Page 2 of Between Now and Forever

“Hard, dirty and deep isexactlywhat I had in mind.”

“What about the fast?” I press a kiss to the small freckle on the back of neck.

She sighs softly and grips. “I’ll take it – but you’ll have to make that up to me later.”

“I promise.” I kiss her shoulder and then reach around her to cover one of her hands with mine.

“I love this blue.” I press my palm into the blue paint she’s just poured.

“It’s the one I used for your piano,” She jumps when my paint slick hand slides under her shirt and covers one of her small, soft breasts.

“Are you decorating me – oh, baby,” she moans when I pluck her nipple between two fingers and squeeze.

“No, I’m decorating the paint.” I cup her other breast.

“What’s this color called?” I ask, my lips pressed to the soft curve of her neck. Her head falls back to rest on my shoulder. Her eyes are closed; her lips are parted and wet.

“Lapis.” She breathes the word up like a praise. “It’s my favorite blue,” she says.

“Then it’s my favorite, too.” I press both of my palms into it this time. Then, I press them splayed onto her exposed shoulder blades. They nearly meet on either side of the gold chain that dangles down the center of her back.

“Giving me wings?” she asks, her smile lifting her voice an octave.

“No, baby…you were born with those. I just like this color against your skin.”

I draw my hands away and slide them under her shirt again. This time, resting them on the velvet skin of her stomach. She melts into me—her body making a home of mine.

I press my nose into the dark halo of her hair and breathe in the sweet sunshine and wildflowers of her shampoo.

“You ready?” I whisper into her ear and she moans and rolls her hips so that her ass grinds into my very hard, very sensitive dick.

“Are you sure we have time?” she whispers, but her hands are already reaching behind her and cupping me. She squeezes and my knees buckle underneath me.

I keep one hand wrapped around her and unfasten her tiny shorts and yank them and her panties down in one swift motion.

“We’re about to make time.” I groan as she frees my erection from my boxers. I stroke the head of my cock through the tender wet skin of her pussy and I almost come when she clenches her thighs and slides back and forth on me.

“Oh shit, Beth…” I slide down until I’m lined up with her entrance and nudge my way in a fraction. She clamps down around my head, and I have to grab the table to keep myself from falling forward on top of her as I find my way home.

It’s been a week since I’ve felt her, and I want to savor every inch of her.

She isn’t having my slow ingress, and she pushes back pulling me deeper.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Then fuck me like it,” she moans.

I thrust up and hiss at the slippery friction of our bodies working together in common purpose.

“Yes!” She arches her back and throws her head back. I grab her neck and turn her head until her mouth is where I need it to be so I can kiss her while I fuck her. My tongue plunges her hot honey pot mouth, and in seconds, I’m drunk on her.

Unable to hold on to anything else, I close my eyes and let the pleasure of fucking my wife’s sweet, hot cunt take me away. All we are is a movement of sweat, sex, and passion told in a symphony of moans, curses and declarations of love.

I’m close when there’s an abrupt pause in the roll of her hips right before she breaks our kiss. I open my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I pant and grab her hip to hold her in place when I feel her sliding off me.

“Get off! Hurry,” she huffs and I don’t need to see her glance at the door to know what’s wrong.

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