Her breath hitches as her eyes watch my hand stroke myself, and hers moves faster on her pussy.
“Yeah, but you know I’d much rather have your dick fucking me than my own fingers.”
I hiss through my teeth at her words. I love my dirty girl. When she drops her hand from her tit and uses it to shove two fingers inside while she still plays with her clit with her other hand, I lose it.
I grab both of her ankles and haul her down to the end of the bed, so her ass is halfway hanging off. I lift her hips, and without warning, slam my cock in as far as it will go.
“Ahh…fuck yes!” she cries out, clutching the blanket above her head.
I pull out and thrust back in. I know my hands will probably leave marks on her hips later as I grip them tight and pound away, but I’m unable to hold back. Walking in here and seeing my wife pleasuring herself was just too much for me to handle.
Sweat trickles down my temples and back as I forcefully fuck the woman of my dreams. The woman I still to this day can never get enough of. Her walls grip me painfully tight, almost making it impossible for me to pull out and thrust back in. I bare my teeth and grunt when she looks at me and purposely tightens her walls even more. She knows just what she’s doing and what it does to me. She likes pushing me to the edge.
It almost kills me, but I pull out from her tight sheath, flip her over, drag her to her knees, and climb up onto the bed behind her. Before she has a chance to really register what I’ve done, I’m slamming back inside her. One arm wraps around her waist, while the other gathers her hair and yanks her head back.
“Is this what you wanted?” My voice comes out a guttural growl. “You know better than to push me, Abby. Is my cock fucking you good enough? Or do you want your fingers back?”
I don’t wait for her answer before I’m pulling out, until just the tip is left inside, then driving forward again. She cries out, and her arms buckle beneath her from my thrusts. I follow her down, relentlessly fucking her into the mattress. Her head is turned to the side, so I bend further and claim her lips just like I’m claiming her body. My thrusts are frantic, and each time I push forward, a desperate sound leaves her lips.
I release her hair and drop my forehead to the back of her neck when my orgasm takes over. I bury myself in as far as I can, and hiss when she finds her own. I drop small kisses against her damp skin, loving the taste of her on my lips. I fall to my side and take her with me, pulling her into the curve of my arms. She flips to her other side, so she’s facing me and lays her head on my chest. Both of us are still breathing heavily, and our hearts beat the same fast rhythm.
I push a loose piece of hair off her face and bend to kiss the tip of her nose. We’ve been together for over a year now, living together for the past nine months, but each and every night that we spend together, I thank God for.
“Sorry for running late,” I murmur against her hair, gently running my hand up and down her back. She snuggles even closer to me. “My damn meeting ran late, and then there was a wreck on the way home that had the road blocked for a while. I called, but it went to voicemail.”
“Hmm…” She nibbles on my pec, making it jump, before clamping her teeth down on one of my nipples. I hiss, but take the pain, because I know she went through her own pain tonight.
“It actually wasn’t that bad. I think you may be my cure.”
Her words have my hand stopping on its downward motion. Over the last year, we’ve tried several different ways to appease her body’s cravings without having sex in the traditional sense. Some have worked, some haven’t. There’s only been a couple times that I haven’t been able to be there for her when she’s needed me, and was forced to rely on the pills she takes. She can go without sex as long as she has some type of stimulation from me. She doesn’t necessarily have to have my cum inside her, although when she doesn’t, she still gets the cramps, just not as bad. We can even get away with masturbating in front of each other, as long as both of us are present and reach our release. However, it doesn’t work when we have phone sex, an experiment we tried with her in the bedroom and me in the living room. Our guess is we have to be in each other’s presence. That was a tough one on me, knowing she was in the next room playing with herself, but not able to watch her damn near drove me crazy. Unfortunately, the pain came back that night. Luckily I was there to take care of her.
I’ve mentioned to her about her going back to the support group, but she flat out refused, claiming she never felt comfortable being there, and felt it did nothing for her. I respected her views and never brought it up again. However, she does see a private psychiatrist once a month. At Abby’s request, I’ve been to a few meetings with her. She’s very intrigued with Abby’s case, and seems to be very interested in helping her. She also seems to think that I have a lot to do with Abby’s pain slowly receding.
Which brings me back to what Abby just said.
“You really think so?” I can’t help the hopeful tone.
“Yeah.” She looks up at me and smiles. “Just think, it’s only been since I’ve met you I’ve been able to go without sex. I think you satisfy and ease something in me that’s never had that satisfaction before. It’s like my mind and body are finally in sync with each other. I may not ever be able to go completely without, but I know you’ll always be there, so that doesn’t matter anymore. And during the times you can’t be there, I finally realize that there’s no force on earth that could make me seek someone else out. No one could ever replace you.”
Before she gets the last word out, I have her on her back with me looming over her. My lips slam down on hers, and I kiss the ever fucking hell out of her. This woman will forever be the only one for me. As corny and cliché as it sounds, she completes me in ways I never knew someone could complete another person.
She’s my addiction, and I’ll gladly submit to that addiction every fucking day for the rest of my life.
Two weeks later…
Abby
The steady whoosh whoosh sound coming from the monitor to my right has me completely mesmerized. I gaze at the black screen with white spirals on it wit
h tears filling my eyes. Colt’s hand squeezes mine, but I can’t move my eyes away. Another dream of mine is coming true. All because of the man standing beside me.
The nurse moves the wand over my belly, and a second later, a loud thump thump can be heard around the room.
“Is that…?”
“Yep. That’s your baby’s heartbeat.” She moves it again and a small blip appears. “And that right there is your baby.”
Tears silently slip down my face as I look at the small miracle Colt and I made. A miracle I’ve wanted with every fiber of my being, but was always so afraid I’d never have.