Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
AUDREY
“Bo?” My voice is raspy from sleep as I reach between my legs and grip the head of hair that’s between them.
My question is answered. Of course it’s my husband between my legs and not the Domme that I was dreaming of.
He doesn’t let up on the suction to answer me, so I just give him some encouragement. “Fuck, yes, Bo! Right there!”
*I grind his head into my cunt with my grip on his hair, and the groan from him only has me doing both even harder.
His fingers are stretching me perfectly—not that I know how many are in me—and I wonder how long he’s been at it.
He moves them in and out of me while his mouth works over my clit in the way he knows I love.
“I’m coming, Bo! Fuck, I’m coming!” My body goes stiff from my orgasm, but he doesn’t stop there. Bo has to milk every ounce of orgasm out of me, no matter what, and this morning is no different.
Those fingers are still working in and out of me, and his pointed tongue is running side to side over my extremely sensitive bud. I push him by his hair, trying, but not succeeding, to get him away from the sensitive area.
Nothing is more of a turn-on than someone who enthusiastically eats pussy.
He gives me one more hard suck, causing yet another orgasm to rack through my body, before he slowly pulls his fingers from me and starts to trail kisses up my body.
He makes it to my ribs, placing his lips on each side, and murmurs, “Good morning, Darlin’.”
His lopsided grin and sleep-filled voice will always make my cunt throb, even if I did just finish—twice.
She’s a greedy little bitch, what can I say…
He places kisses on the bottom of each of my breasts before finally coming face to face with me. His hips grind into my center, and the underside of his hard, leaking cock slides between my folds. “Please fuck me, Bo.”
I’m not above begging for this man’s cock even after all these years. He knows exactly how to tease me and when to finally give in. One thing about our marriage, the sex between us has always been hot. We play one another’s bodies like an instrument we’re classically trained in.
His hand slides down between us to grip his cock as he coats himself in me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Darlin’.”
I answer with a soft smile because he is the best partner I could have asked for… but fuck, sometimes I wish he would degrade me. I just don’t know if he has that in him, though.
He finds my hole with the swollen tip of his cock and presses in just enough for me to stretch around him. My head tips back into my pillow, while I try to fuck myself onto his cock even more. “All of you, Bo, please.”
“Someone’s cock hungry this morning, aren’t they?” He pistons his hips forward, filling me completely. And a little whimper crawls up my throat at his words.
Because yes, yes, I am cock hungry. Now call me a whore, please.
He’s fucking into me in a punishing rhythm and with my legs wrapped around his waist, his pelvis and happy trail are rubbing my overly sensitive clit perfectly.
Happy trails are a woman’s best friend.
He slows his strokes, almost teasing, and tilts his head to the side slightly.
“Were you dreaming about our Miss again?” With every word, he pounds into me, clearly on a mission.
The top of his thighs slap the back of mine as he grits out, “Is that why your pussy was dripping before I even laid a finger on you?”
Another whimper makes its way out of me, and I bite my lip. The Domme is exactly who I was dreaming about, and it was her eating my cunt instead of my husband. I nod my head and whisper, “Yes, it was her…”
I’m not sure if it really was her or if it was just another random woman, but I know one thing: whoever it was, she wore a pink balaclava as she stared up at me while devouring my pussy, and the woman never even ate my cunt.
I mean fuck, I don’t have anything to compare it to, it’s only been Bo.
“We could go back to see if she’s still there…” There’s a sadness in his voice, not his own, but for me. He wants me to be happy at all times, and I am always with him—but my mind still likes to float back to that one night.
She’s still the only woman I have ever been with, but oddly enough, I don’t feel the need to go out and find anyone else.
It’s just her… And I know I shouldn’t feel this way about her.
She’s nothing more than a stranger. One taste of pussy—her pussy, specifically—and I can’t seem to get it out of my mind—even two years later.
“We can’t go back there, baby. That woman was just doing her job… It’s just a fond memory I get to revisit in my dreams.”
He searches my face for a moment before accepting my words. “Whatever you say, Darlin’. Now, are you ready to come on my cock?” He gives me that same crooked smile, and I know there’s a matching one on my face.
I reach down between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles, trying to pull an orgasm from myself this time. He starts to chase his too, leaning up to get on his knees, picking my ass up, holding me where he needs me. His thrusts speed up as he grunts and moans. My favorite sounds.
“Fill me up, Bo. Breed me.”
There’s no breeding me anymore after his vasectomy, but it’s always hot to pretend.
A few more thrusts from him and circles of my fingers, and I’m milking his cock of everything he’ll give me. “Fuck, yes, Darlin’. I’m filling you up!”
I feel his cock pulsing inside of me as his thrusts stutter to a stop. He carefully lowers my hips back down to the bed, slowly pulling his cock from me. Then he’s sliding down my body as I watch with rapt attention. “I’m going to have to clean up the mess I’ve made.”
And that he does.
His tongue slips into my dripping hole.
I groan at the filthy image.
I fucking love my husband.
* REMIND ME - Chase Atlantic