Page 5 of The Holidays with Dr. Mitchell
“I love you,” she whined. “I need you inside me.”
Her voice trailed off, and her wish was my command. If there was one thing I learned a long time ago while having sensational sex with my wife, it was to follow her lead and do as she said. If she wanted to come solo, she would. If her pleasure consisted of my dick being buried inside her, then that’s whathappened. Playing control-sex games in bed with my lady was never something I did.
I had my clothes off in record time and my dripping wet cock moving in her to match what her soft moans were telling me. Ash didn’t want this hard and fast. She wanted me to move slowly against her G-spot.
She was so fucking wet and tight while she held back her release. The heat from her made my cock jolt with a need to come, but I held back, allowing the tension to build. While I moved my length in and out of her slowly, feeling her pussy contracting around me, she framed my face with her hands while I brought my hungry mouth to her hard nipples. Fuck, I loved her breasts. I could be here all day, massaging my dick in my wife’s pussy while gently sucking her perfect tits.
Ash moaned in satisfaction, her climax on the brink while she fell into a trance of desire.
“God, you’re perfect,” I stated truthfully.
She moaned in gratitude as we fell into a harmonic rhythm of balance and pleasure as we always had. It was as if our bodies and minds knew precisely what the other needed, and when we both entered the drunken sex stupor of ecstasy, our minds could shut off, and our bodies would absently take over.
I needed her lips, and that’s where I set my focus next, kissing her deeply and passionately while allowing my cock to pleasure her at this moment. Ash’s fingers weaved through my hair again, and I began moving in and out of her faster. She reached for her clit, and our eyes met, knowing that we needed this release right now. In perfect harmony, our bodies and souls dancing in glorious passion, our eyes locked, and the coiled-up energy that had been ready to release my cum deep into my beautiful angel was here.
I moved deeper and faster, following her lead and feeling so fucking phenomenal that I could do this all night long. Ash’sbody tensed with mine, and then we released the pent-up energy we’d worked to build up to the moment.
I smiled, watching Ash’s eyes glaze over in ultimate relaxation. Her lazy smile told me she felt satiated and as beautiful again as I always knew her to be.
“You’ve still got it, Jacob Mitchell,” she said, kissing me on my nose.
“And I plan to still have it well into my nineties,” I chuckled.
“Nineties?” she softly laughed. “You know very well that if you and I are fortunate enough to live to our nineties, John and Kaley will have us both thrown into a nursing home and then what will you do?”
“Fuck you in the nursing home; what else would I do?”
“Oh, please. We’ll both be old and in diapers,” she said, kissing me on the top of my head.
“Fuck that shit. Even if we were, I’d slide your diaper off and?—”
“Stop, stop,” she interrupted me. “I don’t need any visuals of that.”
“You’re the one challenging me. The point is that it doesn’t matter how old we get. I will always want you as much as I have since the day we first met. Besides, ninety is the new fifty. I plan to look just as sexy at ninety as I do now.”
“Fine, I’ll let you have that. I mean, look at my dad and Carmen. They’re in their seventies and look like they’re in their fifties.”
“And your dad is tapping that ass?—”
“Don’t you dare!” she covered her face with both hands. “I don’t want to think about my dad and Carmen.”
I loved seeing Ash like this, happy and silly, and all the stresses of life have gone from her mind. It was just like old times.
“You’re the one giving me visuals of you in a rest home wearing diapers.”
“You gave that visual to yourself,” she arched a playful eyebrow at me, then traced her fingers across my forehead. “Diapers or not, I will forever love you.”
“Me too, angel, and I’m sorry if you had a bad day. I hate seeing sadness on your beautiful face.”
She rolled her eyes while I rolled onto my side, bringing her to face me. I ran my hand over her perfect ass and continued to gently run my fingertips up her side, along her shoulder, and back down to her ass again.
Pillow talk was my favorite part of marriage. Some men hated it, but I loved this shit, listening as my lady opened up to me about her day, her naked body pressed into mine, and her vibrant and happy eyes dancing with excitement to tell me all about it.
“It was just a dull day. I think the gloomy weather got to me.”
“I figured your cute ass would’ve been all songs and dances when I walked in that door tonight, knowing you and Elena were victorious in mandating that Collin and I go trick-or-treating this year.”
“It’s not just you two, you know?”
