Play Along(103)

That’s all I need to hear for me to pick her up, turn off the shower, and carry us both to bed.

We’re soaking, water running off us, but I couldn’t care less when I cup the back of her head, protecting it to lay her back against my mattress. Wet hair, flushed skin. Legs spread and glistening between them.

Fucking angel.

I stand there, watching, trying to figure out what I did to get so lucky that I ended up in this position. If you would’ve told me three years ago that Kennedy Kay would be laying naked and spread on my mattress, I probably would’ve fucked my hand to the idea, but I definitely wouldn’t have believed you.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks.

I shake my head, climbing on the bed to sit between her legs, heels to ass.

“What?”

I track every inch of her. “God sure did take his time on you, honey.”

Her smile turns soft and a bit shy.

I kiss a path up her stomach, my hair dripping water onto her belly, her chest, her neck until I’m draped over her, holding myself up on a single forearm.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my lips pressing to hers.

She runs a hand up my bare spine, hooking her leg over my hip. “I’m thinking it’s about time we consummate this goddamn marriage.”

My cock jumps at the idea and I huff a laugh, this bright smile reflecting on Kennedy’s lips.

Rain pounds against the windows of my apartment and another rumble of thunder drowns out our panting breaths, but my sole focus is on this woman beneath me. I’m so consumed I could almost forget about the storm.

She pushes my hair out of my face, her thumb dusting over my birthmark by my eye before her hand follows the path of my arm, my side, my ass, until she wraps a fist around my dick.

I push into her hand. “I have condoms in the nightstand.”

She doesn’t make a move for it, continuing to stroke me, so after a beat of silence, I reach over her to grab one.

“I’m good without one,” she says to stop me.

It works. I halt right there, arm halfway to my side table.

I would never in a million years consider going without one. But as always, Kennedy is my exception. She’s my wife, for fuck’s sake. If she’s good without a condom, so am I.

I don’t have to explain that I’ve been tested, seeing as she has access to all my medical records and already knows. And as of last weekend, she’s also aware there hasn’t been anyone else for a long fucking time.

“I’m good too.”

She nods against the pillow, bringing my lips back to hers.

We kiss for a while, our bodies writhing against each other, our hips frantically looking for friction. Kennedy runs her thumb over my slit, pushing the precum down to coat my shaft.

Lips disconnecting, we hold eye contact as she lines me up with her entrance. We stay there for a moment, the tension thick, the anticipation heavy in the room. I watch her, this beautiful girl who I haven’t been able to take my eyes off for years.

And it’s no different now.

I rub myself up and down her slit, coating me in her before I press my thumb down on the head of my cock, curl my hips forward, and push into her.

Slowly. Torturously slowly. Inch by fucking inch.

My tip is hardly past her entrance and I’m on the verge of losing it. She’s so goddamn tight. So fucking warm.

“More,” she pleads, but it comes out like a cry.

I pull back and push in again, watching more of my length disappear inside of her this time, but I quickly meet resistance.

Her entire body is wound tight when I’m only halfway in.

“If it hurts, tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

“No. Don’t stop. I can take it.”

A smirk lifts on my lips. “Yeah, you can, but you’ve got to relax for me, Kenny.”

Her brown eyes are begging for me to help her.

Leaning in, I kiss her, distract her. Let my tongue focus on hers for a while as I slowly work myself inside her. Kennedy stretches around me, her clit pulsing against my thumb as I circle it, hoping to make this easier on her.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so well.”

I feel her body relax into the mattress, her hands freely roaming my back when I slide the rest of the way home.

Holy. Fuck.

My pelvic bone is flush with hers, Kennedy’s legs spread wide to accommodate me. I’ve never felt anything so tight, so warm, so fucking wet that I swear to God, I’ll be lucky if I give her three solid pumps before I’m coming inside her.

She dusts her fingertips up and down my spine. I slowly kiss along her jaw and down her neck as we both adjust.

When she pushes her heels into my ass, urging me to move, I shift my hips and pull out partway before pushing back in again.

She fucking moans and I almost lose it once again.

Breathing through my nose to hold back, I focus on the way I disappear into her, my pace slow and cautious at first. But when I start to feel less resistance, I pick up speed, keeping my chest flush to hers, rolling over her entire body with each pass.

“Yes, Isaiah,” she cries, her nails digging into my back.

“God, Kennedy. That feels so good. Look at you right now. Fucking unreal.”

I hover above her, using my arms on either side of her to prop me up. I take her left hand in mine, lacing our fingers together and pinning it to the mattress. She wraps her other hand around my neck, pulling my lips to meet hers.