THIRTY-FIVE
HAYDEN
MICHIGAN
FEbrUARY
Emerald's smiling at me, beautiful face illuminated by the soft lamplight.
My breath hitches as I look at her—my wife—and I can't help myself anymore.
Without another word, I pick her up and smile at her squeaking noise, carrying her back into the bedroom. It's warm in here, a combination of the heat blasting from the vents and my own body practically vibrating with anticipation.
Lying her back on the bed, her hands go to the bottom of my hoodie, and I lean back to pull it and my shirt off. Emerald's eyes brighten at the look of my torso, her hands reaching out to touch me, but I'm on a mission.
My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie she's wearing, carefully pulling it over her head.
She giggles at the loud groan I let out when I see she's not wearing a bra underneath.
As always, my wife's beautiful tits—full, tanned like the rest of her skin, nipples a mouthwatering pink—make my mind go blank. Dazed, I just stare until Emerald giggles, which makes them bounce.
And I'm just in awe.
Not just of her body, but the totality of Emerald. Her compassion, her radiance, her softness, her sweetness .
Her.
Holding Emerald's eyes, I murmur, my tone full of wonder. "You are perfect."
Leaning forward and catching a nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. I pick my head up and check her, making sure she's enjoying this, that she's not in pain, or uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"
"Keep going," Emerald moans softly in her throat, both hands tangling into my hair and pulling me back to her chest. "That feels so good."
My right hand holds the other one, gently squeezing and pinching the other nipple. She moans again, and I grin. Emerald's breasts are sensitive, always have been. Easiest way to get her to orgasm—when I don't have the time to savor her—is to play with her pretty tits.
"Hayden..." Emerald moans, arching her back. I swirl my tongue around the hard nub before sucking, making her squeak. We haven't done this in so long, but it's like no time has passed. I know her body just as well as she knows mine.
Back and forth, I switch nipples, enjoying feeling her squirming underneath me, her mewling moans, her sighs of pleasure. She's desperately rotating her hips, searching for friction.
"Hayden..."
"Please, can I eat your pussy, baby?" I whine against her nipples, giving the right one a firm suck. I'm not above begging right now. I'm salivating and panting just at the thought of eating her out. "Will you let me?"
The first time I did it, back in her Michigan dorm room, I was terrified I would do something she didn't like. She said no one had ever done it before, so we would figure it out together. And once I started, and heard her encouraging moans, I couldn't stop .
I was so lost in her, stroking myself to my first orgasm while I worked her through her third. I chased her pleasure more than my own. I was addicted, and some things never change.
"Please, Emerald, please..."
Emerald's beautiful face is glazed, and she smiles, nodding. My heart jumps in excitement, and lifting her hips off the bed, I pull her leggings and underwear down in one go. Her scent reaches me first, and my mouth fills with saliva in anticipation.
When I stand up to pull my pants down, my cock straining too hard against the zipper of my jeans, I moan just at the sight of her.
Pretty, pink, glistening, and all mine.
My eyes trail up and down her body, just taking her in.
Emerald smiles, spreading her legs even more, and trails her hand down her body to her wet pussy. She rubs her clit with her fingers, moaning softly.
"Honey," Emerald's voice is that breathy tone that makes me want to fall to my knees. So I do, crawling between her legs. "Please, put your mouth on me."
Feral, I dive in with one firm lick from bottom to top. Her taste hits my tongue, and my cock is hard as steel instantly. Emerald lets out a loud moan as I lick, and lick, and lick.
My saliva and Emerald's wetness are dripping down my chin, and I get lost in eating my wife's pussy.
Her hands dig into my hair and pull. She rocks her hips against my face, fucking herself on my tongue.
My eyes stay on her beautiful bouncing tits, her expression twisted in pleasure, her moaning out my name.
"I fucking missed you," I slur into her, feeling almost drunk .
"I missed you, honey," she says as she meets my eyes. She laughs, "And I missed your tongue—oh!"
