Jackson
I wake to the air being punched from my lungs. I’m hot all over and frenetic with the need to come.
Bleary-eyed, I stare off into the dark and panic washes over me. Everything except my racing heart is paralyzed.
Where the fuck am I?
In the pitch-black room, I smell my wife before I see her. The overwhelming scent of coconut fills my nostrils, and the entire evening comes crashing back.
We’re in the cabin I rented. Kate and I ate pizza, made out, and fucked in this bed. And now—I press my mouth to my arm to muffle my panting. Instinctively, my hips drive forward, and I remember my cock’s currently swathed in Kate’s tight pussy.
Based on how difficult it is to keep my eyes open, we can’t have been asleep for more than an hour or two.
The comforter’s askew, sheets twisted around our ankles, exposing her creamy skin and endless curves. I stifle a moan, trying to keep my hips from bucking out of control, despite the way my dick’s twitching against her ridged walls.
Her muscles flutter around me, and Kate lets out the softest, sweetest moan. Her hips roll until my cock’s halfway out of her pussy, then another shift has me gliding with ease into her wet heat. My wife’s practically dripping. I’m sure there’s a wet spot somewhere between us on the sheets.
She moans a little louder, and my hips move a little of their own accord. My dick’s aching for relief.
“Kate.” I mutter her name, delirious.
Her tight pussy squeezes around my cock again, and my head lists forward to rest on her shoulder.
She wasn’t wrong about this being incredibly intimate.
It’s also cozy, soothing. It feels like the ultimate way to reconnect with my wife—she’s trusting me to keep her safe, make her feel loved and protected.
And the brute caveman part of me likes that it’s my dick shoved inside her, claiming her. She’s my wife. Mine.
Then I hear her yawn, and that’s when my eyes perk up like I’ve received a direct shot of caffeine to my bloodstream. People don’t yawn in their sleep.
“Kate,” I try again. “You awake, gorgeous?”
I know she said half the fun is seeing how far you can get without waking the other person, but all I want is to hear her voice, raspy from sleep, saying my name as she gets herself off.
Barely audible, she strings together something entirely incoherent. The way she starts grinding my cock into her is a damn good indication she’s awake, though.
A moan hums low in my throat. Languid heat melts over me. “Oh, Kit. You’re making a mess of my cock right now. Too horny to wait until morning, hrm?”
My arm wraps around her waist, fingers tingling with the need to touch her. There’s a smear of wetness in her soft hair down there, which tells me she’s been awake and touching herself for a while. The pleasure racing through me when I awoke likely has something to do with that.
She was right. This is the best way to be woken up.
“Couldn’t sleep with my thick cock inside you?”
“It was”—she exhales hard through her nose—“too much. I thought I’d…I—”
“Oh, Kate, baby…You thought you’d get yourself off on me while I slept?” I smile against her bare shoulder. “Thought you’d use your husband like your toy? Show me what you thought you’d do.”
She melts back against me, sinking a tiny bit deeper. Rocking her hips back and forth until the wet sound of skin slapping makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle. I sink my teeth into her shoulder with a groan of ecstasy.
If this is what being her husband was like for the last sixteen years, it’s no wonder why I never felt the need to be more adventurous. This is fucking sexy as hell.
“You told me to wake you up like this.”
“Such a good wife,” I pant against her skin.
Kate’s ass bounces against my lap, picking up speed and jiggling in a way that makes me want to bite it. My fingers slap the side of her butt, then squeeze hard around her hip. The horny whine that follows tells me she likes that.
My fingers rap against her plump ass a little harder. Her back bows as she moans a raw, fervid, “Oh, God.”
Oh, she loves that.
A hum of approval reverberates in my chest. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
Tightening around me like a vise, she nods frantically against the pillow. “Y-yes.”
She quietly moans my name into her pillow. Begging for it harder. Begging to come.
Moaning, nails leaving crescent marks in my forearm, she’s bucking her hips so I’m balls deep inside her tight cunt. My spine tingles. She’s so slippery and warm, and I need her to come before I do. I need it now.
“Tease that pretty little clit for me,” I rasp, losing myself in the feel of her riding me.
My teeth drag along the ridge of her shoulder, then turn to kisses on the nape of her neck.
A few short bits of her hair are curled from sweat, and goosebumps speckle her salty skin.
