Chapter 41 #2
I dry the last of my tears and crack a smile. “Will you please fuck me now?” I beg.
He shakes his head and I make a small sound of protest. Before I can voice my verbal annoyance, he says, “I’m not going to fuck you. Not right now. I’m making love to my wife.”
His words are cheesy but considering my emotional state I gobble them right up.
“Let me get this off you, baby.” He tugs on my shirt.
I lift my arms in silent obedience so he can get rid of the soft cotton fabric. He groans when he finds me bare beneath it.
“Fucking hell, these tits drive me crazy.” He cups my breasts in his palms, swirling his thumbs around my nipples. My back arches, begging for more. He keeps his eyes on me as he swirls his tongue around my sensitive flesh.
He lays me down and works his way down my body after he’s rid me of my bottoms, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
When he reaches my core, I begin to squirm, and he grins up at me. “Does my beautiful wife want me to give this pretty pussy some well-deserved attention?” He takes his fingers, parting my folds. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, sounding downright ravenous.
The first swipe of his tongue has my hips arching to meet his mouth. The second has me slapping my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.
He grabs my arm and pins it to the bed. “Don’t you dare try to cover up your sounds. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” When I don’t say anything, he says, “Nod if you understand.” I jerk my head quickly. “Good.” He presses a kiss to my clit. “Now let me eat.”
He licks and sucks at my flesh like I’m a five-star meal and he doesn’t want to leave anything behind.
In no time my fingers are gripping the sheets and I’m struggling against him from the intensity of it all.
“Fisher, I—I’m gonna…”
“That’s it, baby,” he croons. “Soak my face.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to recover from the orgasm. He just keeps going and since I’m already so sensitive, I come again embarrassingly fast.
I struggle to catch my breath as he climbs off the bed. He fully strips off his clothes and gives his cock a hard tug.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asks. “I know last time—”
He trails off because I’m already shaking my head. “We don’t need it.”
He rejoins me on the bed, the warmth of his body nearly swallowing me whole as he settles on top of me.
“Wait.” My hand settles on his chest, right over the pounding of his heart. “I want to—”
He already senses what I’m going to say and shakes his head profusely. “If that fucking dangerous mouth of yours touches my cock right now, I’m gonna blow in zero-point-two seconds.” A giggle escapes me and he smirks. “Oh, that amuses you?”
“A little,” I admit. My fingers graze his chest, dragging down his stomach. He hisses out a breath when my fingers graze the base of his cock. “You think you won’t be so quick off the mark when you get inside me?”
“At least I’ll come in that fucking perfect pussy of yours.”
He grabs a pillow and positions it under my hips. I swear he’s chanting under his breath about not coming.
When he has me positioned how he wants me, he guides his cock to my entrance and slowly eases inside. “Fuck,” he groans, pushing all the way in. “You were fucking made for me.”
He stays like that, not moving and holding my hips so that I can’t either.
“Fisher,” I plead, grabbing onto his arms. “I need you to move.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says through gritted teeth. “I need…” He barely moves and he’s coming. In another guy, it might be a total turn off, but knowing that Fisher wants me so bad that he can’t stop himself from coming is fucking hot. “Oh, fuck,” he curses. “I’m sorry. I—”
I grab his chin and his eyes trail up from our joined bodies to meet my gaze. “Don’t apologize. It’s such a turn on to know that I can unravel you like that.”
Already he’s hardening again inside me.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He pulls all the way out and his eyes fixate on my pussy. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses. “It’s so fucking hot seeing you so full of me.”
He scoops up the cum that leaks out and shoves it back in with two fingers. My pussy clenches around his digits, desperate to be filled.
With his other hand, he strokes his already fully hard cock.
“Please,” I beg, and he happily obliges.
As he sinks inside me again, his mouth finds mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me.
“I’m not going to break,” I tell him. “Give me more.”
A gasp flies out of me when he sits up, taking me with him. Holding my hips, he bounces me up and down on his cock. My nails dig into his shoulders, scratching his skin. If it hurts, he doesn’t show it.
“I love you,” I tell him.
His eyes close in reverence. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that again and I’d resigned myself to the fact that I never would.” Gripping my chin so he can angle my head back, his lips pepper kisses along my neck. “I love you, too. So fucking much.”
We fall apart together this time. My body is limp with exhaustion, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Fisher slips off the bed, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. He cleans me up between my legs and tosses the cloth in the sink.
He moves me so my head is on a pillow and then joins me, wrapping his body around mine. His lips press a tender kiss to the back of my shoulder.
When I close my eyes and drift off to sleep it’s with a smile on my face.