Leaning in, I swiped my tongue up the center of her folds and groaned when her taste hit me. I’d intended for this to be slow and gentle, something I loved with her, but right now, I needed her, and that obliterated any control I had.
Using my thumbs, I pulled her lips apart and homed in on her clit, sucking it in alternating soft and hard pulls until I felt her begin to tense and her thighs started shaking. My hands weren’t idle, and I used them to undo my jeans and roll a condom down my length, so I didn’t have to waste any time doing it at the moment I was waiting for.
And that moment was when her breath hitched, something that I now knew happened each time she was just about to come. Hearing it, I stood up and began pressing into her, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head at the feeling of her strangling my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned.
It amazed me that regardless of how many times we’d done this, I still couldn’t catch my breath when I was inside her. She just fit so perfectly around me, all snug and hot.
“Fuck me, Marcus,” she cried, her back arching off the desk. “Please.”
Never let it be said I didn’t give my woman what she wanted… but on my terms.
Slowly withdrawing to the tip, I bit down on my lip to stop the “fuck, yes!” that wanted to burst out of me as the nerves in it lit up.
Meeting her eyes, I warned, “Brace.”
“Prepare yourself for impact?” she snickered, then blushed. “Sorry, I don’t know why that came out.”
Life with my baby was definitely never boring, and this was the perfect example of why. I’d lived every day in a routine that rarely got changed, regardless of how big my family was. Life was the ranch, the routine of the ranch, but Addy brought color to my routine. I was still living it, but just in a different way now, and I planned my days around her.
She’d become the center of my world in every sense.
Thrusting into her, I hissed as her walls clamped tightly around me, then withdrew and did it again. Repeatedly.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, watching as she slid higher up the desk until her shoulder hit the pot of pens, sending it to the ground with a smash.
The noise didn’t stop us, neither did the prospect of more things from the desk joining it, including my computer, which I could see wobbling precariously with each hard thrust out of the corner of my eye.
Seriously, how much more could gravity and physics take before it teetered too far backward, and I’d have to buy a new one?
However, a more pressing concern was that Addy’s head was now almost off the desk, and I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or to fall herself, so I pulled out, intending to change positions.
Then another idea popped into my head. Moving as quickly as I could, I pulled her back down the desk and shifted until my head was over her pussy again and clamped my mouth down around her, making her scream.
Groaning as I licked into her, I slid one of my hands over her pelvis until I could use my thumb on her clit. It took all of twenty seconds before she was screaming again as she spasmed around me, and that’s when I stood up and plunged back inside her.
Her eyes were trained on me as I pushed through the swollen tissues until they engulfed me, making my eyes shut of their own volition. Sometimes things just felt too good, and you had to shut out everything so you could either thank whatever entity you believed in or so you could take a moment to get your breath back because the feeling had stolen it.
Me? I did both.
Thank you, Yoda!
Opening them back up again, I watched her face as I withdrew and thrust into her. This time, I made sure to keep one hand on her shoulder and one on the thigh that was wrapped around my waist, to avoid her landing on what would undoubtedly be shards of pottery and a bunch of pens.
I’d love to say I had the stamina of a porn star, but I’d been too close to the edge when I’d entered her again, so this time my frantic thrusts were because I was chasing my own climax.
Something Addy undoubtedly knew because she clenched down around me.
“Addy,” I growled, keeping my eyes on hers.
“Come, baby,” she whispered breathlessly. It was rare for her to use the endearment, and to many people, it was a throwaway name, one they used recklessly for their own purposes.
For us, calling each other ‘baby’ meant something different. Something deeper. I couldn’t say for sure what it meant for her because I’d never raised the topic with Addy about it, but for me, it was because she was precious to me. I’d never been a darlin’ person, it just didn’t fall easily from my mouth, but occasionally I’d call her sweetheart.