And because I can’t wait another minute, I seal my lips to hers with plans to show her exactly what she means to me.
Her dress is lying by the front door, but she still has on her bra and panties. I kiss every bare inch of her as I work the silky materials off of her. It would be so easy to come right now. Sometimes I feel the urge just when I’m looking at her.
I lay her back on the bed and climb up between her legs, pushing them open so I can fit my wide shoulders between her knees. Her hand goes to the hair on the top of my head, and she threads her fingers through it, tightening on the strands.
Her hips buck when my hot breath touches her mound. I’m salivating, wanting the taste of her on my tongue, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
I part her slit, my tongue working through her swollen folds. Her alluring scent surrounds me, and I inhale deeply as if I’m trying to commit it to memory.
Her hand tightens in my hair, and she’s holding on to me. She doesn’t know that nothing could tear me away from her, not now, not ever.
I flatten my tongue against her swollen bundle of nerves, and as if her body can’t take it, she pushes herself further into me while little moans echo around the room.
I know she’s already close by the way her legs tighten around my head and the way her body tenses under mine. I don’t let up. I keep flicking my tongue over her, suckling her clit into my mouth, pushing her over the edge. Her legs clench around me, and she rides the wave of her orgasm with her whole body pulled taut. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I lap at her juices, and the raw taste pushes me further, wanting to please her again and again.
I push a finger into her, pumping in and out, and she’s grabbing the sheets, clutching them into her fingers, begging me. “Brody, please, oh my God, please?”
Is she begging me to stop or begging me for more? I don’t know. But I want her to give in to me fully. I want her to turn her pleasure completely over to me. Only then will I give in. “One more baby, I need another one,” I plead with her.
I could come in an instant, but I don’t want to. For some reason, I need this from her. I need to please her and show her that I need her just as much as she needs me.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begs of me, and I barely hold back my smile. I do the opposite of stop and pick up the pace, plunging my fat finger into her wet hole while suckling her clit. She pulsates around me until she comes again, filling the room with her satisfied moans.
I kiss up her body, suckling the hard peaks of her breasts and then nuzzling her neck before I roll over and lie on my back, trying to catch my breath.
My cock is hard and heavy between my legs, but I don’t dare reach down to touch it. One touch and I’m liable to go off, and I don’t want that. Not until I’m buried deep inside my wife and she’s milking me do I want to come.
She rolls toward me, her hand caressing my chest and moving slowly toward my waist and below. I stop her ministrations, knowing that one touch of her soft hand around me and I’ll be done.
She smiles knowingly. She knows what she does to me, and I should probably be embarrassed that I can come in an instant just by looking at or touching my wife. But I’m not. I can usually hold off to make sure she’s pleased before I’m done and that’s enough.
She raises up and slides her leg over me so that she’s straddling me. She’s hovering over me, and even though she’s not touching me, I can feel the warmth of her body all around me.
“I need you, Brody,” she says breathlessly.
Without a second thought, I tell her what she needs to hear. “You have me, Rose.”
Her smile is huge and lights up her whole face. She positions herself over me until she’s sliding down my length, her pussy expanding and hugging my large cock.
She moves so slow it’s like torture, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest and the sweat forming on my brow. She no sooner fully seats herself before she’s moving her hips, bringing me to the edge and then impaling herself on me again. Up and down she moves. Each movement is controlled until I can’t take anymore. I need it reckless, and I grab on to her hips, probably too hard, and push myself in and out of her, lifting her up and down, bracing her so that I can thrust up inside her, filling her to the very max.