Kate #2
When he pushes into me, my muscles ache and everything leaves my mind.
The thick stretch of him inside me, the hushed moans between us, and the way he’s watching me—all of it has the world falling to darkness as my blinks become longer with each inch of him inside me, until I can’t open them at all.
My head tips back, sending a row of cereal boxes falling like dominoes, and my lips part with a frantic gasp.
His hands find their way to my ass, lifting and pulling me so he can angle himself deeper. Hit my G-spot. Stuff me so full I can barely breathe. His whole body moves like a wave, with a slow, deliberate snap of his hips that fully tests my ability to remain quiet.
“Fuck. Your tight cunt’s strangling my cock,” he whispers between deep thrusts. “You want my cum, don’t you, Kit?”
“Please.”
I grab his hand, bringing it to my neck with a whimper.
And watch as his pupils—dilated from the dark—manage to fully overtake his irises.
He carefully squeezes his fingers and thumb, putting pressure on either side of my throat, and finds a new pace for his hips.
My need to come overshadows my need to breathe.
“Oh, my wife wants it rough, does she? You keep surprising me.”
His willingness to try new things keeps surprising me.
Jackson pounds into me, his breath coming in ragged grunts. We don’t stop, even as my roaming hands, seeking purchase on the shelving unit, knock over any number of things behind me. There are crashes and bangs and moans…and thank God Spider-Man is an incredibly loud movie.
My heel hits him in the ass, spurring him on. And through panting breaths, I warn, “Don’t fucking stop.”
I lick the pads of my fingers and slide my hand down to tease my clit, pushing me right to the edge of sated relief with only a few rough circles.
I alternate between muttering curse words and his name with such frequency, it becomes an accompaniment to the sound of his wet skin slapping mine.
This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before—the black room, the rough pounding of his cock deep inside me, and the commanding way his hand’s gripping my throat.
I jerk into the release, every muscle becoming rigid, my skin so tight I feel like it’ll rip wide open.
“That’s my pretty girl.” He kisses every inch of skin he can reach, not letting up on his punishing thrusts. “Be a good wife and come for me.”
The orgasm washes over me like honey dripping from the tip of my head to my toes. Warm and relaxing, leaving me unable to do anything but gasp and stare up at my husband.
He grinds his hips into mine, hitting a new speed and intensity. It’s overwhelming. Bordering on painful. I sob, clasping a clammy palm over my mouth to keep from screaming.
Aftershocks rock through me, then I feel the jolting of his orgasm. A deep moan rumbles through the small space, and my name is the last thing to leave his lips when he fills me with so much cum I feel it leaking out around the edges of his cock.
I pull him into me, crashing my lips to his and tasting the hotness of his breath.
It’s so humid in here, every inhale feels wet and the back of my T-shirt is disgustingly damp.
And even still, I want him to hold me tight.
Reeling from an orgasm that has my legs quivering, I need him.
I’ve always been happiest in his arms, but since we started being intimate again, I find myself needing his touch more than ever.
He pulls out of me with an exhale, and I’m suddenly so empty, I could cry.
I feel that emptiness deep in my core. A soft kiss to my lips, then a warning that he’s turning on the light.
I shield my eyes with a flattened hand, and still they burn as I blink rapidly to adjust to the vibrant, cool light overhead.
The place is a disaster. He’s completely naked. I’m sporting a Winnie-the-Pooh situation. And there are pantry staples strewn all over the shelves and floor.
How did I not notice the container of almond flour spilling everywhere?
I giggle. A little bit at the absurdity, a little bit at the dread twisting in my guts at the thought of cleaning this up. The more I look around, the more that giggle turns into a laugh.
“Are you okay?” He lifts a brow, pulling his sweatpants up and letting the elastic snap around his hips. “Did I fuck you so hard I knocked something loose up there?”
“I mean…probably. I feel a bit drunk, to be honest. Sex drunk.” I tip a box of Cheerios back upright just for it to topple over again. And that’s where I give up. “Beryl’s going to know we fucked in here.”
“Nah. The damn raccoons got in here. I chased them out with a baseball bat. I’m a hero.”
I smile, stepping into my shorts and letting Jackson slide them up my legs. A shiver races through me when he leans in to lovingly kiss my pussy before covering it.
“You were already a hero around here.”
“Yeah. The boring kind.” He straightens and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about the mess—I’ll clean it in the morning. You take your time getting yourself together, gorgeous. I’m gonna check on the kids.”
“Those are by far the sexiest things you’ve ever said to me.”
“You’re saying all that dirty talk was for nothing?”
“The dirty talk itself gets me halfway there. Don’t ever stop.”
“In that case, I want you to know that this”—a finger loops around in the air to gesture vaguely at the room—“was only the beginning of what I have in store for you tonight. I’m going to eat you until you’re squirming, then fuck you bent over the edge of our bed.
You’re going to ride my face and then my cock while you hang on to the headboard.
And I’m going to fill you with so much cum, you’ll feel it leaking out of your sore pussy all day tomorrow. ”
I close my eyes, humming at the way his words send heat to my already-satiated core. “I can’t wait to be a good wife and take it.”