Forty
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CLOSER - NINE INCH NAILS
OWEN - JULY 26, 2014
I unzip the end pocket of the overnight bag and pull out the satin black bag I packed this morning. I bought the toy a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been dying to use it on my wife. I know she’s going to love it.
I turn back to see her beautiful form exactly where I left her like the good girl she is. She arches an eyebrow, does her best to stay still but I don’t miss the way her thighs rub together. She’s desperate for some sort of friction.
But I have something else in mind.
I can see the wheels turning in her head trying to figure out what is in the little black bag I carry in my hand. It’s obviously not a large toy, that much she can already tell. Her anticipation of what’s inside it excites me.
Before Callie, I never really gave much thought to defining my kinks. I just knew what I liked and what I was willing to explore, I never put a label on it, but according to my wife, I’m a bit of a pleasure Dom. I get off watching her get off, and I plan to watch that happen a whole lot tonight.
My dick strains against my zipper as I take in her sheer beauty: her perfect tits, her thick thighs, her hourglass figure. I can’t see it from this angle, but I know I’m going to worship her perfect ass tonight as well. I haven’t decided yet if tonight is the night I take that too. It’s something she’s hinted at wanting before, but we have yet to do together. It’s something I’ve never done at all.
But fuck, do I want to.
“Do you trust me?” I know it’s a silly question, but I want to hear what she says in the heat of the moment.
She nods enthusiastically before she speaks. “With everything I have, husband.”
“Good girl. Now, close your eyes,” I say as I kneel back down in front of her, returning to the position I was in after taking off her dress.
She obliges and I help her to step the rest of the way out of the gown, lifting each of her legs slowly before tossing it away. With her standing in front of me, I pull the toy out of the black satin bag and click the button to power it on, but I don’t activate any of the settings quite yet.
Instead, I set the toy on top of the bag on the floor next to me so I can grab it when I am ready. I’m going to feast on her first.
She keeps her eyes closed as I run my hands up her thighs, tracing her slit on each side with my thumbs as she whimpers, still on edge from before. “Already so needy for me, aren’t you, wife?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice shaking as I continue to play with her, sliding one of my thumbs inside her tight hole as I place a kiss to her clit. Her hands make their way to the back of my head, pulling me closer as I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth and slowly move my thumb in and out of her pussy.
Her moans fill the cabin as she chases her orgasm and just as she’s about to come undone on my tongue, I pick up the toy beside me and place the rose against her clit, turning on the suction in one swift movement as it starts to vibrate against her.
“Oh my God! Oh my–”
“Not God, Kitty.”
“Daddy, please! Please let me come.”
“That’s it. Come apart for me. Show me what a good little cum whore my wife is.”
Her body spasms and she struggles to stay standing as she comes undone completely. She leans over and grabs my shoulders to hold herself steady while I continue to work the toy over her clit.
When her first orgasm subsides, I pick her up as I stand. Her legs wrap around me as I carry her the short distance to the bed. The toy in my hand vibrates against her thigh and she devours my neck, nipping and sucking and wanting.
I set her down on the edge of the bed and turn the toy off before tossing it next to her. Callie scrambles to get to my belt with desire filling her beautiful green eyes. I can’t help the deep chuckle that escapes my lips as she undoes the buckle.
“Such a needy girl for me,” I tease, wrapping my hand gently but firmly around her throat and forcing her to look up at me. “Are you going to suck my cock, Kitty?”
“Yes, please,” she begs, pulling my dick from my black boxer briefs as my pants fall to the floor. I groan as she wraps her perfect rose-colored lips around me while my fingers tangle in her hair. It’s in a loose braid, my favorite style, and I’m careful not to ruin her hair completely as I push her mouth further down my hard length.
“Get the toy,” I command and she looks up at me with shock.
She releases me with a pop. “I’m not sure I can handle–”
“Get the fucking toy. Turn it on. And rub it against that pretty little pussy for me while you suck my cock like a good wife.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She does as she was told, placing the toy against her clit for me while her mouth returns to my dick. She wiggles a bit to get the right angle with the toy and as soon as the suction hits her bundle of nerves in just the right spot, she lets out a loud whimper around my cock.
I stroke her hair as I begin to thrust my hips faster. She gags when I hit the back of her throat and continues to moan around me, her pleasure becoming increasingly more intense.
“Turn it up.” Again, she looks up at me with concern. Fuck, she looks so beautiful with my dick in her mouth. I want to see how long I can keep this going. How long can she tolerate the toy before she’s begging for me to take her pussy?
She clicks the top button on the toy once and the buzzing quickens; she writhes. Her hips work back and forth on the edge of the bed and she sucks my cock while she chases another orgasm. I pull my shirt off over my head in one swift movement. I want a better view of her taking me into her mouth completely.
