Maybe because now I knew I could do all kinds of things with my beautiful wife. She was even more beautiful after carrying my children. And I’d introduced her to all kinds of fun things over the course of our marriage.
Fun and filthy.
Really, really filthy.
I stared hungrily at her in the mirror, tracing her curves with my hands. I couldn’t get enough of her. I tugged on her nipples and her head fell back against me, giving me access to the sensitive part of her throat. Without turning her, I guided her forward and lowered myself to my knees behind her. I was treated to a close-up of her perfectly round ass and pink petals below. I ran my tongue along her lips, then pushed my way inside her. I stroked her walls, reaching forward to lightly rub my finger over her clit.
“Conn!” she moaned as her hips started to rock. She bent forward even more, her chest resting against the dresser.
“Hmm . . . delicious,” I murmured, nibbling on her pussy lips. I slid my tongue inside her again, my finger busy with her sensitive little clit. I grunted as she started to come all over my face. My finger circled faster until I heard her cry out, her juices flooding my mouth. I kept licking and stroking her until the tremors stopped.
“Don’t move.”
I kissed her juicy ass before I stood up, freeing my cock from my jeans. I rubbed the tip against her slick lips and we both groaned. I notched it just inside her and moved my hands to her hips, holding her steady as I eased my way inside her.
“Unff . . .”
It was a snug fit, as always, her silky walls stretching to accommodate my huge cock. I bottomed out and held perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to my size. I pushed her hair away from her face so I could see her.
“So beautiful . . .” I said as I leaned down to kiss the unbelievably soft skin of her cheek.
I might love her tenderly, but I also wanted to fuck her. Hard. I couldn’t wait anymore. I started to move my hips. She whimpered as I pulled out almost the whole way, thrusting firmly back in. Again. And again. I picked up steam, riding through her second orgasm. I had to fight to maintain my tempo as her pussy squeezed my cock so hard it almost hurt.
“Oh, Christ, Cass!” I bellowed as I felt my balls wanting to unload. I forced myself to pull out and lifted her, turning her so she faced me. Her gorgeous pussy was at the perfect height with her propped up on the dresser for me.
“Hmm, you look good enough to eat. In fact . . .” I dipped down and slid my tongue all over her pussy, tapping it against her clit until she started to come. Then I stood and quickly slid my cock deep inside her so I could feel her orgasm firsthand.
“Christ, baby, you feel so good . . .”
She whimpered like a kitty cat and arched her back. That’s all it took. I roared as my release barreled up and out of my shaft. My seed exploded from the tip of my cock in the best damn fireworks display I’d never seen. But I felt it.
Goddamn, but I felt it.
“I fucking love you, Cass.”
She reached behind her and grabbed my hand. We held tight as we came together, shaking and trembling like the world was coming apart. But it wasn’t.
We were.
Slowly, we started to put ourselves back together.
I rested my forehead on her slender back, kissing her gorgeous skin as the last tremors passed. Then I scooped her up and carried her to the shower. We took our time, soaping and washing each other. I couldn’t stop kissing her.
We barely made it to the bed for round two. That time, Cass rode me like a sexy-as-fuck bull rider. Only I wasn’t trying to buck her off.
It was getting dark out by the time we curled up next to each other. The babies were both at their Grandma’s house. This was a rare day off we had to play.
“The kids will be back soon,” she murmured. “We should get dressed.”
I ran my rough palm over her silky hip.
“Do we have to?”
“Conn!” She smacked my hand but she was smiling. I was the one always desperate for her, but I knew she wanted me almost as much.
Her phone beeped, and she rolled over, grabbing it.
“Oh, crap.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Parker. She’s freaking out.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Apparently, Shane didn’t take the news well.”
“That fucker. If he yelled at her—”
“He didn’t yell.” She typed something and stared at her phone. “He looked at her like he’d seen a ghost and ran.”
“Fucking typical.”
“This girl, she reminds me so much of myself, Conn. But she’s had it worse. I can tell.”