Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
I open my mouth wide and lick, swirling my tongue around her entrance and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hips rock against my face, and I moan when I feel her hand in my hair, gripping tightly to keep me there.
As if I'd fucking want to be anywhere else.
I reach up my hands to cup her tits, gently squeezing and kneading, pinching her nipples between my fingers, and feeling her hips jerk in response.
"Atlas," she moans, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead and biting her lip.
"You gonna come, baby?" I barely take my mouth off her pussy to ask.
She nods.
"Show me," I growl, the vibration making her hips jump. "Show me how pretty you come."
The orgasm hits her hard, her back arching as she cries out my name. I feel her pussy pulsing against my mouth, my tongue, and she's dripping down my face and beard.
I'm in fucking heaven.
I ease her through the orgasm, licking her gently as the motion of her hips slows. I'm lapping at her pussy, drinking up every bit until I feel her breathing start to quicken and her moans get louder.
"One more," I order her, and she laughs breathlessly.
"Atlas, I want to fuck you..." she whines, but doesn't stop fucking my face. My hands wrap around her thighs, and I turn to bite at the creamy skin.
"Give me one more, baby," I firmly lick her from entrance to clit. "One more."
The second one comes fast. I don't even have to use my fingers. She's always preferred just my mouth anyway.
Wendy comes loudly against my face, and I watch her face twisted in pleasure, as she cries out my name. Again, I gently ease her through it, and she practically collapses boneless against the pillows with a sigh.
I smile and lean back, licking my lips and rubbing my hand through my wet beard.
Her scent is all around me, only contributing to the pain in my boxers. I pull them down, and my cock springs out, catching Wendy's attention.
She hums in approval and crooks her finger to me.
Crawling like a man crawling to a God, I kiss my way up her body, lingering on her tits once more before I make my way to her mouth.
Wendy loves tasting herself on my lips, and our tongues swirl together as I line myself up at her entrance. She's dripping wet, and the top of my dick slides in without any resistance.
We both moan at the feeling, and our eyes meet. The mood softens slightly as I gaze down at my wife, flushed, hair a mess from my hands and from tossing her head back on the pillows, lips swollen and red.
Fucking perfect.
How could I have ever let my fear take me from this?
I know that's not the question to ask. I understand my mental illness now. I understand how it was triggered. I understand why I pulled away, but as I look down at the love of my life, smiling up at me and looking so beautiful, I still want to question how.
But those questions only lead to the past, and I'm not focused on the past anymore; I'm looking toward the future.
"I love you, Atlas," she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest to cradle my face.
It's all too much and not enough, her touch, her warm body pressed against mine, her beautiful face smiling up at me. I lean down and kiss her long and deep.
"I love you, baby."
I roll my hips and slide home.
Both of us moan simultaneously at the sensation, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not come instantly. It's been months without her body, months without sex, only jerking off to thoughts of her.
"I missed you," I groan into her shoulder, rocking my hips once more.
"Fuck me like you missed me then," Wendy purrs in my ear.
"Yes, baby," I groan back obediently and rock my hips again, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock.
Wendy’s nails scrape down my back as I keep rolling my hips, thrusting in and out of heaven, and I feel it building inside of me.
"I'm gonna come—"
"Come in me," she cries out.
I'm gone after that.
“Fuck, baby!”
The orgasm rushes over me from head to toe as I reach down to grasp her hips and pull her as I push in, trying to extend the orgasm for as long as I can.
I lay on top of her, catching my breath as the orgasm subsides, and Wendy trails her hands up and down my back.
I turn my head toward her, pressing kisses to her neck, her jaw, licking the salty sweat from her skin. She turns to me and connects our mouths, and we share long, lazy kisses.
After a few minutes of kissing my wife, her breasts pressed against my chest, with my come dripping out of her pussy, I start getting hard again.
She feels it and laughs, her voice breathless. "Again?"
"I told you, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you—" I punctuate each fuck you with a thrust of my hips, loving her soft, breathy moans.
I lean down to catch her nipple in my mouth, firmly sucking before I pull off with a pop. "Until I've made up for lost time."
She giggles and pushes me, rolling us to switch our positions so she's on top.
"Let me fuck you this time then..." she says, rolling her hips and making my eyes go blind for a second.
I have to blink a few times to clear my vision, because my wife riding my cock, beautiful tits bouncing as she tosses her head back and moans, is a sight I don't want to miss.
I moan as her pussy squeezes me, every roll of her hips fucking euphoric.
"Ride me, baby. Show me who I belong to..."