“Do you want to come?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.
She quickly nods, her mouth still full as she sucks.
“What do you say?”
“P-P-Plea-ease,” she begs again, struggling to get the word out.
“That’s my girl. Come all over the toy for me. I want to see your hand dripping when you’re done.”
Even her mouth tightens around me as she comes and I slide over her tongue, straight to the back of her throat as she moans around me. I am pleased to say her hand is glistening with her wetness as her second orgasm comes to an end. She looks up at me as I pull out of her mouth and lean down to kiss her.
I take the toy out of her hand and help her scoot back so she’s laid out on the bed in front of me. I hover over her for a moment before pressing the toy to her clit once more. Her back arches and she moans, “That feels too fucking good.”
“There’s no such thing as making you feel too good,” I assure her as I use my other hand to slowly slide two fingers inside of her, working her g-spot when I curl my fingers up.
“I–I beg to d-differ,” she says with a little laugh as she pushes her body down, urging my fingers deeper.
“Such a needy little cunt you have,” I tease. “Do you want my cock now, Kitty?”
She nods so quickly I’m surprised she doesn’t give herself whiplash. I remove my fingers from her in a painstakingly slow movement.
Her frustrated whimper sends a bolt of satisfaction through me as I bring my fingers to my lips, sucking them clean while her wide, desperate eyes follow the motion. Her lips part, her chest heaving, and I know I have her exactly where I want her.
“Patience,” I murmur, letting my voice drip, rich with promise. “I’ll give you everything you need. I’m going to take my time with you.”
Her body trembles beneath me, her thighs falling further apart, an unspoken plea for more. I press the tip of my cock against her slick heat, barely brushing her clit, and watch her entire body jolt in response. Slowly, I slide myself through her wetness, teasing her, drawing out the moment until she’s arching her back, chasing more.
“Please,” she breathes, her voice raw and pleading, her hands gripping at the sheets. “I need you inside me.”
“Do you?” I ask, the corner of my mouth curving into a smirk as I ease just the head inside her, pausing there. Her tight heat surrounds me, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from giving in too soon. “You want to feel me stretch you open?”
“Yes!” Her voice cracks on the word, her hips rising to take more of me, but I hold her down with firm hands, my control absolute.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” I murmur, pulling back and thrusting shallowly, just enough to keep her on edge. “You’re going to take every inch, but you’ll do it at my pace.”
She moans in frustration, her nails digging into my forearms, but I can see the surrender in her eyes. Her body relaxes under my touch. Slowly, torturously, I push deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully buried inside her. The sound she makes, between a gasp and a moan, is pure heaven.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling along her pulse. Her hands slide up my back, holding me closer as her hips start to move against mine.
“More,” she breathes, her voice a soft, needy plea. “I need more.”
I start to move, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her walls tighten around me with every stroke, and I can feel her body reacting, her breathing hitching as I angle my hips to hit the spot that makes her cry out.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her skin, my hand slipping between us to find her clit. I circle it with light, teasing pressure, and her entire body shudders. “Feel how good you are for me? So perfect. So ready.”
She’s a mess beneath me, her moans turning into incoherent whimpers as I keep up the slow, steady pace, my fingers matching the rhythm of my hips. I take my time, savoring every gasp, every tremor, every way her body responds to mine.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I say, leaning back to watch her. Her head is thrown back, her hair fanned out around her, her lips parted as she fights to catch her breath. “So fucking beautiful.”
Her hands fly to my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as her legs wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’m—I’m so close,” she gasps, her voice breaking.
“Good girl,” I growl, quickening my thrusts, enough to push her over the edge. “Come for me, Kitty. Let me feel you.”
Her release hits her like a storm, her body arching off the bed, her walls clenching around me so tightly it’s almost too much. Her cries fill the room, and I keep moving, drawing it out, refusing to let her come down too soon.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough with need as I watch her fall apart beneath me. “You’re so perfect. Where do you want my cum?”
“Inside me,” she pants.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m dying to see her belly round with my baby. I don’t last much longer after that. Her body pulls me under, dragging me into my own release as I thrust deep, spilling into her with a guttural moan. I press my forehead to hers, our breathing ragged and uneven as the waves of pleasure wash over us.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. I stay inside her, our bodies pressed together, her soft breaths brushing against my neck.
“Still think there’s such a thing as feeling too good?” I murmur, brushing her damp hair back from her face, my lips grazing hers.
She laughs softly, my favorite sound. “If there is, I hope you keep testing the limits.”
“Don’t worry, wife,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, and finally her forehead. “I’m just getting started.”