Within seconds of shoving her hand between her legs, she’s pulsing around me and a tremor rattles through both of us.
“Kiss me, Kate.”
My wife tips her head, and I finally catch a glimpse of her eyes.
Full of desire. Need. Love. Pummeling into her with enough force she’ll feel me between her legs for the rest of this trip, I grab her chin in my abrasive grasp and capture her mouth with mine.
My balls slap back and forth between us, heavy and full of cum that I plan to pump into her.
Lust let loose, it’s fair to say we devour each other.
She falls apart in my arms with a convulsion that shakes the entire bed, and I hold tight around her torso to keep her against me while I fuck her into blissful oblivion.
It’s not enough for her to come; I want my wife to come so hard, there’s a moment when we’re both without any memory beyond each other now.
She sobs my name, hips ricocheting back into me as her climax keeps coming in unrelenting waves.
My heart thunders so hard, there’s no way it’s a safe rhythm.
Heat coils in my spine, and I let myself have it as primal grunts rumble through the night air.
White sparks blur my vision when I surge my cock in one final time, spilling inside my wife’s beautiful pussy.
With a stuttering breath, I give my hips a tiny writhe, emptying the last drops.
Our conversation about birth control earlier tonight was brief—she’s not on it, neither of us want her to be.
And maybe a few weeks ago, that thought would’ve left me feeling panicky and even more certain I’d end up letting her down.
But that’s exactly why I wasn’t having sex with her then.
Now I can’t help but smile at the thought of getting to experience everything I forgot with Odessa and Rhett—not that I wouldn’t kill to remember feeling them kick from inside Kate’s belly or holding them tight to my chest as infants.
Kate pads slowly, wobbly, to the bathroom, returning seconds later and snuggling under the covers. I don’t ask about sliding back inside her, because my dick’s so sensitive the simple brush of soft sheets across it makes my entire body shudder.
So I hold her tight, smooth a rough hand over her wild hair, and dust kisses on her shoulder.
She molds into me with an adorable little sigh.
And as her breathing becomes slow and easy, I lie there wondering what on Earth I did to deserve this moment—to deserve her.
Nothing made sense until I had her in my arms.
In the seconds before I drift to sleep, I whisper an “I love you” against her skin. And I mean it.
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Steam curls off the water, blurring the edges of the world until it feels like we’re the only two people left in it.
My fingers drag languid loops across the surface of the pool, and I roll my neck to fight the lingering headache.
Whether it was all the junk food we ate last night, the sex, the wine, or just shitty luck, I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a freight train.
When Kate woke up, she found me sitting on the bathroom floor with my head between my knees, fighting like hell not to throw up.
All I wanted was some one-on-one time with my wife.
I wanted to reconnect and finally feel like husband and wife, rather than patient and care aide.
But one night of bliss was all the higher powers bothered to afford me, I guess.
After a bit of bullying on Kate’s part, I let her order me toast from the on-site restaurant. I ate it with minor irritated grumbling sounds and reluctantly let her waste the first few hours of our only full day here taking care of me. Water, medication, scalp massages…
Eventually, I got the idea that I needed to bully her right back. And I forced her to take an uninterrupted soak in the hot springs while I slept. The nap transformed my headache from a sledgehammer wailing against my skull to a child’s plastic mallet.
By late afternoon, I’m finally getting to see my wife in a bikini.
Kate’s across from me, legs stretched out under the water, arms propped on the pool’s edge.
Her hair’s pulled up in that messy knot she always does when she doesn’t want to fuss with it, a few damp tendrils curling down the back of her neck.
Her skin, flushed from the heat, glows in the soft light, and a few droplets of water cling to her collarbone.
And that bikini…God help me. I don’t know who I used to be, but I know who I am right now, and I’d give anything to lean over and undo every knot holding it together.
“You’re staring,” she says.
I grin. “You’re not wrong.”
She flicks a little water my way. It hits my collarbone and neck, warm and teasing, sliding down over the branded scar I still forget is there sometimes—apparently my brothers, Dad, Red, and I all have the cattle ranch’s brand permanently scarred on our chests. Insane.
Her gaze follows the trail it makes.
“You okay?” she asks after a beat.
“Better now.” I sink a little deeper and reach up to wipe sweat from my brow. “Thank you for earlier. I…I hate that you have to keep stepping in to take care of me.”