Page 46 of Silver Foxed
He pounds into me furiously, his thrusts only seeming to get deeper as the table moves beneath us. It creaks to the point I wonder if we’re going to break it, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
“God, Alex. You’re so tight, so wet. I can feel you gripping me. You feel so goddamn good,” he says in a pinched voice, one that tells me he’s close.
I clench my inner walls around him as hard as I can, and he swears. I’m desperate for him now, desperate to feel his release. I need him to plant his cum so deep in my womb that my body has no choice but to give me his babies. I know it doesn’t work like that, but the idea is sexy.
“Come, Elijah,” I plead, digging my nails into his waist. “I need you to fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me.”
“Such”—thrust—“a”—thrust—“dirty”—thrust—“girl,” he grunts, lifting himself enough so that he can slide one of his hands down to rub my clit.
My body tenses the moment he touches my overly sensitive skin, and with another circle of his fingers, I’m orgasming underneath him, my vision blacking out as I arch off the table. I hold on to Elijah for dear life, using him as my anchor to reality as he keeps thrusting into me.
“Alex!” he cries, my pussy fluttering, gripping his cock as I ride my release. He grunts and drops his forehead against mine, and then, with a final plunge, I feel him tense. The moment his cum explodes inside me, I can’t stop the second orgasm that overtakes me, helped along by his fingers that are still moving on my clit.
I cry out in pure ecstasy as I stare into Elijah’s blue eyes, the eyes of my husband, the man I love. He continues to pump inside me, his release filling me just as I wanted. I lift my head to kiss him before squeezing my muscles around his dick, wanting every drop of cum.
When we both can’t take anymore, our bodies spent, Elijah tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear, and the table creaks again. A laugh bubbles out of me, and I cup his bearded cheek. “We should probably get up before we break the table.”
Elijah huffs. “I’ll buy a new one.” He strokes his knuckles over my heated cheek, our bodies still connected. I can already feel his release leaking out of me, and I take comfort in the feeling of it. I know our first time since I got my IUD removed probably won’t get us pregnant, but I’m hoping it will anyway.
When the table groans again, Elijah sighs and finally pulls out. But he doesn’t let me up at first, instead standing back and staring at me, my legs splayed open with the mess of him between them.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. He steps forward to swipe his fingers through his release, pushing it back inside my pussy with a sly grin. He even holds his hand over my entrance for a moment so it doesn’t slip out. When he’s satisfied, he kisses up my legs and lower abdomen before placing several on my belly. The action does more to me than words ever could, and he knows it.
When he pulls back, he tugs me up off the table, pressing a slow and intimate kiss to my lips. Then he cups my cheek and stares into my eyes with more love than I ever thought someone was capable of showing.
“Thank you for loving me, Alex,” he says after a moment. “And thank you for asking me to stay.”
Tears cloud my vision, and I hug my husband to my body, pressing a kiss over his heart. “Thank you for staying,” I whisper. “I love you, Elijah.”
“I love you, too.” Then he kisses me once more, and I melt into his lips, knowing that this is the start of our happily ever after.