Sweet Enough to Eat (Wedding Cake 2)

“What’s that?” I ask. My breath comes out with a hitch. Dean is always doing something different in bed. I find I’ll let him do anything to me. The man knows how to make me come. Hell, sometimes I can’t stop coming. I’m a hair trigger when it comes to him.

He comes down on the bed over me, his hand going between my legs. My hips rise off the bed when his thumb brushes my clit. “Knew I wouldn’t need lube. You’re always so fucking wet and ready for whatever I want to do to you.”

“Yes,” I agree with a whimper as he starts to push something inside of me. “Do it to me.” His mouth comes down on mine as he turns on the thing he put inside of me, pushing it all the way into me.

I moan when the vibration goes through my whole body. “Dean!” I shout when he pulls his mouth from mine.

“Only getting started.” He moves down my body, pushing my dress farther up as his mouth locks onto my clit. I come. It’s hard and fast and I have no control over it. As fast as the last one hit, another falls onto me. “Dean, I can’t! Turn it off.” I whimper. It’s all too much. He lifts his mouth from mine.

His eyes widen and I wiggle, and the vibration makes another orgasm push forward. How can I be coming again so quickly? It feels so good it almost hurts. The sensations are too much and too close together. One orgasm bleeds into another.

“It’s not shutting off.” He tosses the remote to the side. He pushes a finger into me and I feel him give a tug. The egg vibrator moves some and I come again. My hips rise off the bed. When the wave of pleasure fades, Dean’s eyes are bigger than before. In his hand is a string.

“Get it out.” I grit my teeth.

“It broke,” he says, looking at the string thing in his hand. “You pull it out with this.” He waves the string. “Your tight pussy wouldn’t let it go, so the string broke.”

I want to yell at him. I know it’s not his fault. I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry, but I know what I do. I fucking come again.

“Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn hot,” Dean says. He pushes off the bed, righting his pants and putting his very hard cock away.

“What are you doing? Get this thing out of me,” I demand. Why is he getting dressed? Once he gets this out we’re still having sex.

Dean shakes his head. “I think we know how this goes.” He looks apologetic, but I have no idea what he’s talking about. “At least this time we don’t have to call Hank.”

I groan, throwing my hands over my face as my husband picks me up from the bed. I bury my face in his neck. This time I bite his neck as I come again.

Dean groans and I wonder if he came, too. I kiss the spot I bit. “Sorry.”

“Liar,” he laughs as he puts me into the car. I can’t help but laugh with him.

“Love you,” he tells me.

I let out a long sigh. “I love you, too,” I tell him, because I do. I also know I’ll be laughing about this later. We get ourselves in all kinds of sexual situations, but it’s always filled with so much pleasure. Our life together always is.

THE END!