Chapter 29 Hollis #2
“God, no. I just want to take you out on a date.”
“A date?”
I laugh. “You say the words like it’s a foreign concept to you.”
Her arms wrap around my neck. “I understand the concept. I just wonder if it’s maybe a little backward. Aren’t you supposed to do the dates first, then get married?”
“Nah,” I reply, kissing her slow and sweet. “I think the way we did it worked out just fine.”
She rolls her hips as our kiss turns heated. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I groan. It’s been mere hours since I had her, and I feel fucking desperate to be inside her again. I’ve never felt like this before.
It’s addictive.
“About that rain check?” I say, my breath ragged. “Can I cash it in now?”
She’s already got her sweatshirt halfway off. “Fuck yes. We can go on our date when we’re done.”
Sounds good to me.
She tosses the sweatshirt onto the floor. I give her a once-over. She’s completely naked from the waist up. “Were you braless this entire time?”
She shrugs. “They’re uncomfortable. I rarely wear one when I’m not at work.”
I eye her perfectly round tits. Tits I spent all fucking morning sucking and licking. “I’m so glad I didn’t know that before today.”
“There are a lot of things I’m glad I didn’t know about you until today,” she says, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. “It would have made this friendship thing a hell of a lot more difficult.”
I help her out by lifting my arms. She yanks the shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor.
Her eyes sweep over my upper body appreciatively.
I’ve always worked out to keep in shape, but seeing the way she looks at me makes those hours on the treadmill worth it for an entirely different reason. “Yeah? Like what?”
“Like how you like to dirty talk in bed.”
“I do not.” Do I?
“Uh…yeah, you do, sweet husband. And it’s hot as hell.”
“I just say what I’m thinking.”
She rolls her hips, and I let out a hiss when her body rubs against mine. “And what are you thinking?”
“Right now?” I ask.
She nods.
“Right now, I’m thinking that I’ve already had you in this position today.
And although it was really fucking good, what I’d really want to do is rip these leggings off and fuck your tight little cunt hard and fast against that wall over there.
” I pause, sliding my hands underneath her ass. “Was that dirty enough for you?”
She bobs her head up and down with enthusiasm.
“Good.”
I rise from the couch, with her wrapped around my torso.
I walk us over to the living room wall and press her back against it.
She unhooks her legs from my waist and puts her feet on the floor, watching me.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of those skin-tight leggings, I slide them off her hips until they’re a heap on the floor.
I know it’s only been a few hours, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sight of my wife naked. I’ve been dreaming of what she might look like under all those clothes for years, but my fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing.
She’s still got tan lines from the summer, reminding me of her birthday and the night of our wedding. Her silky blonde hair is so long that it nearly reaches her small waist. I reach out and brush it over her shoulder, exposing those rosy nipples I’m obsessed with.
I reach for my belt buckle.
She licks her fucking lips as she watches me undress. As soon as my pants hit the floor, she pounces. She grabs my shoulders, and suddenly I’m the one against the wall.
“Change of plans,” she announces.
“What?”
“It’s just that we’ve fucked three times today, and all day, I’ve been dying to do this one thing.”
She drops to her knees.
“Oh shit.”
She looks up at me, and I about lose my fucking mind.
“When you went down on me, you asked me what I liked.”
“And you told me all you wanted were my hands on you.”
Mischief twinkles in her eyes. “Is that what you want, Hollis? Just my hands on you? Or do you want my mouth too?”
“The only reason I ever want you on your knees is when you’re using that pretty mouth to suck my dick.” I give her a wolfish grin. “But feel free to use your hands. I like those too.”
She mutters something about holy trifecta, but all thoughts are lost the second she rises up and runs her tongue along the sensitive tip of my cock, lapping up the beads of pre-cum leaking out.
I let out a low groan, my head lulling back against the wall with a loud thunk. But I jerk back when I feel her wet mouth close over my shaft and suck.
“Jesus,” I drawl, watching as she works to take all of me. It’s a struggle, but she manages. She runs the tip of her tongue along the thick vein underneath as her hand reaches up to cup my balls. “Pres,” I moan, running my hands through her silky hair.
She pulls back. “Fuck my face.”
Now who’s the dirty talker?
She takes me back into her mouth, only this time, her jaw is loose. She wraps her hands around my thighs as I grip her head.
I thrust into her. She moans.
“Touch yourself, Pres. Get yourself off.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She spreads her legs and works two fingers into her pussy. I swear my dick gets harder just watching her.
My hips surge forward, fucking her face just like she asked. Her mouth is so warm. So wet. So fucking mine.
Her moans turn frantic. My spine starts to tingle. “Pres, I’m gonna come.”
Her eyelids start to flutter, and I know she’s right there with me. I let go, shooting my release into the back of my wife’s throat as she writhes below me.
She swallows and then wipes the corner of her mouth, smirking. “Now, about that date.”