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I pull my hips back until I can tell I’m lined up with her entrance, and the slick feel of her against the head of my cock has me groaning with the effort of holding back.
“I’m ready,” I say, and she tightens her legs around me, pushing her hips up so I slip inside her.
The way her lips part and her eyes squeeze shut as I push deeper lets me know I need to go slowly. I pause, stroking my thumb along the ridge of her cheek. “You good?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, opening her eyes. “Just . . . very full.”
“You ready for more?”
She nods, and her eyes flare wider as I slide more of myself inside. She loosens her legs around my hips, stretching to accommodate me, and then her core clenches against my shaft and I can’t hold back my moan as I rock my hips away from her and then push in deeper.
Because I’m a goalie, it's my nature to watch people closely to determine what they’re going to do next. Everything about Eva’s posture tells me she’s too tense, that she needs me to keep this slow and controlled. All I want to do is finally unleash everything I’ve been holding back for the last decade.
But no matter what I want, I’ll always give her what she needs.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, her lips parting as she sighs. “Are you . . . in . . . all the way?”
I can’t help but laugh a little. “Not yet. But you’re doing so well, baby. I know you can take all of me.”
She trails her tongue along her upper lip and nods, so I rock my hips back and push in again. The drag of my cock along her inner walls seems to ignite something in her, because she plants her feet on the bed beside my hips and says, “Yes, more of that.”
And then she pushes her hips up, meeting me thrust for thrust until we’re both rocking our bodies into each other asshe pulls me down for a kiss. The taste of her on my lips, the feel of her around my cock, and the delicate drag of her skin along mine with each thrust of my body has my balls tightening up.
So I scoop her in my arms, rolling until I’m on my back and she’s straddling me. “I want to watch you take me, Evie. I want to see you come apart for me again.”
“I don’t...know if I can...again,” she says, planting a hand beside my head as she leans her body over me.
I hold my thumb to her lips and my dick throbs where it’s fully seated inside her. Then she takes my thumb, her teeth sinking into the pad before circling it with her tongue. And when I move my hand between us, my thumb on her clit and my fingers splayed across the curve of her belly, she lifts and lowers herself onto me. Her full breasts bounce right above my face, and I use my free hand to grab the pillows behind me and bring them under my head and shoulders.
“Your tits are fucking phenomenal,” I tell her, before I latch my lips around one nipple. I circle the hardened peak with my tongue, lapping over and around it in a way that has her bucking wildly on top of me. As I tease her other nipple between my fingers, she lets out a breathy, “Yes...yes...oh my god...yes...keep doing that.”
And so, I do. I force myself to hold back while letting her control the pace of our joined bodies, continuing to graze my thumb over her clit and toy with her nipples until her movements become erratic—almost frantic—as she slams her cunt down on my cock.
“More,” she pleads, so I move my mouth to her other nipple and bring my arm to her lower back, anchoring her hips to me as I push up into her fast and hard.
“Oh fuck...” she pants, breathing labored. “Fuck yes. Oh my god.”
“God’s not here, Peaches. It’s just me and you. Harder?”
Above me, her lips part, and she nods, so I increase the pressure on her clit as I slam my cock into her until she’s whimpering and crying out my name while her muscles clench around me. And then, it’s impossible to hold back any longer. I tighten my grip on her hips as I hold her to me. Sparks fly through my veins, and I shake violently as I grunt out my release and pour myself into her.
Her shoulders slump forward, and she hangs her head above me, propping herself up on her arm.
“Holy shit.” She tilts her head up slightly to look at me. “Why haven’t we done this before?”
I chuckle, looking at her lovingly. “I was just waiting for you to be ready.”
Her eyes are half closed, she hums, “How soon can we do that again?”
“Right now, if you want,” I say with a shrug that I hope masks how eager I am to fuck my wife again. I want to keep doing this all goddamn night. And probably all day tomorrow. I have a lot of fucking fantasies to work through with her.
“Are you serious? How is that possible?” She narrows her eyes as she looks down from above me.
“Fun fact: about ten percent of men can have multiple orgasms with no downtime.”
“And you know this how?”
“Looked it up. Needed to know how special I was.”
