One Hot Fake

With the other hand, I place a firm hold on her ass to keep her firmly on my cock. Kissing Marian is like diving into another world. A world where everything is a contradiction. Icy and hot. Sweet and spicy.

Her hands tighten around my neck, and I drag my mouth away from her mouth to her neck. I cup Marian’s breasts as she heaves with every breath. Touching her through her blouse is not enough. I unbutton her shirt, and she shrugs out of it.

I stare at the gorgeous sight of her breasts spilling from the top of her bra.

“Are you just going to sit there and look?” Marian teases.

“That was the plan,” I say.

She laughs softly and moves to unclasp her bra.

“Let me,” I say and reach around her back and snap it open. Her breasts bounce as they are set free, teasing me further.

Marian slips her hand into my hair and guides me to her breasts. I take one big nipple into my mouth, alternating between sucking it softly and then hard. I take the other nipple and do the same thing while palming the one that was in my mouth.

She grinds down on my cock and makes sweet moaning sounds. The front of my pants becomes wet with Marian’s arousal. I need more than to feel her sweet pussy through her panties.

“I want you naked,” I say to her when I’ve had my fill of her sexy breasts.

She gets up and slides her panties and skirt down her hips; I half stand and pull down my pants and boxer briefs. When Marian is naked, she comes over and straddles me again.

“How did I get so lucky to land such a gorgeous, sensual wife?”

“I’m lucky too,” Marian says as her wet pussy brushes against my thigh.

Unable to resist her breasts, which are right in my face, I graze a nipple with my teeth, and she gasps. Then I swirl my tongue back and forth against it before shifting to the other one.

“Declan, I need you inside,” Marian says in a voice that sounds like a purr.

“I’m all yours, baby,” I tell her.

She moves up my thighs, her arousal leaving a trail of wetness on my skin. She grips my cock and lowers herself on it. Then she braces herself with my shoulders and starts to move up and down. Her pussy muscles clench against my cock so hard that I almost become undone in the first five seconds.

“Stay still for a few seconds,” I tell her and hold her hips firmly.

She brings her mouth to mine and as we kiss until the urge to come dissipates. I lift her hips up and down and rock mine as we settle in a rhythm that creates delicious friction. I thrust deeply into her, each time our pelvises grinding against one another.

Marian’s fingers dig into my shoulders. She whimpers and whispers my name over and over again.

“Come for me, baby,” I say, barely keeping myself from coming.

“Yes,” Marian yells and throws her head back, thrusting out her breasts. The sight of my wife coming is enough to push me over the edge. I shudder and grunt and spray my essence deep into her pussy.

Marian wraps her arms around my neck, and I hold her close to me.

Chapter 20

Declan

“Do you think we made a baby?” Marian asks the following morning.

I chuckle and stroke her flat belly. “I hope we did. I want to see you pregnant and barefoot with my baby.”

I feel her stiffen. “You won’t be around, Declan,” Marian says.

I’ve been thinking about this on and off, and it seems like the right time to broach the subject with Marian. “We could change the terms of our deal,” I tell her while stroking her hair.

“To what?” she says.

“Try and make our marriage work.”

She bolts up in bed as if I’ve just announced that I’m an alien. She stares at me. “I don’t want to be married. I was married once before, and I vowed never to do it again.”

“What did he do to you, Marian, that made you so frightened of commitment?” I hate to push it, but I have to if we’re going to have a chance. Marian is special, and the more I get to know her, the more I realize that I’m not ready to let her go, and I won’t be any time soon. Being with her has shown me what a lonely life I’ve been living. After a taste of how life with her could be, I know that’s what I want. But is she capable of opening her heart to a man?

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she says and falls back on the bed. She stares up at the ceiling.

“Did he hurt you?” I fold my fists at the thought of anyone hurting Marian.