She rolls her eyes. “Gee, thanks for your vote of confidence.”
I wink. “Anytime, babe.”
I grab her tits— because hello, they’re right in front of my face—and start sucking with just enough pressure to leave a mark. First the left, then over to the right. Yeah, it’s a caveman move, but quite frankly, I don’t care. I’d leave hickeys all over her body if I didn’t think she’d castrate me afterwards. At least she can easily hide these. Charlee clearly needs a bit more of an assist so I roll her nipples between my lips. She groans and goes a little deeper as I start playing with her piercing. I’m rubbing and biting and licking anything I can reach until her ass finally hits my lap.
My eyes roll back for a moment as the sheer ecstasy of this woman strangling my dick really hits me. “Now, was that so hard?”
Charlee smirks and rocks forward a bit. “Oh, it’s hard, all right.”
“Smartass.” She yelps when I pinch her ass.
I thread my fingers through Charlee’s hair and pull her lips down to mine. She whimpers as I plunder her mouth with my tongue and kisses me back with just as much fervor. I’d do this all night long if I could but my need to come is damn near palpable so I pull back, urging her to move.
“Ride me, Charlee. Fucking ride me.”
Her head falls back as she glides upward and back down again. “God, Drew. You feel so good.”
“You too, honey. So fucking good.” Major understatement there. Nothing has ever felt this good.
I palm her breasts and alternate sucking on them with kissing her mouth as she rides me slowly but surely. As Charlee gets close, she starts losing her rhythm so I take control. I grab on to her hips and move her up and down my dick until we’re both moaning each other’s names, covered in sweat, and on the verge of explodin
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“Fuck, Drew,” she pants. “Just like that. I’m almost there. So fucking close.”
“Me too, baby.”
Charlee’s nails are digging into my shoulders as her pussy grips my cock tighter and tighter. I pull her forward so her clit hits my pelvis with each stroke and increase my speed.
She gasps when I get really deep. “Drew...”
I bite her earlobe and whisper, “Come on, baby. I need you to get there. You feel too fucking good. I’m not going to last much longer.”
With one more thrust, she comes, hugging my dick so perfectly I want to weep. Charlee buries her head into my neck as my own release arrives seconds later, exploding out of me with a vengeance. I shudder as I spill into the condom. I make no move to slide out of her once I come back to Earth, perfectly content staying here forever. I kiss her forehead, then her cheeks and then her eyelids, before going back to her lips. I know I need to pull out before I completely soften—don’t want to spill the baby gravy after all—so I do so reluctantly and toss the spent condom in the nearby trash.
I know this started out with some serious hate fuck vibes but somewhere along the way it morphed into something else. What exactly that is, I couldn’t tell you, but I don’t mind one bit. Whatever this is, it’s better. I’ve had a long day in the desert sun, with I don’t even know how many drinks. And after what was arguably the best sex of my life, I should be fucking exhausted, but I’m not. Seeing Charlee spread out on the bed, in all her naked glory, I’m wired.
I lie on the mattress beside her and slide my thumb against her flushed cheek. “You’re the most beautiful wife on the planet. With the most perfect pussy.”
She chuckles as she turns into my hand. “You couldn’t resist throwing in that last bit, could you?”
I smile. “I wouldn’t be me if I did.”
Charlee nuzzles my palm and looks up at me adoringly. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Summers. Your monster cock is pretty great too.”
I kiss her lips. “Why thank you, Mrs. Summers.”
Charlee traces her finger over the tattoo on my bicep. Little Drew stirs as she replaces that finger with her tongue. “I like this.” She pauses when she reaches the Celtic Maltese Cross in the center of the band. “Especially this part. What does it stand for?”
I watch as she outlines the flames surrounding it. “It’s a symbol of protection and badge of honor. For firefighters, it stands for perseverance, loyalty, dexterity, explicitness, observation, tact, sympathy, and gallantry.”
She places a soft kiss over the center of the cross. “It fits you perfectly, Drew.” She giggles. “Especially the explicitness part.”
I laugh. “Different kind of explicitness, but thank you, honey.” I’m grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. I’ve never been someone who needs another’s approval, but for some reason, Charlee saying that makes me fucking giddy.
Charlee smiles. “I know. Just couldn’t resist the opening.”
I brush some damp hair away from her forehead. “How are you possibly still single?”