Chapter 8
Dexter
I almost came when her pussy squeezed my fingers and her climax flooded my tongue. I’m liable to explode before I sink into her.
That would be a crime against the institution of marriage. I’m sure it’s written somewhere.
“Talk to me, Sabrina.” I lean my head on a bent arm, watchful yet restrained. There’s no way to be sure of Sabrina’s thoughts. Her expression is an enticing mix of contented and confused.
“You’re already doing so much for me,” she whispers.
The hint of nervousness creeping into her voice jars me. What the hell is she saying? That being with her is, what, a favor to her? That’s ridiculous. Before I can say as much, she continues.
“Taking me in, helping with my treatments, giving me so much. I would have lost everything if we hadn’t married.”
“I’d do it again, Baby Brie. I’d do it a hundred times.”
“Oh, Dexter, you’re too good for me,” she says miserably.
“What the hell?! We both know that’s not true.” I reach over to tilt her chin my way, forcing her to return my gaze. “Why would you say that?”
Instead of answering, Sabrina pushes my chest so I’m the one on my back.
She runs her hands up and down my torso, each stroke closer and closer to my cock which twitches in anticipation. My mind blanks.
What were we talking about?
Sabrina lowers herself between my legs, licking and nipping the skin around my belly button. I hiss. The sensation of her hot mouth so near my groin is mind-blowing. It’s also painfully insufficient.
“You’re so big,” she whimpers while licking the moisture from the tip of my erection. Her lips wrap around the head, tongue swirling.
“There’s no need to—”
I lose the ability to speak when she does some crazy tongue thing. Like, figure eights on the underside of my cock.
Jesus, this woman.
“I know, Dex. I know I don’t need to.” Her breath shoots new sensations down my shaft.
“I want to,” she says before stretching her mouth, preparing to envelop me. Her eyelids go half mast and she groans. “I’m dying to have your cock in my mouth.”
I don’t realize how much I need those words until I hear them. They unleash my lewd obsession.
“Take it to the root, Sabrina. Take it and suck it like those fucking candy canes you suck to drive me insane.”
Her eyes sparkle while a pink tongue darts out to lick the underside of my cock. Lust chokes my airways. I clutch at the bedsheets on each side of me, restraining myself from grabbing her hair while I plunge into that tempting mouth. The primal impulse to thrust floods my system.
She turns her head slightly and flicks her chin in the direction of one of my clenching hands. “Don’t hold back.”
A humorless chuckle escapes when I say, “I’d hurt your beautiful mouth if you let me. I won’t be able to control myself.”
“That excites me. Knowing you’ll lose control because you want me so much turns me on,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
By way of answer, she wraps her mouth around my cock and moves her head lower. The plunge is deeper each time, her mouth sucking and her tongue moving in a swirling pattern. It’s driving me crazy. My hips push up to shove deeper.
She comes up for air and says, “Grab my hair.”
She delves deeply again, her moans vibrating through me. My leash on control is on the verge of snapping. I clench her hair in each fist and push up. She hums and groans while licking and sucking. Chaos pools at the bottom of my spine, making my thighs shake.
“You like that, Sabrina? Knowing you’re the one person who can make me lose control gets you off,” I say with animal grunts. “What a good wife, taking my cock like a needy little slut.”
She pauses. Before I can undo the damage of my filthy-talking mouth, Sabrina says with a devious grin, “This needy little slut loves getting choked by your cock.”
The pace of her plunges quickens, the suction becoming more forceful. My dick knocks at the back of her throat, her mouth stretched and eyes watering at the exertion. I shove upward roughly, relishing the way she relaxes her throat to take more of me.
Holding my climax back is heaven and hell together.
Dammit, I have to stop. The first time I come inside my wife, I want to sink so deep she feels me everywhere.
Cupping her chin in my hands to tilt her head up, I put a stop to the best blow job of my life.
She looks confused. “Don’t you like it?” she asks.
How could she doubt that I do?
“Like it? I’m two shoves from exploding into your mouth.”
“Why don’t you?” This woman. Jesus, this woman.
“Because this can’t end yet. I want to make love to you, Sabrina.”
That’s a truth I hadn’t allowed myself to fully acknowledge till now.
Her features soften with warm affection. She rubs her jaw against my palm like a submissive kitten. It’s adorable and sexy and intoxicating. That she might want me as much as I want her was unimaginable hours prior.
Now?
I’m on a high I don’t want to come down from.
“I’ve got condoms in the bathroom.”
Regrettably, I’ll have to get out of the bed to fetch them.
“You don’t have any here?” she tilts her head toward my nightstand.
“My wife is the only woman who’s ever been on my bed.”
Sabrina looks puzzled and doubtful.
I’m not bullshitting. Any casual hookups through the years always occurred away from home.
Being the captain of an NHL team means there’s a lot of attention on me when I’m in Columbus.
To keep things casual, I might invite a woman to an event, though never for an actual date.
Hotel rooms and the occasional public quickie are part of being a hockey player with puck bunnies throwing themselves at you.
It was fun at first. But for the last few years, casual sex has felt like an unwelcome intrusion into my real life.
Now I know why. It turns out the one woman who has always been in my life is the same one who belongs in my bed.
