40. Gwen
forty
Gwen
Present
“I promise I’ll give it to you.”
I stare down into Lance’s blue eyes and watch them darken like a stormy sea, tempting me to dip my toes in, only to trick me and drag me under. Drown me in their tumultuous tides of ecstasy.
The last time he looked at me like this, I ran out on him.
For weeks, I have been running away from the storm. Fighting my attraction to Lance.
It’s exhausting.
I’m done running. Done fighting. Not only against him, but myself too.
I want Lance, and if I can put my fears aside, I can see that he wants me to.
All the little signs were there. The nonstop texts throughout the day.
The calls that last for hours when he’s traveling.
He bought a TV for his bedroom because he knows I like watching weird documentaries before bed, a cabinet full of syrups for my coffee to fit my mood, and donut deliveries every morning for breakfast. He even freaking shows up with period presents to make me feel better.
This man has been giving me everything since I married him.
Now, Lance is here, lying beneath me, promising me anything my body—and maybe even my heart—desires.
All I have to do is jump.
And somehow jumping feels much easier than running and fighting.
“Ask me,” he repeats, rubbing his thumb over my lips.
Here goes nothing.
Like I did in the back of the cab, I ask for what I want. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Please?”
“I love it when you ask so politely.” He curls his fingers around my neck and tugs my face to his for a deep kiss. His free hand squeezes my hip, urging me to roll my hips over his thick length.
“Bed or shower?” he asks between kisses.
“Hmm,” I moan as he nips my ear and sucks the sting away.
Concentrate, Gwen.
I push Lance back to look him in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I’ve always been highly aroused during my period, but I’ve yet to find a partner secure enough to explore having sex with me during it. But I won’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.
Lance frowns, placing both his hands on my ass and roughly squeezing them. “Fuck yes. I haven’t been inside you in so long. A little blood isn’t going to stop me from fucking you.”
I might have just found the right person to explore this side of me with.
A grin splits my face. “You’re so hot.”
I crash my lips to his in a hard kiss, dipping my tongue into his mouth and drinking him in. Grinding my core over his hard cock sends sparks of lust through me.
My ass feels the sting of his slap before my ears hear the smack.
“Shit,” I yelp as my body absorbs the shock and the heat of the spanking travels to my clit, making the needy little bundle of nerves throb.
“Up you go. I’m not about to come in my boxers again.”
“I actually thought that was hot as hell.” I chuckle.
Doing as he asked, I stand, rubbing my backside and my thighs together to quell the fire building inside me from the spank and memory of Lance grinding into me from behind.
Lance climbs to his knees, digs his shoulder into my stomach, and stands, ripping a laugh from me as I dangle upside down with my face in his ass.
“Hurt?” Lance asks, rubbing the spot he smacked.
“Nope.” I grin as I watch his bubble butt jiggle under his tight briefs as he carries me to the bathroom.
With me still over his shoulder, Lance turns on the shower, then places me on my feet by the sink and steps back. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock pushing against the thin cotton of his boxers.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and push them off his hips. His thick cock springs free, the tip weeping and begging to be licked.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke him from root to tip. His skin is hot and velvety smooth to the touch.
“So eager,” he hisses, thrusting hips forward with each downward stroke.
“You aren’t?” I ask, running my thumb over his cock’s slit. Hand still working him slowly up and down, I lean forward and kiss across his chest.
“Yes,” Lance grunts, fisting the hair at the back of my neck and tugging.
“So fucking eager for you, my little witch.” He nips my bottom lip hard, then tilts my head as he sees fit and kisses me.
Deep and hard, stealing my breath. His free hand grips my wrist as I jerk him off. “Fuck, your hand feels so good.”
I stroke him faster, increasing my grip as I kiss him back, sucking his tongue with a throaty moan.
“I’ll come if you keep that up,” Lance growls. I release his cock as he steps back. “Time to get these damn clothes off.”
If the fire in his eyes were real, my clothes would be ash on the ground. Instead, he grips the bottom of my sleep tank, pulls it up over my head, and tosses it to the side. “So goddamned sexy.”
