Page 86 of Notorious

He huffs but doesn’t argue. After a little more prep, I pull out a condom and hand it to him while I position myself against the headboard. When I’m settled, he rolls the rubber onto me. I love the care he shows in everything he does. Then he squirts half the bottle of lube on my dick—okay, kidding. But it’s a lot.

“Ready?” I whisper, and he nods. “Good. Then ride me.” He hovers over me, lining my hard cock up with his entrance.

Slowly, he sinks down, his body stretching to accommodate my girth. He’s vocal, moaning and groaning, but it doesn’t sound like he’s in real pain. His dick flags some, but that’s common.

“You got it,” I murmur. “Such a good boy. Take my cock.”

“I want to. Oh my god, this is. Oh my. God. Fuck. Yes. Oh, wow.”

Watching my cock disappear inside my husband is the sexiest thing. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Kurt nods, biting his lip, holding his breath. Finally, he gets all the way down so his ass is against me, and I smile at him.

“Make yourself feel good, darlin’,” I urge. “Find the spot.”

Slowly, he rises up, then lowers himself, little by little, changing the angle until he’s crouched over me and suddenly moans long and loud.

“That’s it. You got it. Take it, baby boy. Fuck yourself. Keep going.” I reach out and start stroking him, and soon he’s hard again. He looks angelic, like he’s in some kind of trance.

“Talk to me,” I whisper. “I’m used to communication.”

“Oh my god, Johnny. You’re so big. It’s so hard. It feels so unghhh. Hurts … good.”

“Yes. Keep going. Keep talking to me.”

“I can do that.” He speeds up, now fucking his ass on my cock and fucking his cock in my hand, and I’m letting him use me in the best way possible. I love how this feels. I’m already nearing orgasm, but I’m going to hold on until he comes.

My other hand is on his hip, and I’m guiding him faster and faster. Soon, he’s going so fast that he’s popping out of my hand, and he takes over jacking himself off. Sweat is streaming down his forehead and dripping onto me.

Over and over again, he slams himself down, then pulls up and does it again. I’m thrusting into him, and we’re in sync. It’s bliss.

I can tell he’s heading for an O, and I wanna see it. Now.

“Be a good boy and come for me, Kurt.”

And he does. His body tightens, and he’s holding his breath, and then he’s coming loudly, his body shaking.

I let myself go, almost blacking out as I thrust so hard into him that he winces. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t help it. He feels so amazing.

I feel amazing. Like I’m rebooting my system—my brain is clear and my body’s exhilarated.

Once I come down from my high—which seems to go on and on and on—we ease him off me, and he lies down at my side. I yank Kleenex out of the box on the bedside table, clean him up, and deal with the condom. Then I tug him to me.

“C’mere,” I whisper, kissing his head. Kurt snuggles into me. “You good?”

“So good.”

I smile. “Perfect.”

He looks up at me and kisses me. “I’ve never been fucked that well before.”

“Darlin’, that was all you. Had to give you a chance to get used to me. Next time, it will be me.”

“Fuck.”

I adore this man.

The next day, Kurt drives us to the beach, where we rent horses so we can go riding on the sand.

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