Chapter Thirty-Six #3
My boxer briefs were gone moments later and I took pleasure in rolling her panties down her thighs, my mind wandering to fantasies of my tongue sinking past her pretty slit.
“I want you on top,” I told her.
She nodded. “You’re sure—”
“Fucking hell, Vera. Sit on my dick right now. I’m sure.”
We rotated back around so that she was straddling me again. She sat up on her knees, creating enough space for my cock to run along her seam.
I gripped the base of myself and pressed against her there. Her head fell back with a breathy sigh.
She reached down between us, her fingers wrapped around mine so that we could both guide myself inside of her dripping opening.
“Wait,” I said. “Let me grab a condom.”
I reached back to the nightstand where my wallet was and she ground herself against my cock. I gasped as it slid in just slightly.
“Just let me feel you,” she said. “Just for a second. And then we can be good and responsible people.”
I shuddered as she sank down farther. There was more to consider than pregnancy, but logic was the furthest thing from my brain right now. “Vera, you need to know how much fortitude it’s going to take for me to slide my dick out of you and wrap it up.”
She nodded. “I know, I know, I know.” For a moment, she just sat there, warming my cock and only occasionally circling her hips in search of friction.
“Okay,” she finally said, and sat up, letting me slip out of her. “Fuck,” she hissed.
My body was practically offended at the loss of her warmth. I scrambled quickly to free the condom from my wallet and then tore at the wrapper with my teeth. Vera’s fingers wrapped around my base as I rolled the condom down.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Painfully so,” I said back to her in the darkness of our room.
Carefully, I lined myself up against her wet entrance and then I thrust up with one quick go. She crumpled against my chest and just breathed against my neck.
Then, after a moment of adjusting, she began to rut against me a little. At this angle, my shaft dragged along that sensitive bud at her center. She stayed there. Using me. And fuck, I could not imagine a more worthy purpose in life than to be used by Vera Stein.
I needed to know if she was just horny or if this felt as wildly personal and sensual to her as it did to me.
For the first time in my life, sex felt like I was cracking my ribs in half and letting someone see inside of me.
I could never have enough of her. I was starved for her and my appetite was bottomless.
Her breath fluttered against my neck and my eyes burned with unshed tears and, fuck, I could not be the guy who cried during sex.
But it felt that good. It wasn’t the same with the condom on, but being this near to her was the closest to my truest self I’d ever been.
My hands found hers and I sunk my teeth into her shoulder as I pushed her arms behind her back and held her wrists with one hand.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Vera. Is this hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I bucked upward once, forcing her to bounce on top of me.
God, I wanted to drown in her. Put it on my death certificate. Cause of death: willfully drowned in his desire for Vera Stein.
“Do you like it when your husband pins your arms back and takes you?”
“Yes.” She whimpered. “Please keep going.”
And so I did. I fucked her from below and the sounds of our bodies meeting was vulgar. My balls slapped against her perfectly round ass and her tits swayed above. I let myself give into temptation over and over again as I licked and scraped my teeth across the curve of her breasts.
“I’m going to let go of your hands now, Vera, but I want you to keep them there for me. Can my little wife follow instructions?”
“I’ll try,” she whined.
“That’s my girl.”
I found her clit with my thumb and drew circles around it. My movements were erratic and sometimes painfully slow or relentlessly fast.
In a moment of heated desperation, Vera sat back and braced her hands on my thighs so that she could regain some control and move against my thumb more freely.
I almost teased her about ignoring my instructions, but the view of her like this, stretched back, lost in pleasure, was too perfect. I slid my free hand up her waist and cupped one of her breasts.
“I’m close, Vera.” She was so soft and warm and I was wholly undeserving.
She sighed.
“But I think you’re closer.”
The tips of my fingers dug into her waist as I held her steady and thrust into her channel over and over again. My thumb rubbed her lovely center with new purpose now.
Above me, she cried out as pulses of pleasure coursed through her body and had her quivering in my hands. The walls of her tightened around me, and I held her waist steady as I chased my orgasm. A painful groan ripped through my chest as my warm release spilled into the condom.
She held me inside of her as we both came down, her warm cheek nestled against my chest. I wanted to freeze time and live within this moment indefinitely. I didn’t want to open the door of this room or for the sun to rise. I just wanted to be here with her forever.
It took her shivering and yawning twice before I untangled our bodies to dispose of the condom and to clean up a little.
Vera stepped into the bathroom behind me and turned on the shower.
Steam filled the marble bathroom and I decided that if watching her fall for Brody over the last few months meant that I got her in the end—that it was my body she curled around at night and my pillow where she rested her head—then it was all worth it.
But that happy ending was wishful thinking. Daylight would come and with it, the consequences of our actions.