Please Me

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“Good morning, Mrs. Williams,”I whisper into her ear. The sun is once again rising, but that’s not what has me up so early this morning. It’s the thought that I’m waking up with my wife wrapped around my body. Shit, she’s practically on top of me yet sound asleep. Leena’s a damn octopus in her sleep. Not that I mind one bit; it’s something I’ve come to enjoy each night when we fall into bed. Though, I doubt my wife even knows what her body does once she’s asleep. Apparently, Leena needs me throughout the night as much as I need her, even when we’re dead to the world and passed out.

Last night was one I’ll never forget. Hell, this whole trip has been nothing short of amazing, making memories that will forever be stored in my memory bank, some full of hotness and how my woman gets off whenever my mouth is on any part of her body, others of us enjoying one another together. When I was watching her accept my ring in a loving way, not caring that it was inexpensive, without a speck of a jewel, no metal surrounding it, I knew before Leena was meant to be mine, but that drove the point further home.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say my name like that.” She yawns, arms going above her head as she stretches, the sheet moving away from the once clothed skin. The only thing left is her soft flesh, goose bumps peppering her skin from the hum of the air conditioning. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since I’ve had her. The hunger, the thirst, the need to feel her around me, it’s unlike any other feeling in this world.

Christ, I only had her hours ago, yet the way I’m feeling right now, it’s like I didn’t come twice to her four times. The clenching of her cunt along my cock, watching her center’s greedy lips sucking my length, it had me holding my place, hovering above, one of her legs thrown over my shoulder, the other wrapped around my waist, opening her up even more for not only my pleasure but Leena’s as well.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have to get tired of hearing it.” My eyes don’t leave her tits, a perfect handful, nipples that are the color of a ripened peach, pebbled, and ready for my mouth to surround them.

“Good morning. I forgot to say that.” She takes my hand that was sliding down towards her cunt, wanting to feel the wetness between her thighs, and moves it to her tit. After our wedding and meandering back to the bungalow, she slowly stripped out of her clothes, me doing the same, and the small touches, the heated glances, it wasn’t long until we made it to the bed, a rarity, it seems, when it comes to us. Any available surface is fair game when it comes to us satiating our hunger for one another. And I’ve seen a side of Leena unfold last night, watching her come, me still working her body until I came shortly after, my cum inside of her, and when I pulled out, my cock was glistening with our combined wetness. The shock came the moment she slid down the length of my body after riding me to completion, taking my dick in her mouth, not caring that she’s sucking off the two of us. Fuck, that moment is seared into my mind forever, and I hope like hell she will do it again because it was hot as shit.

“You’re a total goof, baby.” My hand cups her, thumb grazing over her nipple, my mouth moving to hers, taking it, plundering her mouth with mine.

“Hmm.” A satisfied groan bubbles out of my wife. I move us to where she’s flat on her back, my body wedged between hers, and when my cock meets nothing but smooth, bare skin coated with wetness, I know exactly how this morning is going to go.