“Shhhh,” she says against the head of my cock. “Have I told you it’s beautiful?”
Christ. I can’t even name the muscles that are flexed right now.
“Ten, fifteen seconds tops, I mean it.”
“We’ll see . . .”
She takes me in her mouth in one long, slow glide, and my neck loses power, a hot, silk fist twisting in my belly, exhilaration making my scalp prickle. In the space of ten seconds, I begin panting, sweat breaking out across my forehead, collarbone, spine. Her tongue is magical, and it’s not leaving any part of my cock undiscovered. She teases my slit, rakes it down to my balls, and sucks on those as well. Kisses them, no idea they are throbbing like the devil.
But it’s when she wraps her lips around my shaft and hums, taking me back, back to her throat and holding me there, swallowing, that I know this has to stop.
She lets me go with a gasp but keeps pumping me in her fist, breathing hard.
My world tilts dramatically, my vision fuzzing at the edges.
I’m married to a goddess. I need to be inside her, as close to her as possible.
“It has been a week since I was inside you, Britta, you can’t just . . .”
She takes me to her throat again, those delicate muscles flexing around me, and my balls squeeze in a level-ten warning. “Oh fuck, get up. Up, up, up. ”
I don’t wait for her to follow instructions, especially because she is proving more and more that she won’t. I hook my shaking hands beneath her armpits and heave her up, skipping the part where her feet touch the floor, throwing her up against the door, and then wedging myself in between her incredible thighs instead, because it’s motherfucking business time. I’m not playing around anymore.
“Did you like that?” she has the nerve to whisper breathlessly while I’m guiding my miserable, aching dick to her entrance. Sinking into her hot pussy, groaning against her mouth as she accepts every inch.
I get both hands beneath her skirt and grip her ass hard, gratified by the excited flash in her eyes when I knead those tight cheeks. “Not going to answer,” I say thickly. “Just going to show you.”
“Please . . .” That word turns into a gasp when I pull out and ram deep again, rattling the hinges of her apartment door. Rattling myself. My
composure, my emotions, my foundation. Being inside her is more than sex; it’s an experience that could never be matched or even explained. “Oh my God,” she whimpers. “Sumner, yes.”
Her visible enjoyment of my dick is like a shot of testosterone that hits me everywhere, and I lose the ability to be polite. I’m just an eager, aching mess, and she’s the cure, and that’s the beginning and end of it. “You feel that? You feel what being without you for a week does to me?” I’m banging her, vicious stroke after vicious stroke, up against the door, my teeth bared against her ear. “I’m in fucking pain, Britta.”
“I’ll take it away.”
“Yeah, you will.” Flesh smacks between us. Slap, slap, slap. Those tiny but powerful muscles of her pussy tightening and releasing around me.
Making me insane. Making me drive harder, my grip on her backside bruising, my hips frantic. “You’re the only one I’ll ever give it to, tight girl.
And you take it so good. You take it, take it, take it. Fuck. ”
“Harder, baby,” she whines, her head falling back against the door, her thighs spread so wide for my thrusts, I start to see double. “Sumner. I’m . . .
I’m close.”
It’s so hard to control my body’s response to her, I have to grit my teeth and roar into the slope of her neck, my hips continuing to drive upward, rolling and punching, because that’s what she needs, and I give my wife what she needs or there’s no use carrying on with my life.
The problem with being half-delirious is that I can’t control my mouth. Again.
Every thought, every feeling inside me comes pouring out, compensating for the orgasm I’m holding back. “You know how proud I was introducing you to my family? That’s my fucking wife.” I plaster our foreheads together, kissing her lips roughly, catching her hiccups of breath every time I pump. “My. Wife. Mine. ”
It’s not my imagination that her pussy clamps, wet and tight, around me, harder than before. “I was proud to be your wife.” She barely makes it through that statement without her teeth chattering, her back arching between me and the door. She’s really close, thank God. “Sumner, please