"I would do this for hours if you'd let me," I groan, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pump two fingers into her tight entrance. Looking up at my wife, legs spread, hands at the headboard, tits bouncing from me fingering her, her beautiful face gazing down at me.
Oh, God. My eyes roll to the back of my head. This is heaven.
"Your jaw— ahh, like that, yes, more tongue— oh —your jaw would get sore..."
"Worth it," I growl right into her pussy, swirling my tongue around and around her clit.
She moans loudly at the sensations, the noise making me reach down to squeeze my cock.
"You're doing such a good job, sweetheart," Emerald leans up on her elbows and watches me, still rocking her hips.
I'm stroking myself even faster now. She grins and teases, "That's it, just like that—do I taste good, honey?
You touching yourself? You just can't help it—you love eating my cunt, don't you? "
Whining like an animal, I nod frantically against her cunt, the movement causing my tongue to stimulate her clit.
"You're doing so well—you want me to come? On your face?"
"All over," I mumble into her, "Please..."
She bites her lip and drops back onto the bed, reaching up to play with her tits. Her mouth opens, and she lets out the sexiest moan I've ever heard as she comes on my face.
My mouth, my chin, and my nose are all coated in my wife.
Fuck.
And that's it.
My cock twitches hard, and I'm launched into fucking euphoria.
"Emerald," I moan through my orgasm into her pussy, the vibrations from my voice causing her hips to twitch. I lick her through it, half for my own sake. My orgasm fades, and I lean panting on Emerald's thigh, feeling her brush her fingers through my sweaty hair.
After I finally catch my breath, I stand and slide off my ruined underwear, tossing them into the hamper. Emerald crawls to the end of the bed, the sight making my cock jump.
Smirking, she keeps contact with me before using her tongue to clean the cum from my cock.
"Oh, fuck—" I moan, my hand going to her hair. I sigh, "So good, baby..."
She hums and smiles, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and swirling her tongue around it.
At her last doctor’s appointment, she was cleared for sex, which had us both blushing.
Sex was on the back burner so we could focus on healing Emerald mentally and physically, but our sex has always been. .. emotional.
The first time we had sex, the feelings rushing through my body were overwhelming. I kept checking in with Emerald— are you okay? Does that feel good? You look so beautiful. I love you.
And she just kept those beautiful eyes on me, heavy and warm, smiling softly, parting her lips to let out soft moans and gasps. Then she came with my name on her lips, and I was completely gone.
After that, we experimented with positions, finding our favorites, finding what we liked.
Emerald really likes giving me head.
Which is nice, because I love going down on her.
I’m careful of her jaw, my eyes laser-focused on her face for any signs of discomfort. It’s not there; all that’s there is glazed pleasure. She keeps her eyes on mine, which makes me twitch in her mouth.
"Look at you,” I murmur, brushing her hair back. She hums around my cock, smiling with her eyes. “So pretty, so good to me, my sweet wife..."
Emerald and I like praise, in and out of bed.
It didn't take me long to realize that when we were studying in her dorm room, she would praise me for getting an answer right.
I felt like a pervert because I was half-hard through every tutoring session.
Until her tutoring me turned into us making out on the bed and exploring each other's anatomy with our hands and mouths.
I’ve found home in Emerald's touch.
I can only hope she finds the same feeling in mine.
We're each other's one and only. I had only kissed two girls before Emerald, and Emerald had two boyfriends who wanted more, but she never felt ready with them.
She had never felt safe enough.
Her first boyfriend pushed her further than she wanted to go, pawing at her as he rounded second base.
When he tried to force her to go to third, telling her she was being a prude, she broke up with him.
Her second was slightly better, but when he said she was embarrassing him at her birthday dinner because of her excitement, she broke up with him and just focused on school.
Until me.
Sex was something my friends always talked about in the locker room—which girls, how, when, and where. I had felt a sense of being left behind since I was a nineteen-year-old virgin, but I didn't want to just get it over with, like they were telling me.
Then, when Emerald and I got together, and they wanted to hear the details, I remained tight-lipped and shut it down .
Emerald's trust in me was something I didn't take lightly.
