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Her slickness coated his length. Her warmth sparked his desire. His penis throbbed as she continued to work it against her pussy.
“You feel so fucking good, V,” he growled into her ear. “I love it when you use me.”
“I missed you. I missed this so much,” she panted. It didn’t even matter that he wasn’t inside of her. The pressure between her hand and her core created the perfect amount of friction.
She continued to grind against him, letting out a little whimper each time the head of his dick pushed up against her clit. His hardness met her softness stroke for stroke. He was covered in her arousal, slick and smooth because of her wanting. All he could hear were her soft pants as she rhythmically pushed back into him. “Louder,” he instructed from behind, knowing she needed this release just as much as he did. She moaned on cue, this time filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.
She didn’t stop there. She reached around and frantically felt for his hand, guiding it up the front of her body all the way to her face and she continued to move against his cock. She sucked his pointer finger into her mouth, licking him past the second knuckle. “I want more of you,” she moaned when she finally removed his hand from her mouth.
Fuck, he loved this woman. The way she shed all inhibitions and gave herself to him so completely. The way she writhed and wiggled against him, as if she could never get enough, even after all these years together. He knew what she wanted. And he was more than happy to oblige.
He trailed his hand from the base of her neck all the way down her spine before dipping into the crease of her ass. “Is this what you want, V? You want to feel me everywhere?”
He gathered up more of her arousal then let his wet finger rest against her puckered hole. He teased and caressed her ass until she was muttering a string of unintelligible words.
“Yes. Rhett. Fuck. Please.”
He pushed in slightly, giving her a second to adjust to the intrusion as he waited for her cue. “More,” she mewled, spreading her legs wider and finally guiding the tip of his dick into her tight channel. He thrust forward, filling her pussy to the hilt while his finger worked deeper into her ass. They both stilled for two seconds, breathing in unison as they reveled in the sensations of being so intimately connected. He could feel his own length through the thin wall inside her. Fucking incredible.
A current jolted through him when she finally began to move. He let her take the lead, savoring every second of being buried inside her. This was what he had been missing. This was all he needed. Her arousal gushed around him as he alternated thrusting his cock and his finger into her holes. He could feel her tense up, her pleasure gripping his dick as she teetered toward release.
“I’m close, I’m so close… but I- I don’t know if I can get off like this,” she panted as she continued in earnest to grind back against his dick and his hand.
As much as he loved being inside her like this, he wanted to make her come. Her pleasure was his primary concern. “I got you,” he murmured as he moved away and gently pushed her onto her back. “I’ll get you there, beautiful. Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
He ran his hands up her legs before coaxing her thighs apart. She spread her legs wider, granting him deeper access. She was a sight to behold. Her entire center dripping with arousal, her clit swollen from grinding against his cock. It thrilled him that he got to be the one to get her off. That no one else got to have her like this. Her pleasure was all his.
He gave her one more appreciative glance, admiring her spread out before him, ready and wanting. They locked eyes before he lowered his head. “I love you,” she moaned, her words alone edging him toward his own release. He placed his hands on either side of her pussy, and then he feasted.
He licked up her slit, relishing the way she writhed underneath him from just the touch of his tongue. He drew wide circles around her clit, alternating the motion with sharp flicks against the sensitive bud. He slipped two fingers inside her, working in tandem to caress the spot she loved while relentlessly working over her tight bundle of nerves.
“Ev… Fuck. Yes… I’m coming,” she panted.
He continued to stroke her as he chuckled against her core. “Yeah, I know, beautiful. Not my first rodeo.” He winked before sitting back on his knees and running a hand down his face. She reveled in her release for another minute, letting out the cutest little moans with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Speaking of rodeos…” She cocked one eyebrow at him suggestively before sitting up to mirror his position. “I want to ride my husband,” she whispered seductively. He moved up the bed and lay back against the headboard, stroking his solid erection a few times as he waited for her to make her move.
She climbed up his body and straddled his lap. She leaned forward to kiss him, a slow, seductive kiss that pulled him deeper and fanned the building heat between them. He felt her reach down and grip his dick, lining him up just how she wanted him.
“V… you have to tell me if I hurt you,” he pleaded. He brushed his hand against her stomach with a feather-light touch before grasping her by the hips.
“I will. I promise. And you won’t,” she added confidently.
“Then put me inside you and ride me.”
She lowered herself on his erection and sat back, granting him the most perfect view of her dark blonde hair waterfalling down over her breasts.
She moved up and down on him for a minute before bending over and placing her palms against his chest. The new angle allowed her to grind her hips back and forth in his lap. Her nails dug into his pecs as her pussy clenched around him. He could feel the flutters of her walls against his dick every time she lowered down and let him fill her.
He let her ride him for a few minutes before the urge to take control overcame him. He gave in to it, gripping her ass in his hands and thrusting all the way to the hilt.
Her deep moans spurred him on. The sight of her on top sent tingles down his spine. It wasn’t until she leaned in, draping her body forward to kiss him, and he felt her hand smooth down his stomach seeking her clit that his brain started to panic.
She was close. She was close to coming again. She was close, and now that he thought about it, he was close, too. He felt a cresting wave of anxiety build inside him along with his mounting release. Why was he freaking out? Why did it feel like he was going to cry instead of come?
He held his breath when she closed her eyes.
He stilled as he felt the first tremors of her pussy around his cock.