Lance presses his thick chest to mine and, like I did, slips his hands under the waistband of my shorts and panties, slowly pushing the material down my hips and legs. The fabric pools at my ankles, and I kick it aside. Lance steps back, drinking in my naked body.
“So beautiful,” he grunts. The gruff sound sends chills racing down my spine.
I can feel the heat beneath my skin spreading at his undivided attention.
“I forgot how fucking sexy your naked body is and how it flushes from here ...” He runs his fingertips over the apple of my cheek, down my jaw, and between my breasts, stopping at my breastbone. “To here.”
Bending at the waist, Lance kisses the tops of my breasts. My nipples harden as his rough and scruffy chin chafes my skin. He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds and sucking.
My back arches into him, begging for more. He gives me what I need, switching sides. My pussy throbs with each pull and flick of his tongue.
“You wearing a tampon?” he mumbles around my nipple.
“Yes,” I whimper as he pulls off with a pop, scraping my sensitive peak with his teeth.
Lance grips my waist in his hands. “You still want this?”
“Yes,” I breathe out as my needy clit pulses in agreement. “So badly.”
A wicked smile filled his face. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
My hair falls over one shoulder as I do as commanded and lean over the counter. I watch his reflection in the mirror as he pulls my hips backward, forcing my ass up and my back to arch.
Lance’s blue eyes find mine as he wraps his left hand around my throat and tilts my head to the side. He presses hot kisses along my neck and shoulder, making me shudder.
“I’m going to take out your tampon, but first ...”
The sound of my protest dies on my tongue as he seductively sucks his index and middle fingers into his mouth, twirls his tongue around them, and then places them on my clit. His wet digits rub circles over my swollen bud, teasing me.
Pleasure shoots through my veins like electricity, and my eyes close at his illicit touch. I’m putty in his hands.
The bathroom fills with steam, growing thick with moisture and feverish desire. My breath quickens and my pussy contracts under his firm touch as he coaxes my orgasm to the edge.
Just as the beginning pull of my climax appears, his fingers leave my aching clit and the hand on my neck moves to the spot between my shoulders, gently holding me down.
Eyes flying open, I find Lance slipping his hand between my legs and coiling the string of my tampon around his index finger. Carefully, he pulls the cotton free from inside me and drops it in the trash bin.
I’m a puddle. The care he’s putting into making sure I’m okay has got to be the sweetest and hottest thing any man has ever done for me. Tears burn the backs of my eyes and sting my nose.
Lance’s gaze finds mine, and he frowns. He spins me around and cups my face in his hands. “Did I hurt you?”
I kiss his wrist. “Not at all.”
“Good.” He kisses my nose, and I have to fight back those tears again. “Condom?”
“Top drawer.”
Lance fishes out a foil packet from the vanity and hands it to me. “Hold that.”
His hands slide under my ass, lifting me up. On instinct, my arms wrap around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I don’t know how, but Lance maneuvers us into the shower, pushes me up against the wall, and kisses me.
“Hair wet or dry?” he mumbles between kisses. If I wasn’t already clinging to him like a horny monkey, I’d be all over him after that question.
But right now, I don’t give a crap about my hair.
“Don’t care,” I mumble as he attacks my neck with his lips. “Just want you inside me, now.”
“You’re killing me,” he groans, taking us under the hot spray and placing me on my feet. His blue irises greet me from beneath his heavy eyelids as water droplets drip off the edges of his long lashes. “Spread your legs.”
I do as I’m told and wait, still gripping the condom between my fingers. His mouth finds mine again as his calloused hands scour every inch of my skin. I’m on sensation overload as his fingers once again find my clit.
They dip lower, teasing my entrance. I spread my legs wider in invitation, my pussy begging for his touch. A single finger slides through my wetness and inside me. My hips fly forward, and my muscles clamp down at his delicious intrusion.
“So damn tight. I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock, taking it all,” he croons, adding a second finger, thrusting them deep into my channel, scissoring them and stretching me.
