39. Lance
thirty-nine
Lance
Present
I’m in hell.
Like every other morning I spend with Gwen, she moans in her sleep and grinds her ass over my cock. This is about the time I slip out of bed and jump into the cold pool and swim laps.
Today there is no escaping her torture.
We are still in the living room, on her sofa bed thing, and have somehow shifted onto our sides. My top arm is draped over her waist, and my bottom arm is trapped under her head as she uses it like a pillow.
If I could, I’d stay like this all day, with her in my arms. But Gwen has work. She would kick my ass if I let her sleep in and get to the stadium late.
“Gwen,” I whisper.
She whimpers but doesn’t move. I grip her hip, squeezing it, as I shift mine away from her delectable ass and kiss the back of her exposed shoulder. She must have taken off my hoodie in her sleep.
A smile spreads across my face thinking about her wearing my hoodie last night. I can’t help wondering when she had time to steal it.
I squeeze her hip again. Her breathing has changed, and I can sense the beginning of her waking up. “Gwen, time to get up.”
“I don’t want to,” she pouts, her voice raspy with sleep.
“I don’t want to either.”
“But we have to,” she grumbles.
“Yup.”
“Being an adult sucks.”
My shoulders shake with laughter. “It’s not so bad.”
“That’s because you have the day off.”
“True.”
“Five more minutes.” She burrows into my arm and slides her body backward, bumping my hard cock with the crack of her ass cheeks.
Fuck. Please don’t freak out.
I clench my eyes shut and brace myself for her to jump out of bed and run away. It gets so quiet in the room I could probably hear a mouse fart.
Second tick by.
Gwen doesn’t run.
She lies still in my arms.
Too much time has passed, and now I have no fucking clue what to say.
Gwen bursts out in a fit of giggles. “You poked me in the butt.”
“Nope. You poked yourself. I was nowhere near your ass. You moved.”
“It’s fine. I get it. Morning wood.” She shrugs.
Is waking up with a hard dick in the morning natural? Of course. But if she thinks I’m hard because of biology, she’s wrong.
I’m raging hard because all I can think about is sinking into her tight pussy and fucking her until she comes all over my cock, screaming my name.
“Roll over and look at me.” With tentative movements, she turns to face me. “That’s not morning wood.”
“It’s not?” She glances at my cock.
I tilt her chin up. “No, little witch, that’s my dick wanting to get inside you.”
“He must want to be inside me really badly.”
It’s not just my dick that wants her. Every part of me screams for this woman. To be near her. Hold her. Kiss her. I want everything with her.
“You have no idea.”
Her pupils dilate, and her chest rises and falls faster. That pink tongue of hers swipes across her lips, making them shiny and even more tempting.
She has an inkling.
I push the curls off her face, taking her in. Little wrinkles mark her cheeks from sleeping on my arm, and her thick curls fall around her face in waves.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She places her hand on my hip and slides closer, bringing us chest to chest and center to center.
“Careful,” I warn as my eager cock jerks in delight at her closeness.
“I’m tired of being careful.”
“What does that mean?”
The heat of her hand sinks into my body as her hand travels from my waist to my chest. Her aqua eyes sparkle, and a small smile curves her lips up to one side. “It means I want you too, Lance.”
I sink my fingers into her hair. “Hope you know it’s not just my dick that wants you.
I want you. I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you.
You, my little witch, have cast a spell on me.
I’m yours. I know you’re not ready to hear that, but I don’t care.
There isn’t a counterspell on the planet that’s going to change my mind. I want you. And only you.”
“Lance?” she asks, wrapping her palm around my neck.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
The words are barely past her lips as I crash my mouth to hers in a hard kiss. Fisting her hair, I tug, begging her to open up. To give me more.
She does.
She tastes like sugar donuts and something else, unique to only her. Something floral and powdery, like her perfume. It’s intoxicating.
I pour everything I’ve got into our kiss.
Our tongues twist and twirl in equal, feverish measure. Gwen lifts her leg and drapes it over my hip, digging her heel into my ass as she rubs her pussy over my stiff shaft. Rocking and searching for friction.
I roll onto my back, taking her with me. Her long legs fall to either side of my body as she slides forward and back over me. I grip her hair harder as I devour her mouth, begging her not to stop. To use me as she sees fit.
Sexy moans of pleasure tickle the back of her throat as she rides me, pushing my shirt up. Only breaking our connection for a second, I jackknife up, tugging my shirt off and throwing it to the side, not bothering to see where it lands.
The only thing that matters is the goddess straddling me.
Her hard breaths and soft moans fill the air.
Releasing her hair, I slide my hands under the thin fabric of her tank top, cupping her breasts in my large palms. Her nipples are hard and begging to be teased. I rub my thumbs over the hardened peaks. Her hips buck at my touch.
Not wanting to hurt her but also give her what she wants, I gently pinch her tender nipples. Gwen cries out and pushes her palms into my chest, bearing down on my cock as she dry-fucks me. My balls contract and my cock weeps as Gwen rides me, using me for her pleasure.
Fighting back my orgasm, I concentrate on Gwen’s body. Her needs. Because the next time I come, it’s going to be inside her.
She’s close to coming. I can feel it. Her nails dig into my pecs, and her legs shake as she swivels her hips.
I give her nipples one last soft pinch, and she comes with a moan in my mouth. I swallow the delicious sound, savoring its flavor on my tongue.
Our kiss slows to an end. She drops her forehead into the crook of my neck, her warm breath tickling it.
“That was hot as fuck,” I say, sucking in air and drawing lazy patterns on her silky-soft skin.
“I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”
“Never apologize for using your husband to come.”
She rears back and looks at me. Lip trapped between her teeth, she searches my face for something.
I flay myself open, laying my feelings all out for her to see.
Gwen is my wife, and I am her husband.
“How do you feel this morning?”
“Better now.” She grins. “Didn’t know orgasms make cramps feel better.”
A grin splits my face, and I wiggle my eyebrows at her. She giggles, and the sound is like fuel in my gas tank. “Happy to be of service.”
“Is it bad that I want more?”
“Orgasms? Hell no. I always want more with you. And if you want more orgasms, I will lie here and let you rub all up on me. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“What if I want more?” She looks away, embarrassed by her question. That pink hue on her cheeks reappears.
My dick twitches. She can’t be hinting at more, more, right? Because I am so fucking in. I’ll take whatever scraps of affection Gwen will give me; I’m that greedy for her.
“Look at me.” Gwen returns her gaze to mine.
I cup her face, running my thumb over her luscious lips.
“Anything you want. It’s yours. A few months ago, you asked me to fuck you in the back of a dirty cab in an alley in New York, and I did.
Ask for what you want, Gwen. I promise I’ll give it to you. ”