I didn’t think that was the kind of thing that would turn me on, but apparently, it does. My cock jumps impatiently and I know I need to get my pants off immediately.
I gently run my tongue over her nipples without putting much pressure on them. She groans with pleasure as I slip my hand into her panties and start running my fingers between her lips.
She’s nice and wet already. I reach up for the swollen nub of her clit.
“Oh, Artem,” she groans.
I can tell from her breathless moans that she’s been craving me as much as I’ve been craving her.
Unable to take it anymore, I fumble with the buckle of my pants, but Esme’s hands reach out and push my hands away.
She takes over and undoes my buckle and zipper. I don’t think she even notices the gun strapped to the waistband as she pushes down my pants, then my boxers.
As they pool around my ankles, I step out of them and kick them both away. But before I grab hold of her, Esme has ducked down until she’s on her knees in front of me.
She looks up at me with hungry eyes as her hand circles around my shaft. She keeps her eyes on me as she strokes my cock. Then I watch as her tongue slips out and starts stroking against me.
“Fuck,” I growl. My eyes close involuntarily.
I’m not prepared for when she takes the entire length of me into her mouth, shoving me so far deep inside her that I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan again. I lean forward to grip the wall with both hands.
She doesn’t stop or slow down. She sucks me off, harder and harder until my hand lands on the top of her head.
I want to come right in her mouth, but I stop the urge and pull her back to her feet. It’s been months since I’ve touched her.
I want to be able to look my wife in the eye when I explode.
I scoop Esme up and carry her to the low sofa that’s pushed to one corner of the apartment.
Before her back even hits the cushions, I’ve pushed my cock deep inside her.
She clings to me as I thrust into her. I want to take it slow, but I don’t have the restraint to manage that right now.
This is a desperate fuck. A fuck months in the making.
There’ll be time for lovemaking later.
This is something far more primal.
Her full breasts bounce in my face and I feel her body tighten as the orgasm rolls over her.
Her nails dig into my back. I welcome the little darts of pain she’s sending through my body.
“Fuck… Artem… yeah…”
Then her walls tighten around my cock and they pulse violently as she comes. Her eyes roll back in her head. Waves rip through her.
And the moment I see her face relaxed into the ebb of satisfaction, I let myself go, too.
I erupt inside her. She rides the shock waves as we both pant deeply.
Slowly, it recedes, though it feels like we’re coming together for an hour.
Then her body relaxes underneath mine, and when I lift my face off her neck, I see the contentment draped across her features.
She meets my gaze and gives me a dazed smile. I kiss her lips softly and push myself off her. I’m pretty damn sure the sofa is gonna collapse under our combined weight.