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Not to mention there’s no door to close. Anyone could just walk right in.
And for some reason, right now, that fact is turning me on more than I can even understand.
“We could always go into the bathroom if you want,” Ryan suggests as we enter the sun room. “Or the closet.”
“I’m not going back into the closet for anyone, baby,” I grin at him and he laughs, draping his arms around my shoulders.
He hums while he kisses me slowly, softly, yet so full of passion I’m going out of my mind already. With his tongue in my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips, I’m dizzy. I can barely stand up.
The sounds of us kissing and panting ring throughout the room. In all honestly, we sound like animals already and we just got fucking started. And it sort of ramps things up, too. We’re becoming increasingly frantic, ripping at one another’s clothes, eager fingers gliding across surfaces in anticipation.
The shirts come off. Then the pants are unbuttoned and unzipped. And I fall to my knees.
Biting my lip, I gaze up at my husband from the floor while he looks down at me, brushing his fingers through my hair with needy flames of green in his eyes.
“I want you,” I tell him in a growl, breaking our stare to tug his pants down, just enough. I hear him hum when his dick is in my hand, then groan when I extend my tongue to lick his crown.
“I want your mouth,” he whispers. “Your tongue… Your fucking throat.”
He shivers when he gets what he wants.
I suck him between my lips, getting lost in a trance of blowing him with his hands on my head. Ilovebeing this for Ryan… Something for him to play with. I love how the dynamic between us shifts when we’re getting physical. It always has and it’s been the biggest turn-on of my entire existence.
“Baby, fuck me with that sweet mouth,” he croons from above my head and I’mdying. I need to free my cock before it breaks off in these pants.
Rumbling with his solid flesh pushing down my throat, my jittering fingers pull my own dick out to stroke it hard in my fist.
“Oh I love that,” he leans against something while gripping the back of my neck. “Look at that big cock…”
I pop off him to breathe, “Ryan, you’re making me crazy.” I’ve got him in one fist and me in the other, catching my breath while watching his dick as if I expect it to do something.
“Sorry, babe. I’m so fuckin wound up right now,” he lets out a breathless chuckle.
“Is it considered rude to fuck in a stranger’s sun room?” I ask, peering up at him while my face heats beneath his salacious gaze.
“Would it matter?” He smirks.
I shake my head slowly as he hauls me up then pushes me back onto something. A couch? A chair? I would have no idea because I’m too busy focusing on my husband while he tears my shorts off and slides his hands up my hips.
“I wanna put my dick in you, Ben,” he growls, coming over me to tease my lips with his, rubbing his erection on mine until they both flinch together. “Deep. Like, very fucking deep.”
I can barely breathe, panting and purring and just fuckingneedinghim with every ounce of myself. “Please… Please,yes.”
“Please what?” He mumbles, kissing my neck, sucking hard until I’m sure there will be a mark.
“Fuck me,” I insist. It comes out so damn needy, and I’m not even mad at it.
He rumbles into me while I touch him everywhere, tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, all that definition that makes him so masculine. The other part of my sexuality I never knew about until Ryan… That I want rough and rugged, too. Muscle and hair and a big dick.
It’s still a little baffling, but I love the eager shivers it gives me when I look at him. When I feel him.
When he rips open a packet of lube with his teeth and squeezes it all over his fingers, swiping them between my ass cheeks.
“God…” I whimper at the sensation of him pushing into me, knuckle deep.
He pumps it for a moment, then adds another and I wrap my legs around him as much as I can because he can’t go anywhere. I need him right here, like this, forever.
“You’re so hot and tight, husband,” he breathes as if he’s astonished, awed, though we’ve been doing this for over a year.
