As I lay there in the long shadows of the afternoon and listen for the fumbling of keys in shakey hands I can feel the familiar throbbing warmth growing between my legs. I hear the key find purchase and the grinding metal release of the door latch sets my soul on fire. Adrenaline is pumping hot and fast through my veins, my legs suddenly can’t sit still and the rubbing and shifting becomes focused on my upper thighs. I’m wet. I’m really wet.
As the bedroom door slowly opens my legs fall apart and the cool air rushes across my naked skin to relieve the burning. There are no words spoken. Just deliberate, practiced readying. Struggling at the jean button, I reach out and flick the button free as the first electric touch slides through my throbbing, glistening core. I convulse up. Hips pressing that touch, urging that touch to go further.
My mouth is dry and, as if conjured from some deep need inside me, two plump, warm lips meet mine. The lips part and I take long, hungry breathes, begging this strong tongue to be the first penetration. I feel fingers gingerly exploring the aching wetness between my legs. Rubbing the length of each long finger through my wet slit, carefully avoiding the begging point of satisfaction. As I suck his tongue into my mouth, I realize suddenly why each finger had to be so thoroughly wet.
I work his tongue in and out of my mouth as those long fingers follow the same rhythm. The fingers quicken and become urgent, too fast. Slow down! Stop! Now again, slowly, circle that pulsing point. I slide my fingers down and spread my pink lips wide open, and, together, the waves begin.
Repositioning himself between my two slack spread thighs, I come to full awareness as the hot, hard pressure invades my tight wetness. The feeling of not only being full but stretched takes my breath away. I clench my muscles and hold him still, letting my body relax and adjust to this intrusion. I feel him pulsing and twitching and begin to slowly release my grip, allowing him to begin moving inside me.
Every time he slides back I feel empty. Let me hold on and keep you deep. My legs lock behind his hips and I force him to stay deep inside me. I have him. I hold him. I feel him. I take him. All of him. As he grows soft and slips out of the warm shelter, I tilt my hips back and slide a pillow under me. I do this for Him. I turn my head away, indicating his dismissal. As quietly and simply as he entered, he leaves.
I’m drowsy and my thoughts slip away. I do this for Him, but I’d be lying if I thought I could live without this. Knowing that I can have… no, knowing that I can pleasure and satisfy more than just my Husband. Knowing that He loves allowing others to experience that which they will never have. Knowing I am His.
Somewhere between sleep and awake, I feel Him at the end of the bed. He slides His hands up my legs and forces them back and open, giving Him a full view of my love for Him. He leans in close and I hear Him inhale long and slow. He loves the smell of my sex. Of our sex.
He is almost panting now with anticipation. I’m not giving Him the reward that easy. I snap my legs shut and roll to my knees. I present proudly to my Husband and push ever so slightly until the first pearls of another man’s seed slide from my tight, used pussy. I can feel His face light up as He grasps a buttock in each hand and spreads me wide, placing His tongue delicately on the tender spot between my two aching holes, I grind my hips toward his face, begging Him to taste what I’ve worked so hard for… SLAP!
The shock makes me go blank for a minute. What the??? SLAP!
Again, SLAP! I turn to try to look and He grabs a fist full of hair and holds me prone. With His free hand, He releases himself, and, in what seems like one swift motion, pushes me flat and forces Himself into my hot wetness and through another man’s seed.
We have never. He has never. I don’t have time to figure it out now. I only have time to stay in the moment, with Him pushing in and through me. Owning me and reclaiming what is His. Each pump deeper and harder than the last.
I know my only job now is to withstand Him. A tear falls down my cheek and I hold my breath against the splitting of my core. I beg Him to stop. I plead with Him. I offer my mouth as a replacement, but He is hell-bent on owning me and I now know He loves this as much as He hates it. He loves it for me. I stop fighting against Him and move with Him, daring my body not to keep up. And as I relax into Him, with Him, He knows I am only His.
The rhythm always goes sporadic. It’s how I know he’s past the point. The thrusts get short and urgent and somehow deeper. The tensing of His whole body and the shutter and urgent digging in. Pushing Himself in and down, collapsing His body weight on me. All goes still except the occasional spasming as He leaves every drop of Himself inside me.
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