Forme.I relax against him at the intimacy of that thought.
“My mother wrote a book about fairies once,” Kerry’s voice is gruff, the scratch of vulnerability present, like it physically hurt him to say these words. The statement feels out of the blue, and I don’t know why it sounds so hard for him to say, or why he’s saying it. I think back over the past few minutes, looking for any sort of clue as to what he’s talking about, but I come back with nothing.
A heavy silence follows his words as I try to figure out what to say to that, and he lets the conversation fall.
His arms tighten around me for a moment. “I’d like to read them to you sometime.”
