She works me up quickly while my hands fist in her hair, and I don’t hold back. I move my hips in time with her motions and start to really fuck her mouth.
It feels fucking incredible as she works on me tirelessly.
My cock begins to twitch, and my balls are drawn up tight. I can barely get in enough breath, I’m breathing so fast. I drop my head back and groan loudly as I feel the build-up inside me threatening to explode. I tap the side of her face to let her know I’m about to come, but she deep throats me again, my breath catches as I gasp out, “holy shit.” I can’t hold on any longer, and I come undone in her mouth with a long, drawn-out moan.
Sarah sucks one last time, and it’s so sensitive that I jerk a little, and then she moves her mouth away from my cock with a pop. I look down at her through foggy eyes and see her swallow. I never get tired of watching her do that and then she licks her lips like it’s a tasty treat.
“Delicious as always,” she compliments, and then she winks at me.
I’m trying to catch my breath while she moves to the head of the bed and makes room for me to sit. I try to, but I end up collapsing on my back. Sarah giggles and cuddles into my chest.
“Your lips are my favorite part of you,” I murmur.
“Thanks… I think.” She giggles and leans over, pressing those amazing lips to mine. Her tongue enters my mouth as I come down, and I can taste myself on her.
I fucking love my wife!
She lets me recover, which takes longer than I want it to, then finally stands to grab the chocolate mousse from the chest of drawers.
“Now, Mrs. Starke, let me smother you in this so I can lick every inch of you,” I say, walking back over and dipping the spoon into the mousse.
“Fuck yeah,” she beams, making me chuckle.
Sarah’s on her back, and I sit in between her spread-eagle legs and smother some mousse on her stomach.
It’s dessert time!
After the crazy night, we decided to sleep in seeing as Ethan stayed at my parents’ last night. I know Mom’s dropping him home around midday, but I’m sure it’s nowhere near that. I hardly ever sleep past six thirty anymore, thanks to Ethan. So, at a guess, it can’t be any later than about eight or so. I made an absolute mess last night with the mousse—it’s all through the bed—so we’ll have to change the sheets before Ethan arrives home.
Sarah yawns and cuddles into my side. I kiss her head softly, and she looks up at me. “Morning, babe.”
“Morning. Anything in particular you want for breakfast?” I ask.
“How ‘bout one more round before Mel gets here with our boy?” Sarah’s hand creeps down my stomach toward my already semi-hard cock.
“Mmm… sounds perfect,” I say.
She takes me in her hand and begins to tug lightly, which makes me fully hard in two point five seconds. Then she sits up suddenly and throws back the sheets, slides on top of me and leans down to kiss me with force.
Fuck, I love her!
There’s no fooling around this time. Let’s get straight to the action!
She straddles and lowers herself onto me, and her extra-tight pussy is already wet and raring to go. We both moan as she starts her movements up and down with her hands resting on my chest supporting her.
She feels so damn good—I know I’ll never get sick of this.
While she rides me, our breathing accelerates as her tightness engulfs every inch of me. Her movements send warmth through me, and I know I’m not going to last long this time. My hands grab hold of her hips to help her as she moans out in pleasure. I feel my balls tighten, and Sarah scrunches her face, so I know she’s close too.
We work together striving toward another explosion.
I moan loudly while she grinds down on me. My cock hardens even more. I’m right on the edge and with one more pump, I know I’m going to come in her so hard. She rocks on me, and I moan loudly as my balls squeeze, and—
The doorbell rings.
No, no, no!
Sarah stops moving and instantly turns toward the door.