Chapter Eight
Austin
Kayla goes limp in my arms as her long groan fills my ears like music, making me close to blowing my load. I move her back enough to work her leggings and panties down her ass. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she lifts her knee so I can work the leg down.
She stills as she stares at my wet crotch with pinched brows. “Did you come in your pants?”
I can’t help my snort. “Almost, but not quite. That’s all you sweetness.”
Her eyes widen, jerking to mine. “No way.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely all you. Sexiest damn thing ever,” I praise as I lift my hips to yank my gray sweats down enough to get my aching cock free.
Her eyes become hooded when I reach down and stroke my rock-hard length. I use my thumb to rub the moisture from the leaking tip down the shaft, and Kayla whimpers. Then she widens her knees, impaling herself on me, taking me to the hilt in one swift glide.
The feeling of complete rightness comes over me, as if I’ve come home from being away for far too long. Her wet, tight heat envelops me, and I focus on breathing, fighting the tingling at the base of my spine.
Once she’s fully seated, she begins to glide up and down, stopping to circle her hips at the bottom every few strokes in a move that has my eyes crossing. My fingers dig into the lush globes of her ass as I battle my impending release.
I lean in to capture a rosy-peaked nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it as her whimpers ramp up. Her inner walls flutter as she bounces on me. She’s completely uninhibited as she chases a second orgasm, and I fucking love it.
Being with her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced and certainly better than any of the dreams and fantasies I’ve had of her over the years.
The real life flesh and blood version is beyond expectations, and I am here for it.
There was a niggling worry at the back of my mind that reality might not match what I had built up so much, but that has been blown completely to smithereens.
My wife is a fucking sexual goddess, and it’s that thought that has my balls tightening. I slide my hips out slightly to change the angle, and her gasp and inner walls tightening tell me I’m hitting my target. I give a sharp smack to her ass and bite her other nipple.
Her juices flood my lap as she moans low and long, going taut in my arms. It’s then I let go and follow her over the edge in an orgasm so intense it has me gasping for breath and stars bursting beneath my eyelids.
My head falls back as I work to fill my lungs. Kayla slumps against me, sounding much the same. I place a kiss on her forehead, loving how she snuggles into me, reveling in the fact she is now mine in every way.
After a few minutes, she sits up. “I need a drink. My throat’s dry after that.” Her nose wrinkles as she peels herself off of me. “Apparently, I need a shower too.” She gasps as her eyes flick to mine. “We didn’t use a condom. I’m not on birth control.”
Seeing my cum dripping down her inner thighs had me immediately going hard again, but thinking about her pregnant with my baby has my heart swelling.
I stand up, pulling her into me, my hands framing her face as I hold her hazel eyes. “I’ve never not used protection before, and we’re married. You having my baby would be the only thing that could top what just happened here with us.”
She shakes her head. “It’s going to take some getting used to, hearing you talk like this.”
“Don’t worry, before you know it, you won’t remember what it was like before. Now let’s get you a drink and a shower. Now that I’ve fucked my wife, I want to make love to her. I’m going to take my time, learn every inch of this luscious body, and have you begging me to let you come.”
She whimpers, clenching her thighs. “Oh God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you talk like that.”
“I bet you will be before you know it because if you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking shameless when it comes to you.” I capture her mouth, taking my time to savor what is now mine.