Page 105 of Honorable Sins

He slides a second finger inside me, thrusting deep, fast and hard. Over and over.

Starbursts explode behind the eyelids I didn't realize I'd closed as my muscles contract in sexual ecstasy.

Mick keeps touching me, driving the pleasure higher, not letting me come down until I'm sobbing with the need to have him inside me. "Michael! Please!"

He pulls his hand away and I mewl.

The sound doesn't embarrass me. Nothing embarrasses me when I'm like this with my husband.

He stands and comes around so his now leaking cock is right in front of my face.

I instantly lean forward, opening my mouth wide and taking him in as deep as I can. His earthy taste explodes on my tongue.

So good.

I suck and lave on his thick erection.

A litany of praise falls from his lips. He starts to thrust his hips and I swallow when his head hits the back of my throat.

"Kara!" he shouts as I take him deeper.

And deeper.

He grabs my head and pushes even deeper. "Such a good wife. So beautiful! My Kara. Mine."

The words end on a shout as hot, salty cum shoots down my throat.

I suckle him and swallow as he pulls out, and then inhale deeply as soon as my airway is clear. I can still taste him on my tongue. A little bitter, but Mick eats a lot of fruit and vegetables because I like to swallow and he likes it when I do it without gagging on the strong taste of him.

MICK

I’ve been watching Kara sleep for the last 30 minutes. She fell asleep after her second orgasm. I was still inside her and she just dozed off.

Her faith in me is a miracle.

That I can feel the love I feel for her is one too.

The lust I feel? Not so much. It is inevitable. Her body is absolute perfection to me. Those big baps with their gorgeous pink nipples. Her wide hips and soft body. Thighs that cushion me when I fuck her. An ass that makes me salivate.

And a beautiful heart that makes my own beat.

I touch her now, my hands reverent on her skin, touching every centimeter of skin. Her face, her neck, her shoulders, her juicy tits. A thrill of arousal surges through me as her nipples bead into ripe red raspberries as my fingertips skim over them.

Mapping the body I know better than my own, I welcome the ache of arousal deep in my loins.

I arrange her limbs, so her arms rest at her sides and her thighs are spread wide, knees bent, putting her folds still slick and swollen from our lovemaking on display.

For long minutes, I keep my touch light, like I usually do when I'm trying not to wake her, but as she sleeps on, her breathing even while her pussy glistens with added moisture from the stimulation.

She moves and shifts onto her side. I maneuver her back into place and my cock throbs with atavistic desire when she is once again unaware and laid out just as I want her for my pleasure.

She gave me this priceless gift.

Her trust and her body. Mine to do with as I please.

The monster inside who has no conscience without Kara, the one who only submits to my rules of integrity because they serve him, wants to fall on her like a ravening beast. Grope her and fuck her and claim her in ways that prove how elementally she is mine.

But I do have Kara. Asleep, or awake, she is right here, my beautiful, generous wife who will never know harm or pain from my hand that she hasn't asked for.