With trust comes safety.
And with safety comes passion and fucking unbelievable sex.
"You take me so good—good girl, as much as you can," Emerald's eyes glaze over as she takes me as deep as she can, and my mouth drops open. "Oh, fuck, yes—"
I’m hard again and gently pull her mouth off me.
I need to fuck her, need to make her come again, on my cock this time.
Leaning down, I easily pick Emerald up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock slides against her dripping entrance, and I turn us to sit down on the bed, her in my lap.
"Fucking hell," I mutter as she slides down on my cock. “Oh my God...”
“Hayden...” Emerald whimpers, eyes locked on me.
For the first time in way too fucking long, we're fully connected. I just hold her there for a moment, cradling her in my arms as she does the same. Sometimes it’s not even the sex for me, it’s just being inside of Emerald, fully connected to her, that’s the real pleasure.
We trade kisses, tongues gently dancing together. My
"I love you," she whispers against my mouth, her tone so tender.
"I love you, Emerald," I bite my lip to keep myself from coming too quickly, the words themselves threatening to snap my composure. "Hold on—fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good—one second..."
Emerald moans and presses kisses to my cheek, my temple, my forehead.
"Take your time," she whimpers, though I feel her pussy contracting on my cock .
"Okay, I—" my moan cuts off my words as Emerald rolls her hips. My hands are gripping her hips, and I help guide her front and back. "That's it, baby..."
Emerald moves front and back, rolling her hips, slow at first and then faster and faster. We kiss, sipping at each other's lips, my tongue brushing against hers and letting her taste herself.
Emerald slides up almost completely off and then back down, and I moan loudly. Again and again.
"That sound!" Emerald cries out. "Hayden, sweetheart—"
Emerald keeps bouncing in my lap, and I'm hypnotized by the delicious movement of her tits. She catches my no doubt fuck-drunk expression and grins, arching her back.
"Play with my tits, please, please—"
"You don't need to beg, baby," dipping my head as she arches her back, I capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking and laving it with my tongue.
"My wife never needs to beg," I bite softly, soothing it with my tongue. "You always ask so nicely..."
"Fuck me..." she growls into my ear, trying to sound like me. Her hips move faster, and I moan around a nipple. “I love riding you— oh, God —”
With that, I start babbling, and I'm not even embarrassed by the words spilling from my mouth.
"That's it, Emerald—ride your husband's cock— wreck me —you fucking own me, baby—God, you're so fucking beautiful— my wife ," I moan, the slick sound of her filling the room with our pants and moans.
The sounds we're making are obscene, and I'm so glad for the house, the privacy, so that I can worship my wife the way she deserves. That she can just let go and be as loud as she wants .
Leaning forward, Emerald slams her mouth against mine again, our tongues twirling together, teeth colliding, nipping each other's lips.
Sloppy. Amazing. Perfect.
"I'm gonna—" she pants against my mouth, and I bite down on her bottom lip.
"Let me feel it, baby," I snarl. "Come all over my cock—"
Emerald throws her head back as she comes, her pussy squeezing my cock over and over again.
I flip us over and drive into her, feeling my own orgasm fast approaching.
Emerald meets my eyes, her lip captured between her teeth, her eyes bright, her skin glistening with sweat despite the cold air filtering in through the open door, and I lose control.
I moan through my own release, my hips not stopping pumping until it's completely subsided.
Emerald smiles at me, pushing my sweaty hair off my forehead.
She looks wrecked, and I imagine I look much of the same.
Her lips are swollen, the skin around them red from my beard.
Her tits have marks from my mouth, and she feels boneless in my arms.
Emerald leans up to kiss me again, soft and sweet.
"That was nice," she sighs, making me chuckle. She winks, "We should do that again sometime."
I laugh, breathless.
"Anytime you want, baby," I peck her lips once more, before asking. "Shower?"
Emerald stretches and moans, "Mmm.... yes, please."
Scooping her up easily, I carry my giggling wife into the bathroom, kicking the door shut firmly.