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“That’s it, baby,” I croon to him, sliding my hands over his. “Fuck my cock. Ride me hard, Ben.”
“Mmm yea… You’re fucking…perfect.”
My heart swells at his words.
“You’reperfect. Look at you… Like a huge, sexy wet dream come to life. Chase that orgasm, baby. I want to watch your big dick come all over me.”
A garbled noise breaks from his lips, his eyelids drooping closed while he goes at it, harder and harder.
“Bounce on this cock, husband.” I lift up into him and he gasps.
We’re fucking so hard I feel like the couch is falling apart, springs creaking like crazy to mix with the sounds of slapping and grunting… Animal sex music.
“I’m… I’m so…” His voice evaporates as he begins to fall down on me a little.
I reach for his face, holding it while I pump up into his warm, tight hole, using the other hand to grip the meat of his ass cheek.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I demand, and he does. “I want you to look into my eyes while you come.”
Ben is beyond dazed, and I recognize it. He’s about two good thrusts away from exploding everywhere.
And sure enough, he chomps down on his lower lip, forcing himself to keep his eyes open while he whines.
And breaks.
His orgasm shoots all over me, up my chest and onto my neck while Ben’s voice snaps from all the heavy panting.
Just seeing him come is enough to push me over the edge. And I palm his ass so hard he’ll have bruises, yanking his mouth to mine while I murmur on his lips, “I’m coming with you, baby.”
“Come with me… God,yes, Ryan, I love you.” All of his words come out as one stream, and I devour them out of his mouth while my cock blows off inside him, shooting pulse after pulse of cum deep in his body.
“I fucking love you more than words,” I breathe as the spinning slows.
We suck at each other’s lips, tongues tangling in the fervent lust we hold for each other.
The same we’ve been making since that first night. Right fucking here.
Ryan and I fell asleep in the basement.
After the intense, animalistic hump-sesh, we were too tired to move, let alone fix ourselves up and go upstairs.
It was romantic, and just the sort of alone time we’d both been craving. Unfortunately, falling asleep in a sea of jizz is never really a good idea. So we’re feeling all kinds of icky sticky as we make our ways into the shower.
It’s early enough that Jess and Ethan are still asleep, so we’re tiptoeing around. And inside the shower, I grab my husband by the waist and just hold onto him.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper into his neck as the water cascades over us.
“You’re a giant teddy bear after you get turned out,” he chuckles, and I bite him.
“I’m being serious.” I pull away so I can gaze into the moss of his irises. “I really fucking love you. And not just because of your amazing ability to turn me out.”
He laughs harder and my grin widens.
“So you’re glad you married me, then?” His brow quirks as he lathers shampoo onto his hands and massages it into my hair.
“I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” My eyes close while he massages my scalp with his strong fingers.
“I was thinking about the wedding, actually,” he rumbles, moving my head back, underneath the stream of water to rinse.
