30. Paige
Talk - Hozier
Once the party has died down and the last guest has left, my husband and I share one more dance under the string lights on the deck. The last notes fade out as Cade takes my hand and leads me into the house, locking the patio doors and turning off the lights on the way to our room. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation and need.
As the bedroom door comes into view, my heart starts to beat harder in my chest. Cade pushes inside and my eyes catch on every surface in the room. Scattered throughout are delicate twinkling tea lights and wildflowers. Cade steps in behind me and gently traces my shoulders with his fingertips as I angle my head to lean into his chest.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” he counters, as his fingers find the laces of my gown. Peering over my shoulder at my husband, I hold the bodice against my chest, allowing him to unlace my corset before letting it drop to the floor. Cade turns me to face him, taking in the barely there lace strapless bra hugging my bre asts, their natural shape adorned with intricate flowers. The matching lace thong has bows on the sides, accentuating the dips of my full hips. Cade’s tongue traces his bottom lip as he takes in the garter belt that sits snugly over my hips and belly, with thin straps holding up sheer thigh-high stockings topped with lace bands etched in floral motifs.
His eyes fill with heat as they track from my stocking covered legs to my breasts, stopping to meet my eyes for a moment before he cages my face in his hands and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss. Consuming me; claiming me. I gasp and his tongue dips in to mingle with mine, my hands traveling to the buttons of his trousers, intending to free the straining erection I can feel pushing against my belly.
“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much I need you right now.”
We work together to strip Cade out of his suit before I lower myself to my knees in front of him. My fingers find the band of his underwear and pull them down over his thighs as his impressive length springs free. I circle his shaft with my right hand and apply a few languid strokes, not missing the pre-cum leaking from the tip. I take the head into my mouth, his salty, sweet taste hitting my tongue as my hand continues stroking him. He lets out a groan as I take his cock to the back of my throat. His eyes are closed, head tilted to the ceiling in ecstasy. Not hesitating long enough to reconsider the thought that overtakes my mind, I pull back to speak, “Fuck my face.”
It’s not posed as a question and his eyes snap open to meet mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Cad e
Her breathy encouragement is all I need to thread my fingers through her curls and palm the back of her head. She gives me a small nod in confirmation as I plunge my cock to the back of her throat. I bottom out over and over and my wife takes everything I have to give her.
“Fuck, baby, if we keep going like this, I’m going to come.” I expect her to pull away at my warning, but somehow I underestimated her. Instead, she takes me to the back of her throat again and my orgasm rips through me. Ropes of cum fill her mouth and she swallows it all.
“That’s my good girl.”
Hunger fills her expression at the sound of my praise. I take her hand and help her off the floor, regretting that I didn’t think to provide her with a pillow for her knees. She laces our fingers together as she kicks off her shoes and leads me over to sit at the foot of the bed. She unclips her garters and pulls her thong down her legs, kicking it off to the side before straddling my hips. I can feel her slick heat against my still hard cock as she positions the tip at her opening. I lean back on my elbows as she places her hands on my chest to steady herself before sliding down, one inch at a time. “You feel so good, baby. Keep going. Take what you need.”
She seats herself fully and starts to rock her hips back and forth. Time stands still as I watch in awe, face full of adoration as she fucks me faster. Changing up her pace, she moves her hips in a circular motion. I sit up and place my hands on her hips, bringing our faces back together for a languid kiss laced with desperation. Lifting us off the bed, I turn to lay her gently on the already rumpled sheets. Crawling into position above her, I gently cup her cheek, “I love you, Sunshine.”
That’s our last tender moment before we’re a tangled mess of limbs. I flip her onto her belly, positioning her on all fours, exactly the way she likes it. I begin stro king my hard length along her center until she’s writhing with need then I plunge into her pussy from behind before laying a hard slap down on her right cheek. She moans a deep sultry sound before I do the same to the other side, both cheeks now adorned with matching handprints leaving no question who she belongs to. I feel her pussy clench on contact.
“Fuck, Cade,” she moans.
“That’s it, wife . Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. Fuuuuck.” Her words are coarse, but it’s exactly what I want to hear. I fist her hair as I lift her upper body and snake an arm around her waist, not letting up as I fuck her into oblivion. I dip my mouth to her neck and lick a trail to her ear before whispering, “play with your clit and come for you husband, baby.”
She doesn’t need any more encouragement, as she glides a hand between her thighs. It doesn’t take long before she convulses, my crushing embrace the only thing keeping her from collapsing as shudders wrack her body, her pussy strangling my cock. Familiar sparks crawl up my spine as a sign of my impending release. I quickly pull out, her upper body crashing down to rest on her elbows, and I come all over her back in a powerful orgasm.
I want to memorize the sight before me. My wife on all fours, gorgeous round ass in the air, cum painting her cheeks and lower back. I take a mental picture before I retreat to the bathroom and return with a warm, wet washcloth. Cleaning my release from her body, I roll her onto her side before joining her, placing her hand on my chest as she rests her head over my heart — the one that irrevocably belongs to her now.