46. Becca #2
His fingers withdraw from me, but I don’t have a chance to rest. Tyler slaps my clit with his wet fingers, then guides me until I’m positioned over the dildo again.
“Ride it, Rebecca.”
“I . . .” Not knowing what to say is foreign to me, but here I am, speechless.
“Do you need a break?”
I shake my head. No. I’m tough, and I show him that by lowering myself onto the dildo.
“That’s my girl.” Tyler sits on the edge of the bed and swipes my hair back from my face. The action is loving, adoring, which makes it that much more exhilarating when he tightens his fist in the back of my hair and speaks in a low, firm voice. “Now choke on my cock.”
I lift my hands to help with my task, using my thigh strength to rock back onto the dildo.
I work into a steady rhythm of sinking down onto the toy and pushing him deeper into my mouth.
He uses my hair to guide me, adding his own thrusts while he props back on his other hand.
I pull off for a moment to work him in my hand and grab a deep breath.
He’s a vision: glowing skin, hooded brown eyes, lips slack except for the tiny curve of a smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”
I bite my lip and nod, giving an extra roll of my body and rising high on my knees so he can see the dildo peeking out of me. “Definitely.”
Tyler sits up off his hand and dips to kiss me. His lips brush mine when he speaks. “Then finish me off.”
I touch my tongue to my upper lip, letting my hands rest on his thighs rather than jerking him.
“Make me.”
He lifts a brow. “You sure, baby?”
“You said you were going to fuck my face—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence because he whips my hair into a ponytail in one hand and shoves me down onto his dick until he hits the back of my throat.
“So much attitude, Rebecca, when I’m giving you what you want. But you’re getting double stuffed, and it’s still not enough, is it?”
He lifts me off his cock and he’s got the devil himself in his eyes.
A tear streaks down my cheek, but I’m close to coming.
It’s not just the physical exertion of it.
It’s an exercise of the trust he’s rightfully earned, a display that he’s relaxed enough with me to show this side of himself.
Fear and fatigue wore it out of him in recent years, and I get to be the one to witness his comeback.
And what a magnificent return it is.
“Don’t cry about it, baby,” his sweetest voice coos.
He’s still holding me by my hair, but uses his thumb to swipe the tear from my cheek.
Then, with a wicked grin, he shoves me back onto him.
I round out my lips, tightening them around his shaft to his groan.
“I’ll make sure we take good care of you. ”
It’s all so intense, but the second I put my hands up to control the depth and pace, he takes note. I slow down, using my hand in concert with my mouth, tonguing along the middle of his shaft until his balls tighten.
“Oh, fuck, Becca,” he grits out, pumping his hips until I feel the first warm burst in my mouth.
“Don’t swallow it,” he orders through a series of grunts. At this angle, I either need to swallow or it’s going to start leaking out of my lips. He fills my mouth, gently pushing himself deeper as he releases.
“Taste how much I want you, Rebecca. I only. Want. You.”
I almost see stars at that statement, realizing I’m barely breathing, his salty, bitter load starting to dribble down his balls as he continues to spurt into my mouth.
My inner thighs tighten around the dildo.
I scream around his cock, more of his cum spilling down my chin.
I bounce harder, faster, grinding my hips, doing anything to get off because the man I love consumes every sense.
I can’t take anymore, pulling off to swallow what I can and spluttering out the rest as my hand flies to my clit to alleviate this feral, clawing ache.
I chase my release with ragged gasps and the furious movement of my fingers.
“There you go, baby. Come all over his cock for me.”
I want to smile at how he’s put me into a scene where we have an extra partner, all without giving up what he needs. I’m so proud of him for coming into this part of himself, and it’s a heady pleasure. Tiny whimpers creep from my throat and Tyler cups my neck.
“So perfect, baby.”
Those tender words send me over the edge, clamping my thighs around the toy to Tyler’s endless praise. His eyes go soft as he looks at me, wrecked for him, by him. His thumb drags under my lips, then slides between them.
“What a beautiful mess you are.”
I slump forward, resting against his thighs while he strokes my back and hair. I close my eyes against his touch, shaking from everything that just happened, the physical and emotional wringing out.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Amazing,” I sigh. “You?”
