Now #3
I keep ramming into her as she tilts, her nails digging into the tight muscles of my ass while her pussy strangles my cock. The spectacle of it, of her face distorted with pleasure, the maddening cries she lets out, are too much for me to resist.
Not after so long without a proper fuck. Not after years without her.
My own climax explodes, my balls drawing up tight as the first rope of cum shoots out of me, right into her spasming channel. My thrusts turn sloppy, the ramming of my hips into hers hectic and uneven. But it’s still enough to extend her orgasm. To keep her writhing and jolting under me.
Pleasure fucking blinds me with its intensity. I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. As my cum shoots into her over and over again, I’m not even sure I ever did before. Not even with her when we were younger.
I would have remembered something like this. An experience so indescribably profound that it feels as though someone opened the gates of heaven to me. I can feel it everywhere in my body, prickling under my skin all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Lost in the midst of it, I realize I was right about sex with her being special. It wasn’t heightened memories or anything like that. In fact, this is even better than anything I remembered. Otherworldly. Something so incredibly transcendental that it shouldn’t even be accessible to us mortals.
Minutes after I’m done coming, I remain there, still inside her, trying to recuperate. We’re both sweaty, both panting, and I’ll venture, both very satisfied. There’s a pulse between us where we’re joined, like a heartbeat, and I can’t tell if it’s hers or mine.
Pushing myself onto my arms, I gaze down at her, reveling in the beauty of her face. She always seems so dazed right after an orgasm, expression veiled with bliss, eyes slightly unfocused as if she’s within herself, still exploring the pleasure that wrecked her.
My lips descend to softly press on her cheek, then on her temple, the delicate arch of her eyebrow, the space above her nose …
I don’t leave an inch unattended, tenderly kissing every part I can think of.
By the time I conclude my exploration by lingering on her lips, she’s back to being herself, and she returns it.
Then I pull away, leaning on a forearm while my other hand comes to graze the damp tendrils that cling to her temple.
Still a little breathless, she murmurs, “That’s one way to celebrate a divorce …”
The little laugh that follows has her squeezing around me, and it makes me realize I’m nowhere near softening. I can feel my pleasure mixed with hers ooze out from around my girth. I came what felt like a whole fucking bucket, but here I am, ready to go again already.
Only this fucking woman could do this to me.
I bend over to press my lips on the side of her neck, and when I give her a tentative thrust, she whimpers. “Jax, no.”
Fuck.
Is she getting cold feet again, like last time? Is she suddenly deciding this isn’t right and we should stop? I’m not ready to let go. I won’t ever be, but I hoped I would get at least a little more of her tonight.
When I meet her eyes, it isn’t doubt that veils them, but amusement. “This is extremely uncomfortable,” she explains, arching her back.
“Fuck. Sorry, princess.”
I push myself up, slipping out of her, and lean back at an odd angle, doing my best given our improvised location. She rises to her elbows as I look down at my handiwork. We’ve made a mess, and it’s slowly leaking out of her and onto the thick fabric of her robe below.
“Stair sex … We’ve never done that one before,” she amusedly notes.
“Crazy to think there are still things we haven’t already tried.”
She stretches with a wince before sitting up completely. “This is definitely something we should have done in our early twenties. When I had a sturdier back.”
I grin as I pull up my pants and underwear, shoving my hard length into them.
“Come on,” I decide, offering her my hand. “Round two in your bed.”
When she doesn’t take it right away, hesitantly looking at it, my heart drops into my stomach once more. Fuck, not the post-nut clarity again.
“Don’t do this,” I say gently. “Don’t pull away from me, Evie. It happened. It was inevitable. Now, we can act like adults and admit there’s nothing wrong with it. With giving each other pleasure. Amazing fucking pleasure, I might add.”
My humorous tone makes a smile crack on her face. “It really was amazing,” she sheepishly admits.
“You should see what I can do on a proper bed.”
“I remember what you can do.”
She takes the hand I’m still extending, and I help her to her feet before picking her up bridal-style.
I’m more careful this time as I carry her up the stairs. She guides me to her room, and I walk up to the bed before laying her on it. As I take care of removing the rest of my clothes, she slips the bathrobe off and lets it fall beside the bed.
We’ve got our eyes on one another the entire time, reminiscent, hungry.
Once I’m as naked as she is, I join her on the bed. Even as I position myself over her, I still can’t fucking believe this is happening.
This is my woman. No matter what the law might say, she is my wife. My whole fucking reason to live.
And she’s mine again.