The Wife Win

I jolt at the sound of his voice, my hand stalling mid-brushstroke on the way down his back. Marek tucks his hand under my ribs and rolls me on top of him, my legs spreading to straddle his lap, where I can feel he’s ready and hard again.

His erection slides through my sensitive folds, hitting my clit at the perfect angle that has me practically forgetting the thoughts that had just been plaguing my mind.

I adjust my hips, giving them a tentative grind, placing my palms on the heat of his chest, fingers spread over his pecs, flicking through the light chest hairs dusting his torso.

“I was just curious if you’re always like this?” I ask with a squeak, sounding more like a shy, innocent teenage girl than the experienced woman I am.

Marek sits forward, securing his mouth over my breast, sucking the taut bud between his lips that blossoms under his attention.

“Like what? Horny? Always ready to fuck?” He pops off and flicks the wet tip with his tongue. I arch into his mouth and roll my hips over his shaft wedged between my legs, eager for more friction against my clit.

“No, it’s just you, Harper. You’ve turned me into a needy sex monster.”

I giggle and try to wiggle away, but he keeps me planted over his erection as I slide and move, the momentum building higher and higher.

“That’s it, Harper,” Marek encourages against my breast, circling my nipple that puckers and sends lightning strikes of pleasure down to my core. “Ride me, angel. As fast or as slow as you want.”

I do as he says, barely managing to control my body’s desperate and mounting need to climb to the top of the precipice and jump without a parachute.

I plant my palms on his chest and push him back so he lays flat. I speed my rhythmic motion, staring down at the juncture between us, admiring how beautiful the tip of his cock looks wedged underneath and how shiny and glistening it is from the heat we’re making.

“I don’t want to stop, Marek,” I cry out breathlessly, moving faster and with less finesse over his cock which grows harder with each pass, coated with my slickness. “This feels so good.”

Marek’s hands plump and caress my breasts. I lower my mouth to his and suck his lower lip between my teeth, the sound he makes a quiet hiss of satisfaction.

“Then just let go, Harp.”

Blinding white lights flash behind my eyelids at his instruction. I’m lost to all time and space, the sensation of this orgasm breaking inside me with the energy of twenty atomic bombs.

My fingertips score into his chest as I try to find purchase to keep me grounded, the blast on the verge of exploding.

As it does, my spine arches again, my head falling back between my shoulders and my body is wracked with shuddering tremors. Marek sits up, his face buried between my breasts, lips trailing softly over the swells, his tongue sweeping over my collarbone.

I release one final breath and the next thing I know, he’s flipped me over and he presses the tip of his cock at my entrance.

His words break through my orgasmic haze. “We used the last condom. Are you on birth control? Are you safe?”

I nod. “Yes. You?”

“Tested…all good.” He barely grits this out before burying himself inside and stealing my breath.

All I can do from here is wrap my legs around his waist and fix my hands on his lower back while he takes the helm to finish what he started.

It’s almost as exhilarating as watching a team rally during the second half and win the game after trailing by double digits at halftime.

Almost.

But, damn, with Marek it feels so much better.