Virgin In The City

Placing my fingers against the glass I smile.

When I feel his warm arms wrap around me, I close my eyes and tilt my head so he can kiss my neck.

“I knew you’d come find me,” I say, leaning back against him.

“I can’t stay away from you for too long, doll face.”

I pull away from his hold and grab his hand. I give it a small tug and lead him down the short hallway to the little closet in the back.

“Do you want me to go in the linen closet with you?” he asks, giving me a wicked grin.

I bite my bottom lip and nod as I pull him inside and he closes the door.

When we’re completely alone, he presses me against the door and kisses me like it’s the first time we walked in here. He’s desperate and a little out of control as his hands roam down my body and grab at my dress.

He bunches it up in his hands as he pulls it higher and his lips move lower, down to my neck. He trails kisses and love bites until he gets to my cleavage. When I feel his tongue dip between my breasts I moan in pleasure.

His strong arms spread my legs as he kneels down in front of me. “Hold your dress,” he orders, and his voice is gravelly. I love when he makes those sounds because it means he’s right on the edge.

I do as he commands and grip the material tight as his big hands slide up my thighs and to the juncture of my thighs. He brushes his thumb over the damp material of my panties before he yanks it roughly to the side and presses his nose against my lower lips. I listen to him inhale my scent and the sound is obscene yet erotic. God, how can I get so wet when he does that?

His warm, slick tongue slides between my folds and I can hear him moan at my flavor. I roll my hips forward, wanting more of his mouth, and he gives me what I need. He grabs my ass, nearly lifting me off the floor as he kisses my pussy like it’s been lost at sea.

“That mouth,” I moan as I close my eyes and lean my head against the door.

“This is what happens when you’ve got pussy this good,” he says, burying his face between my legs and sucking on my clit.

“Cinnamon stick!” I shout as a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up my body.

I feel his deep laugh against my tender flesh and he slides two fingers inside me. He does that thing I love where he hits my G-spot and I nearly double over. Thankfully Bear is there to hold me up and keep me from falling as he rubs me right over the edge.

I cum hard on his fingers as I shout his name, but I’m so lost to my own orgasm that I don’t realize he’s on his feet with his cock in his hand until he thrusts into me.

I cry out as another orgasm is triggered when his thick length slides inside. It’s warm and hard and his thrusts are deep as he grunts out his own needs.

“Goddamn I love you,” he says as I wrap my legs around his waist.

I squeeze my thighs and hold him tight as we hump against the door. There’s probably a crowd of people nearby who can hear all of the loud noises we’re making, but I don’t care. I love my husband and I love to make love to my husband. And if our five kids haven’t proved that already, then let them listen to the pleasure he’s giving me. Because every time is better than the last.

“I love you, too, Bear.”

His muscles flex under his dress shirt as he grunts. I lean forward, kissing his neck, just before I trail my tongue below his ear.

“Fuck!” he cries out and his body tenses. He buries himself deep inside me and I feel the warmth of his release.

I smile as I bury my face in his neck to try and hide it.

“Damn it, you know what happens when you do that,” he says as his cock twitches inside me.

“I can’t help myself,” I retort, running my hands slowly down his back, just enjoying being connected.

“I wasn’t ready to cum yet.” He leans back and gives me a scolding look. “You made me go too quick.”

I roll my hips and slide up a little before I ease back down on his hard length. “I guess you’ll just have to do it again.”