“Do that again.” I tell her when she brings her hand out of her undies.
“Wh-what?”
“Do that again. Stick your hand in my pussy and play with her. I want to watch.” Her hand goes back in her undies and as she starts moving it up and down, I begin stroking my cock as well. I inch closer to her, needing to smell her desire. I need it to hold me off for a moment so I can play this out.
“Go faster baby. That’s right. In and out. Use your other hand to raise your shirt.” My hand squeezes my cock even harder as she does what I tell her. Her obedience alone will send me shooting into the air and that is a no-go. The only place that gets my cream right now is her pussy. Until I know my baby is inside her snug, warm, and growing, I cum nowhere else.
“Fuck yes. Now take your juice covered fingers and rub them across your nipples.” She does so, without any hesitation, her eyes glassy from desire. She gets off on this just like me. She removes her hand and circles them around her nipples over and over before putting her fingers back in her pussy.
“Good girl. You like that don’t you. You like being my dirty girl.” Ah fuck. I can feel my balls drawing up, tightening as they prepare to detonate.
“Yes! Sax. Fuck me. Oh God.” Her hand begins to move faster as she begs me to fuck her. I move closer. Close enough to touch her and the smell of her sugar is my undoing. Leaning down not moving my hands from my cock, I lick her nipple, moaning around the bud that now tastes like her pussy and everything begins to spin.
“Sweet, dirty, wife. Fuck.” I bite one of them and she screams, shaking as her orgasm races towards her. Not able to hold it anymore, I pull her hands from crotch, put them in my mouth as I tear off her panties and shove my cock into her slippery pussy. We both yell as the impact spreads through our bodies, causing us to almost blackout.
“SAX!!! So good. So big ...YES!!! I NEED TO COME.” She shouts at me before my mouth meets hers and I begin moving in and out with an urgency akin to life saving. Our hands roam one another as our mouths refuse to part. It’s all too much. She cums, biting my lip and shaking, her hands gripping my hair, begging for balance. Pulling my mouth from hers, I shout out my release. My body shivering as desire and love collide.
“I fucking love you so much baby.” I say kissing her head as I pull out and fall onto the kitchen floor. She slides of the counter and falls on top of me, our bodies sweaty and sticking to our clothes.
“I love you too, Saxson.” she says as she lays her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and give thanks once again that I found her first.22LexiTwo weeks laterI stop in the foyer of my new house and once again spin in circles as I marvel at how my life has changed. I assumed that when our honeymoon was over, we would come back to the house he was moving into when I met him. I even fretted over it, my parents being across the way and all. Saying as much to Saxson. He looked at me, when I voiced this to him, like I somehow had hurt him. He grabbed my face, making sure I was looking at him. “Is this how you see me Lexi? As a man who would take you from your no-good parents, who didn’t deserve you by the way and then force you to live across from them, knowing I would never allow them near you ever again? IS this the man you married?” Well shit. When he puts it that way?
Then of course I felt bad, so I made it up to him the only way I could. I dropped to my knees and gagged myself on his cock over and over until I was snotting and crying, my face a fucking mess. When he warned me that he was going to cum, I move my mouth and let him spray me all over my face. I then got up, bent over his desk, and let him have his way with me. Crap. My pussy is throbbing right now thinking about it.
He sat me down after a shower and told me that he had his secretary create a list of houses closer to his parents and he handed me a folder. I opened it up and I couldn’t contain the gasp that left my mouth. These were not houses. These were mansions. No, castles. They were beautiful. Never in my life did imagine I would live in any of these. Let alone with a man like him. Not bothering with the tear in my eye, I looked up at him, my husband, and simply said, “Thank you.” The look in his eyes told me he knew what I was really saying and that made me happy. That day forward changed something in our relationship. It added more...softness.