I head to the medicine cabinet and grab a bunch of condoms. Stocking the nightstand sounds like a great idea.
Making a show of sheathing my rigid thickness, I relish Sabrina’s body quivering in anticipation. Her red lingerie is askew and her hair is a mess. With fiery eyes and a parted mouth, she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
Leaning over her, I pull a strap down her shoulder to expose her breast. She wiggles out of the fabric till there’s nothing but a swath of cloth over her belly.
Using my teeth, I pull it down. She lifts her hips to free the fabric.
I lick her seam a few times before trailing kisses upward.
When our bodies align, I grab my cock to swipe up and down her folds.
“Dex, please,” she whimpers. “Inside me, please.”
I want that so much, I can’t see straight. Sliding in slowly, I force myself to focus on her face. I refuse to miss a single second of her reaction when I take her. When I take my wife.
The moment our bodies join as one will forever be lodged in my memory. Sabrina’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. Giving her a few more inches, I seeks the wetness that swallows my cock.
“Oh my god, Dex, you’re so big,” she says before releasing a low moan.
“I’m not even halfway in,” I say smugly. “You ready for all of me?”
She doesn’t answer with words. Crashing her lips to mine, she pushes her hips up and takes me all the way.
Plunging my tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm as my cock, I claim her as mine.
With a controlled, steady thrust, I give her just enough force and friction to stay at the edge of an orgasm.
“More, Dex. Harder, please,” she groans and nips my bottom lip.
Sabrina begging does something to me. It’s impossible to hold back.
I tilt her head to the side so I can suck her neck, bite her shoulder, fist her hair. My hands squeeze her ass and angle her hips. Deeper, we crash against each other, grinding and groaning like animals. It’s primal and yet unbelievably intimate.
With a graze of my teeth against her ear, I whisper, “I’ve dreamed about this moment, Sabrina. And not once in all my fantasies was it ever this incredible. My wife takes my cock so perfectly.”
I chuckle at her hitched breath before pulling all the way out and slamming in.
“You’re.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.” Thrust.
It’s impossible to rein in control when she responds fervently, meeting my plunges with her legs wide, her walls vibrating, and her mouth whimpering “yes, yes, yes.” I invade deeper, sweat gathering between us. The sounds of heavy breathing and slapping skin fill the room.
“I’m there. Oh my god, oh—” Her walls clamp around my cock. She bites down on my shoulder to hold back a scream. I move inside her, trying to prolong her climax while holding back my own. Her limp arms fall outward but her hips remain lifted, welcoming my penetration.
“I want you on your knees. Every time you bend over, all I want to do is grab your round ass.”
Her eyes widen excitedly. “Every time?”
I recall the blissful torture of living with her: Sabrina reaching under the kitchen cabinets, or picking up her laundry basket, or checking the stove when she made gingerbread cookies.
There wasn’t an instance that my dick didn’t perk up, hoping for an invitation.
“Every time,” I confirm.
Her lips quirk in a half smile, half smirk. “Show me, Dex. Show me how much you want me.”
I pull out and sit on my heels, relishing the view of Sabrina getting on all fours and looking over her shoulder. Fuck, it’s glorious. My chest glides against her back.
“You want me to lose control? You sure about that?” Everything in my body tenses with sharp yearning.
Her response is to wiggle her ass against my cock and bob her head deliriously. “I want to know how it feels when you don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
I push her head down and cant her ass higher.
My cock is enveloped in her liquid heat with one powerful thrust. My wife, I chant in my head as I plunge in and out of her pussy.
My hands grip her hips tightly so I can thrust as deep as possible.
I look down at her buttocks jiggling with each shove, my thickness disappearing into her channel.
I close my eyes because it’s too much to look at and feel simultaneously.
My body refuses to hold back the invasion. I couldn’t if I tried. Faster and faster, my control crumbles. I plunder without restraint, chasing an explosion that will change everything.
“Dex, oh god, Dex.”
She pushes her face into the pillow to muffle her screams. We climax together, my hardness surging as she clenches around me.
We ride the ecstasy through its peak, prolonging the orgasm by continuing to grind against each other.
Rapture weakens our limbs and empties my body.
When pleasure is done barreling through us, we collapse on the bed.
It takes a beat before my vision refocuses. I watch her go to the bathroom and close the door. An anvil lands on my chest the same moment I recall her words before we made love.
Taking me in, helping with my treatments, giving me so much, she had said.
At face value, her words seem correct. Yet at a deeper level, there’s no such thing as “taking in” someone who has always belonged in your life.
I’m helping myself when I help her. The marriage is a favor for a friend and an amazing arrangement for me. And yet it is so much more than that. The marriage confirms we belong together. What is happening between us tonight is something I didn’t expect and could barely imagine.
However, living with her has made it impossible to deny the truth.
Sharing a home with Sabrina, knowing she’ll be there at the end of the day, and making love to her…
these have nothing to do with convenience or favors or friendship.
Tonight proves something I’ve always known but never fully acknowledged.
It’s always been her.
You’re too good for me, Dex.
Bullshit. We’re good for each other. We’re freaking made for each other.
Tonight, Sabrina is my wife in name, in body, and in my heart. There’s no point denying it now: I am deeply, hopelessly, and irrevocably in love with my wife.