I ran my hands gently up and down her front and sides, paying close attention to between her thighs. She grew hot fast and writhed against my cock that was pressed against her ass and back. I let my fingers dip into her while strumming her clit with the fingers of the other hand.
She lifted up and reached down between us for my cock, impaling herself on my hard length when she found it. She rocked back and forth while I played with her tits and threw her head back and moaned, exposing her neck to my teeth.
I chewed on her flesh until I left a mark while body slamming her onto my cock. The water seemed to help ease the flow and make it a little bit easier for her to take. She rocked herself hard on my cock as her hair trailed down onto my face and chest.
She spread her arms out to hold onto both sides of the tub, and I used the opportunity to grab her hips and fuck up into her harder. Water splashed, and bubbles parted as she bounced on my cock and begged me to fuck her with the tightening of her pussy.
When she came, her body buckled in half lengthwise, which means her chest concaved in on itself. Her insides flexed from her tummy to her womb, and I felt it around my cock. She didn’t stop shaking for a good ten minutes, and my cock enjoyed the hell out of it.
I noticed her orgasms had become more intense lately, and her sexual drive had escalated if that could be believed. I have my own theory on that, but that can wait for now. I just make sure and keep an eye on her, making sure she gets enough to eat and rest, which is about all I can do for now until we know for sure whether she’s carrying my child or not.
I’d made peace with her not telling me her secret, convincing myself that whatever it was, we’d get through it together. I decided to take what I wanted for once instead of what was wanted for me.
So I let go of my fears and doubts and just loved the time we had together, which I hope is forever. At the end of the day, she’s not going anywhere no matter what, so what does it matter if she has my child now or later?
GENEVIEVE
W hen does it get old? I think I’ve heard somewhere that too much time spent with the same person can become boring. And with us now spending our days in the same office then coming home together, eating together, sleeping together, I’ve been half-expecting this, but it has yet to show up.
Maybe because in the office we’re working. The only time we have sex there is on a break, like a long lunch of in-between calls, which doesn’t happen very often. So, maybe the close proximity without really being able to touch builds up the anticipation that we unleash on each other as soon as the door is closed behind us when we get home.
Whatever the reasons, I love it. I love all the nuances, all the highs, and lows, even the little arguments we have. Maybe those I like because Gregory only seems to know one solution to every confrontation between us. To take me down and mount me, using his dick to put me in my place.
I’d never heard of sex as a punishment, but he does it well; now I’m hooked. He’s trained me well, to the point that as soon as one of us raises our voice, my pussy starts to get wet because I know that no matter who’s right, it’s me who’s going to pay the price for his frustration.
His newest thing is turning me over his knee and spanking me, followed by a hard deep fuck that always leaves me hurting. And living with him these last few months has given me all the insight into him I’ll ever need. He’s sweet, strong, giving, and kind. He’s also opinionated about everything that has to do with me, controlling and pig-headed.
“I want to go to the gym, the real one.” Not really, but I thought I should spice things up since he’d been looking down in the dumps ever since his lunch date with Darla-Sue earlier. I’m sure she filled his head with her whining bullshit, and that’s why he’s been looking so despondent.
Time to get his mind back on who matters, yours truly. “And I said we have a perfectly good gym right here at home that you’re gonna use. There’s no need for you to go elsewhere, and especially not wearing that.” I looked down at myself, “What’s the matter with what I’ve got on?”
“I can see your pussy, that’s what.”