“Yes, so good,” I hiss, throwing my head back and gripping his wrist. I drop the small packet between my fingers to the floor, concentrating on the throbbing need between my legs and Lance’s perfect touch.
“That’s it. Make yourself feel good and come all over my fingers.” Lance increases his tempo, finger-fucking me faster, coaxing my orgasm up the mountain.
My hips roll, meeting his every pump with fervor, grasping at the coiling rubber band inside me. “So close. I need—”
“I know what you need. Just feel and let go.” He places his thumb on my clit, pushes down, forward and backward, and that’s all it takes.
A buzzing sound fills my ears; my body convulses as the rubber band inside me snaps, and I fly over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
“Watching you come just might be my favorite thing to see on the planet,” Lance whispers, sucking on my neck as he works me through my orgasm, until my muscles relax and my knees wobble.
Then he’s gone.
Water rains down my body as I open my eyes to find Lance rolling the condom down his thick length.
“Ready?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“So ready,” I sigh.
The blood in my veins sings, calling him to the shore like a siren’s call.
“Hold on tight.” He places his hands under my ass and lifts me up, pushing me against the cool tile. “If at any point it’s too much, you say stop and I stop, okay?”
I nod.
“Words, baby. I need to hear them. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“I say stop, you stop. But I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Never,” he promises, kissing me slowly and deeply, notching his cock at my entrance.
Draping my legs over his arms, he spreads my knees open and slides his thick cock into me in one thrust.
“Exactly how I remembered. Only better,” he groans.
I cling to his shoulders as the pain of him stretching me melts away with each thrust of his cock.
“More. Please,” I beg. “Give it to me, Lance. Harder.”
“I’ll give you anything. Everything. It’s yours.” Lance grunts as he swivels his hips, hitting that spot deep inside me, filling me completely.
“Lance.” I whimper his name like a benediction. A prayer for him to worship the wanton goddess within.
“I know. I’ve got you,” he grinds out.
The sound of water and slapping skin fills the air as Lance slams into me.
“Yes.” My pussy sucks him in deeper, refusing to let him go.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your pussy is strangling my dick. So needy. Sucking my cock like she can’t live without me.”
“Oh god. Don’t stop,” I pant.
The filth slipping off his tongue has my pelvic muscles clenching and spasming. He grinds the base of his dick into my clit, and sparks shoot through me.
“Does my wife like when I talk dirty to her?” He punctuates each word with a thrust, driving me higher.
“Yes.” I dig my fingernails into his upper back and hold on.
“Ride me harder. Show me how much you love my cock buried deep inside your wet pussy.” My hips undulate, taking him deeper, reaching for the edge that’s just out of grasp.
“Atta girl. Just like that. I love how your pussy squeezes my dick. I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.
But first, I need you to come on my cock. Right fucking now.”
My body obeys, and I detonate with a toe-curling, heart-stopping explosion.
Lance fucks me through my orgasm and when I finally come back down to earth, he’s staring at me, his blue eyes blazing.
If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d have collapsed at the look of raw desire in his gaze.
He slowly drags his cock out of me and places me on my feet. He holds me up as I look down at his still hard cock covered in red and pink streaks. My period blood marking him. A soft voice whispers, Mine, in my head as I stare at his hard dick.
“Fucking hot, isn’t it?” he asks, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few long strokes.
“So hot,” I mumble, unable to keep my eyes off the carnal image. The ache between my legs starts to grow again. “But you didn’t come.”
Lance chuckles. “Got distracted watching you fall apart. It was the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
He presses his mouth to mine in a slow, sensual kiss, distracting me.
Pressing my hands against his chest, I push him back, breaking our kiss. “Wait.” I turn around, place my hands on the wall, and over my shoulder I smirk. “Want to finish together this time?”
I wiggle my ass at him.
That devilish smile of his makes an appearance as he grips my hips and kicks my feet apart. “With pleasure.”
Lance drives his cock back inside me, fucking me until my body once again bursts into nirvana-filled flames of satisfaction so hot they brand me from the inside out.