Chapter 2
My pulse is still thrumming as I let myself into our room, and I’m ready to jump Trent as soon as he walks in.
The sexy stranger got me revved up, and I’m ready to start the weekend of baby-making.
All traces of my desire to stretch out have faded, and I scan the room to figure out the best way to present myself for Trent, in the hopes he’ll take the offering.
The room is elegant and the bed is tempting, but I don’t want to risk falling asleep if he takes a while downstairs.
There is a couch against the far wall that conveniently faces the door.
Letting my luggage tip over onto the floor, I peel my clothes off as fast as I can.
Everything gets tossed into a pile on the suitcase, and when I’m naked, I grab a fluffy towel from the bathroom and spread it out on the couch cushions before sitting down and opening my legs as wide as I can.
If everything goes according to plan, this couch is about to get incredibly messy.
Leaning against the back of the couch, I cup my generous breasts and play with my nipples, imagining it’s Trent’s mouth creating the pleasurable sensation.
My pussy needs attention too, so I slip a hand down between my slick folds, gathering moisture before focusing on my clit. Mmmm, now this is more like it.
Bliss builds in my core, and my soft moans fill the room.
When I press a finger inside my pussy, I try to picture it’s Trent making love to me, but the face of Mr. Gorgeous from the elevator shimmers behind my eyelids, and he’s fucking me while Trent sucks on my nipple at the same time.
Well, this is a hot fantasy. I push aside any doubts that I shouldn’t be imagining another guy fucking me on my anniversary weekend and focus on the delight swirling in my body.
Mr. Gorgeous speeds up his fucking, and I work my pussy faster to match the naughty daydream. I arch my back and curl my toes against the carpet from an extra strong ping of pleasure. Fuuuck, if Trent doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to come without him.
I’m so engrossed in playing with myself I don’t notice Trent come in. The sound of bags hitting the floor alerts me to his presence, and I open my eyes and give him a saucy grin.
“Hey, you’re just in time. Want to join me?”
He gives me a weary smile and starts unbuttoning his shirt as he strolls to the couch. “I expected to find you passed out on the bed by now. I thought you were tired.”
Removing my finger from my pussy, I spread the moisture around my clit and enjoy watching Trent strip. “I was, but once I got up here, all I could think about was your cock.”
Technically it was the handsome stranger’s cock, but he doesn’t need to know that part.
He doesn’t take his shirt off once it’s unbuttoned, and his bare chest peeks out while he works on removing his pants and boxers.
Yeah, Trent is far from having a six-pack, but he still turns me on after seven years together.
Sure, a nice, sculpted body is fun to touch, but after all the bad boys I dated in college, finding a stable guy was exactly what I needed.
Once his pants and boxers are off, I beckon him over to me with the hand that was on my breast. “Come here, you. I’ll help you relax, and we can start our vacation off with a bang.”
He chuckles. “A bang, eh? I like the sound of that, but if you want all this sexiness, you’re going to have to ride me.”
I’m fairly certain it’s his turn to be on top, but I don’t remind him.
No way in hell am I ruining my chance of getting his cock inside me, and he looks tired so he might say no otherwise.
I stop playing with my clit and haul myself off the couch.
My legs are wobbly from being so close to coming, and I take a moment to steady myself before moving to him and tugging on his neck to make him lean down for a deep kiss.
I pour all my pent-up desire into him and glide my hands along his chest as I devour his mouth.
After so many years, we’ve lost a bit of the heat in the bedroom.
Sex is fun, but more of a comfortable sameness after you’ve explored every part of the other person’s body and you know exactly how to get them off.
There are rarely any surprises anymore, and it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted him this badly.
I’m not sure what’s gotten into me tonight, but I need it rough and hot.
Breaking off the kiss, I push him onto the couch.
“Whoa!” Trent laughs as I climb on top.
Wasting no time, I grab his cock and guide him to the entrance of my wet pussy.
One swift downward press, and I impale myself on his shaft.
His groan mingles with mine as bliss ripples down to my toes.
God, this is exactly what I needed, and with me on top, I’m going to take everything I want and not stop until I orgasm.
Grabbing his hands, I shove them against my tits as I ride his cock. I hold his shoulders as he plays with my nipples, and pleasure flickers through me with each downward stroke along his full length. I set a punishing pace and rotate my hips, rocking back and forth as the ecstasy builds.
“I want you so bad, honey,” I whimper as I chase my orgasm.
His cock is average sized and isn’t as big as a lot of my past boyfriends’, but he’s still able to reach that magical spot deep inside me.
Sometimes I miss the fullness of a massive cock, but most of the time it doesn’t matter.
