Page 73 of Love You Already
“Missed. You. So. Much.” She pants the words between kisses. I soak it all up, thankful I'm not alone in how crazed I feel for her.
I pull back enough to kiss along her jaw. She tilts her head, giving me plenty of room to work. “Missed you too, Ace. Couldn't think of anything but you this whole week. Barely made it home before coming to find you.”
Her hips move forward, bringing her heat right against my cock. She goes liquid in my arms, her body trusting me to keep her up as she chases her pleasure. While I'm more than happy and able to do that, I want more. I want all of her.
“Greedy wife. Look at you trying to get off without me. How about you take all of me instead?” I line my length up with her dripping wet pussy, then ease forward.
My hands grip her ass tightly as I give her my cock inch by inch. It's the biggest form of torture, to drag out our pleasure in a way that's both wonderful and excruciating.
“Stop teasing me,” she grumbles as her fingers dig into my shoulder. “I want it all, husband. Give it to me now.”
At her demand, I drop her down the rest of the way. Her mouth opens to cry out, but I swallow the sound with a kiss. With her quieted, I pull back enough to make her squirm, then I slam forward.
From there, we're a mess of thrusts and grunted pleas. Her pussy weeps the harder I push. Each forceful plunge into her tight, wet heat brings about more and more until I feel liquid soaking me. I pull back to look down at what's wrong, only to find my wife squirting all over my cock.
“Fuck me. That's so fucking sexy, Ace. Look at you go,” I growl as I push through and continue fucking her through it.
She only manages to whimper through it all, her voice lost to the pleasure. I slow enough for her to come back too, then I let loose all the whims I've held back. I pour myself into my movements, making each move harder and deeper. She needs to feel me long after I pull out, and I don't intend to stop until I know that's the case.
“Lachlan... Oh, god...”
I grin at her words, mighty proud of myself for getting her to call out to deities while my cock is buried deep in her heaven. A tingle rushes up my spine as her heels dig into my ass on the next thrust.
“Going to come inside you, wife. Need to fill you up.” She nods against my shoulder, then opens her mouth to bite my collarbone. The move sends me crashing over the edge, my orgasm a tsunami tearing through me and destroying all sense I have left.
It goes on for what feels like forever, my cock pumping more and more into Rose as her pussy milks me dry. By far, it's the greatest orgasm of my life. I can't ever remember a time where I felt anything else like it. Not even close.
Our breaths are heavy between us when the crush of pleasure finally settles. I grip her ass firmly, making sure she feels safe in my hold as her legs go limp.
“That was different,” she tells me shyly, her eyes not quite meeting mine.
I press my forehead to hers. “Yeah, it was. The best kind of different. I can't believe how amazing it is every single fucking time.”
“It didn't bother you?”
“What would bother me? That was perfect!” I have a feeling I know what she's bothered by, but I'm not going to let her think for a single second that I didn't enjoy her coming all over me.
She bites her lip as her eyes search mine. “You're a mess now. Like drenched! I... I squirted.” The last part is said as a whisper, like she's afraid to even admit it.
“Ace, the only thing I regret is not pulling back to drink those juices straight from the source. I'll have to do it next time.”
“But you're covered now. It's… moist.”
Her wince makes me grin. “I'm coated in you. In your scent. In the proof of your pleasure. How could that ever bother me? Besides, I know you've got towels around here somewhere. I'll just have to buy you new ones since whatever we use won't pass any type of health inspection.”
My joke sends her into a laughing fit. I use the distraction to ease from her to assess the damage.
The second I put her down, she's laughing all over again. Not from embarrassment, but more from how I look standing in a pile of liquid. It's almost like... like I peed a circle around us.
“How the fuck did it make a perfect circle?” I muse aloud.
She shakes her head. “I have no idea. Let's get you cleaned up. I need to get back out there. I have a few more hours before closing.”
“I figured as much. Why do you think I seduced you into coming back here with me to get my first dose of loving?” I wiggle my brows at her as I shake my shoulders.
Her hand pushes against my chest. “Don't get started again, mister. We've got to get you taken care of. Lucky for you, I did put a pack of towels back here, but not for the reason you're thinking. I've got to order more, and I couldn't remember the damn SKU number.”
I watch as my wife moves around her office completely naked, not a drop of modesty in her. It's further proof of how comfortable she is with me. I revel in that knowledge.