Wrapped In My Wife

I press her body up against the door and kick her legs apart. “You laid down the gauntlet when you threw your panties on my desk and sassed out of my office. You knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t try to deny it.”

Her cheeks burn red, and I know I’m right.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, but she can’t meet my eyes now.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about what I’ve been up to,” I say, and she snaps her eyes up to mine. “You wanted a good dicking down, so you’re about to get it.”

“Oh god.” Her voice trembles as I kneel down in front of her and push up her dress.

“Hold it,” I say, and she grabs the material. “Running around all over town with not a scrap on the one thing that belongs to me.”

“Dylan, I didn’t—”

“You’re done talking. You said all you needed to on that note, practically begging for a fuck.” I lean forward and lick her pussy just how she likes it. “Cover your mouth up. I don’t want a sound.”

“Shit,” she hisses, and I watch as she takes one hand away from holding her dress and puts it over her mouth.

The sweet scent of her fills my lungs as I push her legs apart and run my tongue between her lower lips.

“Goddamn, it still tastes just like it did the night I popped your cherry.” I run my tongue back and forth across her clit. “I had no clue what I was doing back then. Just knew I wanted to bury my face in it and drink it dry.” I play with her clit a little more and her thighs try to close on me. I hold them tight so she can’t get away. “I was fumbling and trying to do what I thought felt good. I was a boy then. But not anymore. Now I’m your man, and I know exactly what this pussy wants.”

I look up and lock eyes with her as I lean forward and cover her with my mouth as I suck. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and I can taste her orgasm getting closer.

“You come in my office with a bare cunt again and I’ll bend you over my desk and paint your ass red,” I say, running my hand up the inside of her thigh before I push two thick fingers into her soaked pussy. “And if I find out you’ve been waving it around to everyone with not a stitch to cover it up, then I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week.”

I rub that sweet spot inside her, knowing it’s the one place that drives her fucking wild. Her whimpers get louder as my rough, work-worn hands press against her tender little G-spot. It’s no match for me and what I’m demanding. I’ve had years of practice in how to make her body sing, and I’m a goddamn composer.

She cries out into her hand just as my tongue flicks against her clit. When I feel the warmth coat my fingers, I pull them out and lick them clean as I use my other hand to free my dick.

“Get on this and fuck me like you mean it,” I say, holding it out for her.

I grab her ass as she climbs up my body, just as desperate for the connection as I am. When I thrust home and I’m balls deep in her sweet honey, I push her back against the door and rut her like a prized mare.

“Goddamn, I love you, Button,” I groan, holding her tight.

“I love you, too,” she says, right before our mouths connect.

The taste of her and the smell of her combined has my big cock throbbing. It’s a tight fit and the way she’s squeezing me has my balls aching. Her thighs tighten around me and I keep kissing her to muffle her cries as she cums again on my shaft.

Every thick inch pulses with her, and I can’t hold back. I empty inside her, and just like always the connection restores us. The intimacy of what we do, even when it’s quick and dirty, with lots of dirty talk—it’s making love. Because there’s no one on this planet I love more than my wife, and I’m going to do a better job of making sure she knows it.

She giggles as I set her on her feet and pull her panties out of my pocket. “You didn’t tell me why you weren’t in your office,” she says as I hold the panties out for her and she steps into them.

“You didn’t tell me why you were all dressed up,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her.

She puts her hands on her hips, but all the aggravation from before has melted away and it’s more of a pose out of habit.