“Oh I’m gonna fucking come inside you. You just wait. Wait. Fucking wait.”
He kept repeating the word wait with each thrust. Then I couldn’t wait anymore. I was going to come. I knew it was coming. Something was brewing. Something was building up to the point I felt that I might explode.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I yelled.
“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come for me. I want you to fucking come for me, you hear me?”
He was in control again, barking orders, and I think I needed him to be at this point. I wasn’t going to come if I was in control. Relinquishing it was part of the turn on. Letting it go at exactly the right moment. And I was about to truly let it go.
Oh fucking shit. What the fuck is that? What is that? Oh…oh…oh what is that?
My body twitched, my legs quivered, and my ass popped up in the air, shoving him into me harder than he’d been pumping before. Then the heat came. It was like a shot of whiskey had pumped all through my body and settled in a pool somewhere in my pussy. I came. And he didn’t stop. He fucked it out of me.
He kept fucking me, driving into me, as I coated his cock.
Then, when I was done, and I couldn’t move, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “I’m gonna come, okay?”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “Do it, baby.”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear, my permission, my go-ahead. He pumped inside me a few more times, then with one final super deep thrust, I felt it shoot from the head of his cock, hot and wet, splashing inside me.
I loved the warmth, the closeness, the feeling that he’d given me something special. He’d given me his all and it was all I’d ever wanted.
He collapsed on top of me, his naked body pressed firmly against mine, his chest to my back. Then he pulled me to the side where we spooned on the damp grass.
“I fucking love you,” he said.
“That’s sweet,” I joked. “I think I fucking love you, too.”
After a few more minutes of lying there and trying to catch our breath, we found our clothes and headed back to the suitor cabin, where we fucked again before sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around me, his limp cock pressed against my back. It was wonderful.
***
Of course Dominic was waiting when I got home. Pike was now my second husband but we both thought it in bad taste to go barging through the door hand in hand. Dominic deserved more than that. So I entered first. I found him in the kitchen stirring something that looked disgusting. Random ingredients sat on the counter: vanilla, cinnamon, a basket of eggs, corn, flour, beets…and he kept mixing.
“Dom,” I said. “I’m back.”
“I figured as much,” he said.
I walked to him and put my chin on his back. He didn’t turn to face me. He didn’t want to look at me.
“Did you have your alone time?” he asked.
I didn’t answer and that was all the answer he needed.
“So when will he be moving in?” he asked.
“As soon as you’re at peace with it.”
He kept mixing until I reached around his body and steadied his hands. I placed my palms against the backs of his and held them still.
“Dominic, we need to talk. I need you to turn and face me.”
He took a deep breath which pushed my chin off his back a little. Then he turned and faced me. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. After a minute or so I felt his hands settle on the small of my back. He was warming to my touch.
“I really did want to be alone,” I told him. “Something’s wrong with me sometimes, I think.”
He remained quiet so I continued.