The Amendment (The Contract 2)

“You want it dirty, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she moaned, sliding her hand between us and cupping my erection. “Hard, fast, and dirty. Fuck me, Richard.” She nipped my jaw. “Take me.”

I groaned low in my throat. I loved it when she let go. When she got vocal and told me what she wanted.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to take me right here. Fill me with your cock.” She dragged her mouth up my neck, sucking in my earlobe and biting down. “Play with me, Richard. Possess me.”

I set her on her feet and, in seconds, had her out of her pretty little dress. I threw it over my shoulder, my suit jacket following it, and stared at her, my chest heaving with my labored breaths. Lace and satin covered her breasts, her nipples pebbled under the diaphanous material. She pressed her thighs together with a moan.

“I’m aching for you, Richard. Put out the fire.”

I dropped to my knees, lifting her leg over my shoulder. “I will, baby.”

Her head fell back against the door as I licked and bit my way up her leg, brushing my fingers over the dampness of the satin between her legs. I wrapped my fingers around the lace at her hips and tugged hard. It gave way under my strength, baring her to me. She slid down a little, widening the space, grasping at my head. I licked at her, moaning at her wetness.

“You want me, baby?”

“Please.”

I didn’t bother with more teasing. She didn’t need it, and I was too impatient. I slid my hands across her thighs and opened her up to my mouth. I licked and sucked, latching on to her clit, swirling my tongue over it the way she liked. She cried out, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer. I buried deep, pressing harder. I slipped two fingers inside her, pumping, then added a third. She gasped, her voice pleading as she called my name. I slipped my free hand from her hip and, using her wetness, I pushed a finger into her tight ass, knowing how wild that made her.

She gripped my head, clutching at me frantically. “More, Richard! Oh my God, give me more!”

My cock grew harder at her pleas. I added another finger to her ass and began to finger-fuck her in earnest, my hands and tongue working in tandem. She thrashed above me, her voice keening, her body vibrating. My wife was beautiful in her need, her desire for me a total turn-on. I ached to be inside her, to feel her warmth and the way her pussy clenched around me.

She cried out, fisting my hair hard and moaning my name. I gentled my touch, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed against the wall. Then I stood and met her gaze.

“Here or the bed, Katy?”

With a sexy smirk, she turned to the wall and spread her legs. “Take me here, Richard. Now.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I held her hips, lifting her and sinking into her heat. She groaned as I filled her, reaching back to wrap her arms around my neck. I played with her breasts, pulling and pinching at her nipples as I drove into her. She was slick, hot, and perfect around me. I licked and bit my way up her neck, moaning hot dirty words into her ear.

“I love fucking you.”

“Your pussy is perfect, Katy. And mine. All mine.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as her hand dropped and clutched at my ass, her blunt nails sinking into my skin. “Like that. Just like that, baby. So fucking good.”

I slid one hand to her clit, pressing and stroking as I felt my balls begin to tighten.

“Come all over my cock, Katy.” I moaned as I felt my orgasm start to wind its way through my body. “Come for me again.”

She tightened around me, setting me off. I wrapped her up, thrusting and cursing as I shook and emptied myself inside her. Her answering whimpers were breathy and low, and she whispered my name like a prayer. I collapsed onto her back, leaning heavily against her, her body trapped between me and the wall. I kissed her skin, murmuring my adoration for her, and finally eased away, catching her in my arms and carrying her to the shower.

The warm water streamed around us. We didn’t talk much, but we kissed and smiled as we soaped each other clean, letting the water rinse us off before wrapping up in towels and snuggling on the bed, the heated passion sated and contentment surrounding us. These were the moments I loved. Allowing both sides of myself to be free with Katy and feel her respond to me.

“You want to stay?” I asked quietly.

“For a little while. I want to be home when the girls wake up.”

I pressed a kiss to her head. I was good with that.