If Trent doesn’t get me off with his cock, he knows how to work his tongue to finish the job.
My body is on fire, and I need to come so desperately that I’m focused only on my goal, and grind the base of his shaft.
The room spins as I get closer and closer to the tipping point, and I slam into him so hard the couch creaks.
I don’t give a flying fuck if we break the couch, and if we do, I’ll make Trent explain at checkout.
Trent grabs my hips, and my breasts bounce close to his face while he attempts to thrust up to meet me. I’m almost lost in a sexual haze, but I can tell by his moans that he’s getting close to coming so I speed up. I need to beat him there.
“I’m going to come,” he moans. “Fuck!”
Oh, no he doesn’t. I ride him with wild abandon, not caring about anything but my need as the electricity builds in my core. Clasping his shoulders tightly, I slam down on him while he groans in what sounds like pain.
His cock throbs right before he comes, and the warmth of his seed spurs me on. I hammer against him, so close to my orgasm that I don’t care when he grunts in pain. Shit, I might not come!
I close my eyes and picture that I’m riding Mr. Gorgeous with a gigantic cock.
When Mr. Gorgeous flips me over and takes control in my fantasy, imagining his cock drilling into me shoots me over the edge.
Crying out, I quiver around Trent’s cock as waves of rapture wash over me.
I slow down as the orgasm turns into soft tremors of bliss, and I mash my wet pussy against Trent’s softening cock a few more times before finally stopping.
I’m shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of my need, and my breath is ragged as I lean my forehead against his.
We’re both addlebrained from the euphoria and stay silent. When my head clears, my chest tightens and I try to avoid thinking about how I orgasmed to the fantasy of another man. The wetness leaking out of me snaps me out of my stupor.
Fuck!
Scrambling off Trent, I beeline for the bed, lie on my back and raise my feet above my head. I’m sure Trent has a graphic view of my dripping pussy from his position on the couch. Oh well, we’ve been married long enough. He’s seen it all at this point.
My doctor told me it’s an old wives’ tale that putting my feet up helps, but I’m so desperate to get pregnant, I’d try anything at this point. I better not have lost too much of his cum. I close my eyes and will his seed to make its way to my fertile womb. Please, God, make it happen this weekend.
Trent removes his shirt and stretches out on the bed next to me. “Wow, that was hot. You were right about starting with a bang!”
“Uh huh,” I murmur as I continue to concentrate on willing his swimmers to get to their destination.
Shit, I should have applied the special lubricant before he got to the room.
We’ve been trying for a baby for over a year with no success, and we found out that Trent’s sperm count is our problem.
The doctors said we should still try because it might happen naturally, but they recommended we consider fertility treatment.
I don’t want the pain and expense of IVF treatment, but if I don’t get pregnant this weekend, Trent and I are going to have a heart-to-heart about trying IVF.
My body tenses as I contemplate how uncomfortable the talk with Trent will be.
He’s been optimistic, and I don’t want him to feel inadequate.
Shit, I need to stop worrying about something that might never happen.
The doctor says the more we stress about getting pregnant, the less likely it will happen.
I giggle when Trent strokes the side of my exposed ass. “What got into you tonight?”
“Maybe I just needed you,” I joke.
He and I both know I’m not normally like this, but no way in hell am I telling him I got horny for another guy and took out my aggression on him.
He beams. “I knew you wanted all this sexiness. I’m so hot you can’t keep your hands off me.”
I snort. Yeah, I did all the heavy lifting, and all he did was lie there. He’s soooo going to be on top next time so I don’t risk losing any of his cum. He snuggles against me, and I lower my legs slowly and relax and roll onto my side so we can spoon.
Contentment spreads through me. I love Trent so much, and he makes me feel safe.
The guy in the elevator would not be safe, and I dislike my body’s response since it reminds me too much of my old boyfriend’s hold over me.
I put up with way too much for amazing sex back then, but I’m a different woman now.
I’m not the naive girl in college who will spread her legs for any guy promising a thrill.
Trent nuzzles my neck. “Stop thinking so much, and relax.”
Shit, he’s right. I snuggle closer to him. “I’m relaxing, I swear.”
His, “Mmm hmm,” doesn’t sound like he’s convinced.
Wiggling my ass against him, I force myself to unwind.
“Stop that,” he growls playfully when my ass brushes against his cock.
I give him my cutest, “Oops, sorry,” before settling down.
We’re both silent for a moment, and he yawns. “Did you want to go down to the restaurant for dinner?”
I’m drained, and his yawn triggers one from me. “Um, how about we nap first?”
His drowsy, “Sounds good,” means he’s already halfway there, so I close my eyes and snooze with him.