Page 43 of Notorious

He bows his back off the mattress when I suck hard.

“Gonna come fast if you keep that up,” he warns.

“Do you wanna?” My voice is a low rumble. “Come fast, that is?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want it to be over yet. I’d like to make it last.”

“Well, if we want, this doesn’t have to be the only time I ever suck your cock,” I say, and he lets out a helpless groan as I take him farther down my throat. I stick my hand inside my own underwear to stroke myself a couple times, then move my fingers to his balls, cradling and fondling them while I bob up and down on his dick.

“Stop,” he chokes out, and I pull off immediately, holding up my hands.

“Sorry—” I start to say, but he interrupts.

“No, it’s not— I want you to. I’m just too close. And I want to return the favor.”

I shed my boxers and scoot up higher on the bed, kissing his lips and moving so my cock is close to his hand. “Have at me, precious.”

He reaches out and grips me with confidence. As he does, a shudder passes through him.

“You okay?” I ask.

“So much better than okay,” he says. “Just … I’ve fantasized about this a lot of times, but I never thought it would actually happen.”

That makes me smile, and now I’m kissing him deeper, thrusting into his fist as he strokes me with sure movements. “Oh yeah. That’s how I like it. You’re doing that so well. Yes. Oh, fuck.”

I reach for his cock, and while it’s slightly wet from my saliva, this would be so much better with some lube. Kurt seems to get the same idea, as he’s reaching a hand vaguely for the nightstand. I open a drawer and find a bottle of premium lube—nice. I squidge some into my hand, then line up our dicks, taking over the stroking as I kiss him hard.

Kurt’s hands are squeezing my ass, scrabbling at the mattress, running through my hair and his. I’m turning him into a wanton, needy thing. Heck yes. I want to do more of this. I want to fuck his cute little ass someday. But right now, mutual hand jobs are working just fine, and I focus on him.

I bite down gently on his shoulder as I stroke him harder, and he gasps, his cock stiffening even more, then starting to pulse as his warm come floods over my hand.

I grin, watching his face go from tense to blissed out.

When I move to jack myself, he stills my hand. “Please,” he says.

I nod, and he grips me perfectly on the part of my dick that’s the most sensitive—the top part, under the crown. And with his good pressure and rhythm, I’m not going to take long.

From years of doing this on camera, I’m used to holding back my orgasm so the scene can last. So when I don’t have to, when I can let myself get off when my body’s ready—that’s a treat and a half.

Climaxing at all is a treat, since lately I haven’t been in the mood. At times, even when it’s only been me and my hand, I haven’t bothered to finish. Maybe that’s tied to what’s going on with my brain.

Definitely not feeling a low libido right now, though.

I shudder and moan, my come painting Kurt’s belly, and his expression turns even more satisfied. Like he’s proud of making me come.

“Good job, baby,” I say, kissing him.

He smiles against my mouth and kisses me back.

Then we flop next to each other on our backs, panting.

Well, this ain’t so bad. If I have to be facing all this awful shit in my life, fooling around with a cutie like Kurt is a nice … compensation probably ain’t the right word. He’s more than that.

My husband.

The rush of pleasure into my brain is making me feel better. It probably won’t last, but I’ll take what I can get. I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but with Kurt, it’s fresh and new, perhaps because he’s so into it. He really is precious.

Eventually, Kurt stirs. “I’ll get us some washcloths.”

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