46. Gwen #2
“Are you sure?” His hair falls over his eyes, hiding the concern flickering beneath. My protective knight, shielding me from harm.
“So sure. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill,” I assure him, kissing his throat.
“I’m clean too. I would never put you in danger. This is my first time without a condom; I’ve never gone without before.”
“Same. Only with you, Husband.”
“Say it again,” he growls, pushing the tip of his cock in just an inch.
“Husband,” I purr.
“Fucking right I am.” Lance pushes in another inch, his thickness filling me. “I love you. So fucking much.”
“I love you more.” I dig my heels into his ass, forcing his hips forward and his cock into my pussy another inch.
“Not possible,” he groans, pulling out and sliding back in.
He takes his time with shallow thrusts, in and out of me, until he’s finally seated to the hilt inside my pussy, then stills, hips frozen.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, digging my nails into the tops of his shoulders in frustration.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m not gonna last long,” he grits through clenched teeth.
As if proving both our points, my pussy flutters around his throbbing length, clenching him tight and ripping simultaneous moans from our throats.
“I love lying here with my cock buried deep in your tight pussy. You wrapped around my dick like a glove made just for me.” Lance seals his lips around my nipple, sucking and scraping the tender flesh with his teeth with every pull.
The fullness, the harsh tug of my nipple, his rough hands all over my body, all of it drives me toward insanity.
“I need you to move, please. I don’t care if you don’t last. Just fuck me already. Use your big fat cock and make us come. Then do it again. And again. Please,” I whine, swiveling my hips, searching for relief.
Lance leans onto one elbow, dragging his cock out to the tip, and his hungry eyes meet mine with a jolt. Desire, love, belonging, and emotions I can’t name swirl in his electric blue orbs. “You undo me, little witch.”
Hips snapping, Lance drives his cock forward, burying himself as deep as he can inside me. I brace myself, holding onto his shoulders, and meet him thrust for thrust, hips undulating and pussy sucking him in deeper.
“Nothing has ever felt better than feeling your pussy choke my cock, refusing to let me go. I never want to leave your tight cunt. I want to feel you wrapped around me all the fucking time. I’m under your spell, and I never want to be set free.”
“I’m never going to set you free,” I murmur, claiming his mouth in a kiss of my own.
“You’re mine, Gwen. Forever. Do you hear me?”
I nod and slide my hands over the hard, sweat-slicked muscles of his back as they ripple beneath my touch. My orgasm builds, heat pooling behind my pelvic bone, winding tight and ready to snap. Legs shaking, I dig deep inside me and reach for the coil.
Lance slows his pace, and my orgasm floats out of reach. “Answer me. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I pant, frustrated, as Lance kisses my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh with his teeth.
“Who?” he growls.
“You. My husband,” I shout, clawing at his back.
With a growl, Lance slams into me. The bed squeaks and the headboard shakes, but this time, he doesn’t stop or take his time building me back up. He drives into me over and over, grinding the base of his cock into my clit. Hard and fast. Unforgiving.
“Your pussy is taking me so well,” he groans between thrusts. “Made for me.”
Between his filthy mouth and each stroke that unearths strands of heat connected like tiny threads to every nerve in my body, transmitting white-hot pleasure through me, I’m past thinking.
All I can do is feel. His hot breath on my neck. His hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
“Come for me, Gwen. Right fucking now. Suck the cum out of my cock like my good wife and fucking come,” he grunts, picking up his pace.
The slapping sound of our bodies coming together and our groans of pleasure is a symphony of sex and passion and love.
One, two, three thrusts and I explode with a shout. “Lance.”
Blinding white light shoots off like fireworks behind my eyelids as I come, clamping down around his thick cock.
With a roar, Lance comes, following me over the cliff, riding out his orgasm until his thrusts become erratic and he falls still. Collapsing on his elbows, he burrows his face into the crook of my neck.
Our gasping breaths are the only sounds as we come down from our high, a tangle of limbs and sheets. I scrape my nails down his spine, making him shiver as I bask in our afterglow and the weight of his body above mine. He’s like a muscular weighted blanket that brings me comfort and safety.
And unmeasurable pleasure.
Lance winds his arms around my waist and rolls onto his back, taking me with him. His cock is still inside me as my pussy flutters at the full feeling between my legs. He kisses the top of my head, twirling my curls around his fingers.
Lifting onto my elbow, I rest my head on my fist and look down at Lance, dragging my fingers over his hard pecs.
“So where did we land on the again part?” I ask.
Lance tugs my lower lip free from my teeth. “Is my wife feeling needy?”
Wife. I love it when he calls me that.
I sigh. “Maybe.”
“What do you want, little witch? If you tell me, I guarantee I’ll give it to you,” he croons.
“You. Just you.”
A bright smile splits his face. His blinding beauty is something to behold. Chiseled jaw. Piercing blue eyes. Straight nose. He’s marble-carved perfection.
Only comparable to his insides. Lance is a beautiful and kind soul. Loyal and loving. A supportive protector. He’s everything, and I’m the lucky woman who gets to keep him.
“What’s rattling around in that brilliant brain of yours?”
“Just thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life.”
Lance scoffs. “I’m the lucky one. You mean everything to me. You’re all I need.”
“Me and baseball?” I tease, looking away.
Lance tilts my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eye. He shakes his head as the hand twirling my hair moves to my nape, splaying across the back of my head and neck. “Fuck baseball. I just need you.”
Tears sting my eyes and the back of my nose. He has no idea how those words heal a hollow part inside me. Years of expectation without prioritization. There isn’t a man in my life who would put me above baseball. Not even my father.
But Lance? He places me above baseball.
“I love you, my filthy knight.”
“I love you too, my sexy little witch,” he says with a smoldering smirk.
Biting back a laugh, I lean down and seal our mouths together in a passionate kiss. I channel every ounce of love I have for Lance into every swipe of my tongue and nip of his lip until his cock hardens inside me.
Then I ride him, showing him with my body that he’s all I need too.