“I’ll be better if you get on this bed.”
I look up at him, alarmed, but he nudges me upward anyway.
“I know you can do it. Face down, ass up, legs wide.”
“Tyler,” I say, not sure what else to do.
“Are you done?” he asks.
“Well. No.”
He hauls me up to sit on the bed and tackles me, covering me in kisses before he wrestles me in to position and peels off my underwear. “You heard me, baby. Face down, ass up, legs wide.”
I hold myself that way, and he shimmies to be face-up between my legs. He kisses my clit before giving me a long, tender lick. My hips curl, the sensation not bad, but overwhelming. He takes his time, eventually pulling down on my hips to immerse himself in me.
This is my husband, the man who, by law, I am bound to for the rest of my life. The man I love. The man I was afraid to dream of having for my own, and who is now completely possessed by me, and I by him.
I’ve already come twice and he’s working toward a third. I rock my hips over his face, earning a deep moan. I’m spread so wide, exposed, held, loved, and when I shatter against his tongue again, I muffle my screams into the pillow.
Seconds later, Tyler is out of the bed. The dildo appears in front of my face, now suctioned to the headboard.
“Suck it,” he demands, and I do, eager to give him whatever he wants.
He tugs my hips backward and drives into my pussy, emitting a deep growl as he settles into my wet heat.
A drip rolls between my cheeks and his finger spreads what I assume is lube all around my tight hole. “My perfect, beautiful wife,” he coos. “Showing me how good you take it in all your holes.”
I relax around the silicone in my mouth, and he goes on.
“You know what they say. Two’s company.” The toy presses against my back entrance, sliding in easily with the lube. “But three’s a crowd.”
I gasp when the plug starts to meet resistance, wondering if the intensity will relent and how much more pleasure I can take.
I can take more, and I will, because I want to.
“Too much?” he asks.
“Put it in,” I plead, spitting out the dildo. “Oh my god, Tyler.”
His large hand rests on my ass, dishing out soothing rubs as he works the plug into my hole. I whine as he withdraws from me, but delight in the slick sound of him working himself in his hand. He delivers a gentle kiss to my ass cheek that sends goosebumps up my back.
He continues massaging my ass, making all my sensations start to condense between my legs again.
“What were you doing that night I heard you fucking yourself?”
My chest rests on the bed, just my ass up and my head resting on my forearms. I bite my lower lip while I look back at him and gesture to my vibrating wand. “I used that one.”
“Mmm.” He examines it appreciatively before putting it in my hand. “Show me.”
“Tyler, I don’t know if I can—”
His hand strokes my back, his gentle touch contradicting the madness he’s requesting. “Will you try for me?”
“I guess when you ask nicely,” I say, and he laughs.
“Such lip for someone who’s gotten off three times.”
“Well? If I don’t watch out, you’ll be trying to shove something in my belly button.”
He laughs, but cracks a spank across my ass that makes me hop to it. I turn the vibrator on and move it over my clit.
“Mouth on the cock, brat.”
I put my mouth around the dildo, eyes fluttering shut when Tyler drives back into me.
I’m completely full: my ass, my pussy, my mouth, and my clit is about to erupt.
My inner thighs are so weak I don’t know if I can hold myself up.
Tyler’s hands slot into the creases of my hips, giving me the support I need as he rails into me.
I can’t do it anymore. There’s the pressure of the plug and the intensity of his movement and the vibrator still going and it’s all too much.
I spit out the dildo and rock back into Tyler, rising on my knees and throwing the vibrator aside.
He comes with me, wrapping his arms around me as he rolls against my ass.
One hand cups my breast and the other arm crosses my body and clutches my hip.
His breath is warm against the shell of my ear and he kisses down my neck.
“I love you, Rebecca,” he breathes into my skin. “I love you so damn much.”
I throw my head back against his shoulder, hands grasping his forearms. “I love you.”
Tyler pulses inside me and I can’t stop my smile. We collapse onto the bed together and without a word, I curl into his chest.
Just like I did on the night of the raccoons.
Because this person is my safety, my fire, the greatest thing I didn’t know would ever be back in my life.
And I’m so glad he is.