“You’re so sexy, baby,” he told me. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
I moaned as he fucked me, his balls slapping against my clit with every stroke, sending little bursts of pleasure through my core.
Keeping hold of my hair, Jay reached beneath me and found my clit with his expert fingers. I screamed as he pressed down on my already sensitive button. The sensation threatened to overwhelm me, and out of reflex, I reached down and tried to pull his hand away.
“No, duchess,” he replied, pushing my hand away. “I’m going to make you come again.”
“Again?” I moaned.
If I come again. I might explode!
“Again,” he replied. “I want your pussy coming on my cock when I shoot my load inside you.”
Okay, I thought, smiling against the blankets. If you insist.
At first, his fingers on my clit was almost too much for me to handle. But he went slow at first, letting me get used to the sensitivity, switching his strokes to long, slow and deep.
I knew he was watching his cock go in and out of me while my pussy lips gripped him as if to say, “You’re not going anywhere, mister!”
His balls were taut, filled with the cum I was longing to feel inside of me. My ass shook with each stroke and my clit ached as he massaged it gently, perfectly, coaxing me toward another orgasm that I was sure was going to kill me.
“I’m getting close, baby,” Jay growled, his voice strong and hungry.
Just hearing his words brought me closer to the edge. My whole body tingled like the fuses of a fireworks explosion had been lit. His finger pressed harder on my clit and I gasped. My mouth hung open as my beautiful husband buried his nine inches inside me and exploded.
His dick twitched and a hot load of cum sprayed inside me.
And that was all it took.
As he coated me, my body lit up as my clit came and shook me with unbearable pleasure pulses that made me lose all control.
I fell forward onto the bed and Jay fell with me, pressing me against the mattress as he came, his fingers playing across my clit as I did too.
I yelped and twisted uncontrollably onto my side, but Jay stayed inside me, kept his hand where it was and latched onto my neck with his teeth like he wanted to take a primal bite out of me.
Rope after rope of his powerful, hot seed shot into me, and as I came, I felt the deep love between us and the joy we’d share in the next three months when I gave birth.
My eyes opened and I gazed out at the sea, the same horizon we’d watched together when we first met, and felt the poetry of it all as our bodies twisted together in an unbreakable knot of love.
“You’re incredible,” Jay whispered as we started to recover. I put my hand over his and held it on my pussy, making sure he didn’t get any funny ideas and move it just to get a rise out of me.
“No, you,” I whispered back.
“You drive me wild, baby.”
“Can…can you give me a minute?” I asked. “I…can’t really…think right now.”
“That’s fine, baby. You don’t need to think. Just tell me you love me.”
His love gripped my lips and twisted them into a blissful smile. I twisted my head towards him, knowing he’d kiss me, which he did.
“I love you, Jay,” I whispered.
“And I love you, Rachel.”
The End.