“For what?” Now he’s moved to my breast, pulling one of my nipples between his teeth.
“Well I know what you’re hungry for.”
“Always, my wife. All the fucking time; I want to be buried to the hilt inside of your pussy.” His words eat up my flesh, causing me to blush.
“I love how easily I can turn you on,” he says, sliding a finger between my folds. My eyes roll back in my head as I try to focus on him. “We are going to have an amazing sex life.”
“Is that so?”
Josh pushes the rest of the sheet off of us, exposing his hard on. He strokes it a few times and even as I watch him, I can feel his eyes roaming all over my body. I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s to come. A shiver goes through me as I picture myself sitting on top of him with my head thrown back in ecstasy. Sex with him is the one fantasy that he hasn’t left me disappointed. I had always imagined what it would be like with Josh and he’s delivered each and every time.
I straddle his lap and grab his shaft to guide him into my wet center. Slowly, I ease myself down onto him while his hands remain steady on my hips. My fingers dig into his abdomen as he closes his eyes and pushes his head back into his pillow.
“Don’t move yet,” he murmurs, meeting my gaze.
“Why not?” When I shimmy my hips, his hands clamp down, adding pressure to my hipbone.
“I just want this moment, so I can memorize you like this.”
“Like what?”
“The way you look right now with my dick buried deep inside of you with your pink flesh and your nipples peaked ready for my mouth.”
“Joshua Wilson, I never knew you were so damn dirty.” I rock my hips forward as his grip tightens.
“I never knew sex could be so empowering. You’re like the charge of electricity that I need to fucking live. I’ve never felt this way before.”
With his words I push his hands above his head and leave them there. I’m not strong enough to hold him down so I can only hope he complies with my silent request. Rising up to plant my feet on the bed and placing my hands on his stomach for leverage, I push myself off his erection, only to slide back down again.
“Fuck me.” He watches his dick move in and out of me. “This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
Even though I suspect otherwise, I’m choosing to believe him. I’m choosing to listen to everything he says when he tells me that he’s never felt like this.
My legs tire quickly, forcing me to change positions. I rock toward him, letting my breasts drag against his chest.
“Touch me,” I beg, needing to feel him.
“Fuck yes.” Sitting up, he immediately takes one breast in his mouth. He alternates between sucking and biting while his other hand disappears between us and his finger starts rubbing and pinching my clit.
“You’re so deep.” The words that tumble out of my mouth in a non-coherent sentence seem to spur him on because he shifts positions, pulls me down to his chest, and starts thrusting into me. I scream out as my orgasm rushes through my body, making me convulse with pleasure.
Josh grunts as his release finds him and his limbs go weak. We’re both still, too tired to move and unwilling to disengage from each other.
“I’ve just decided you can’t stay here or move back home while I’m filming.”
I laugh, causing his still somewhat erect penis to flex inside of me.
“Do that again, babe.”
I do this repeatedly until he starts
moving slowly inside of me. The slow ministrations are welcomed and before I know it I’m flat on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Our releases are quick this time and feel more like aftershocks. It’s like we needed this extra bit to finish us both off.
He rolls off of me, pulling me into his side. “So like I was saying …”
“Yes, about me not staying here.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely coming to Alabama with me because there’s no way in hell I’m going to survive without being inside of you for that long.”