“Then I plan to put my thick, hard cock inside her,” I whisper against her navel, before I shift a little lower, kissing down, down, until my lips are pressed against her mound.
She shivers underneath me, and I can feel every breath she takes, the way her belly sucks in and out. I reach down to trail my fingertip along her slit, and I grin to find her already soaking wet, her pussy wet with desire.
“I plan to fuck my wife,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her clit as I speak, which only earns me another faint gasp from her parted lips. I lock eyes with her. “I want to fuck her so hard she’ll find walking tomorrow hard…”
Her hips arch up against me, and she reaches down to bury her hands in my hair, pulling my face toward her pussy. “Fuck yes. Fuck me, Xander.”
But I duck from her grasp and keep moving, kissing my way down one of her soft, smooth thighs, toward her knees. “Ah, ah… not yet.” I wink, and I’m rewarded by the little moue of frustration her lips make. God, I could watch that woman pout all damn day. Or smile. Or laugh. Or do just about anything.
I never really understood why my family was so obsessed with the idea of me settling down, finding a woman I wanted to be with. Not until now. But being with Melanie makes me understand why my family, and my father especially, pushed me. I remember how happy my father was being with my mom, even on hard days, even when she was upset or angry, or later on, toward the end, when she was at her sickest. He lit up every time she was in the room anyway, no matter what else was going on in their lives.
That’s how I feel, being with Melanie. She makes the whole world open up for me and lightens even the darkest of days. And I don’t plan on ever letting go of that, or of her.
I take my time with this. I kiss all the way down to her toes, and suck them into my mouth one by one, until they curl involuntarily, her hands digging into the edges of the leather cushions. Then I swirl my tongue back up over her ankles, along the opposite leg now. I kiss and lick and suck and nibble my way up her leg, trailing my tongue along the back of her knee, up her inner thigh.
I savor every inch of her, the taste of her, the scent, the feel of her body beneath mine. I’ll never drink my fill of this woman, but I’ll be damned if I won’t try to anyway.
Finally, when I draw back close to her pussy again, I can’t resist the sweet scent of her, wet as she is, hungry with want for me.
“Be a good wife and come for your husband,” I whisper against her pussy lips, before I start to lick her, hard and fast, my tongue stroking along her length.
It doesn’t take her long. All the buildup has left her body poised on the edge, live as a wire. When she comes, she raises her thighs to either side of me, pinning my face between them, so my rough stubble scratches at her inner thighs. Her whole body arches up off the couch, and I grasp her hips, pull her pussy against my face and eat her out until she screams my name.
By the second orgasm, I can’t contain my own desire anymore. I pull her hips toward me, grab her ankles and pull them up and over my shoulders so she’s pinned beneath me. Her hands grasp my shoulders, and her hips arch up against me as I guide the tip of my cock to her wet entrance.
“Fuck me,” she begs, and god I love that filthy mouth of hers. “Fuck me, fill me up with your cum.”
I press into her in a single smooth, hard motion, and it earns me a long, low, delicious moan. “You like that, wife?” I whisper, my own voice throaty and tight with want. “You like how my cock feels inside your tight pussy?”
She moans in agreement, unable to form words. I know the feeling. I pull back, just a few inches, and thrust back into her, faster this time, the tip of my cock plunging just a little deeper.
Her hips buck against me, and I grab her ass with both hands, tightly, hard enough that it will leave marks in the morning, but neither of us cares. She loves it as rough as I do, and I love that about her. “Fuck yes,” she moans, as I start to thrust into her harder, faster.
I find a rhythm, pick up speed. Her hips bounce up off the couch as my cock spears deep into her tight pussy, her walls clenched as hard as a fist around me. “Come for me, wife. Come on my cock,” I say, my voice low and hard with the command.