Page 37 of Unwrapped By the Grumpy Mountain Man
Her fingers comb into the back of my head. Electricity runs down my neck into my chest. Violet brushes her nose with mine before pulling me down for a kiss. Her taste on my tongue seems to make her wild. Our kiss turns passionate, deep, almost desperate with need.
“Fuck me,” she whispers into my mouth. “Please, husband, I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, Goldie. I won’t get enough.”
I back my hips up until my tip bumps into her entrance. She’s so wet and hot, I have to remember to ease inside her. It’s been a while for her. She’s likely as tight as she was before she slept withwhatever pissant who didn’t know what to do with a goddess in his hands. Her foot tucks under my ass and pulls me in deeper.
Groaning, I push my forehead into hers. “I need to go slow, Goldie.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not fragile, Hudson. Please don’t hold back. I can take it. I want you.”
I curse. “Angel,” I kiss her, sinking deeper inside pure heaven. “Your pussy is everything.”
I pull out, the glide wet, smooth, before I thrust deeper. Her walls ripple around my hardness, choking it. My next thrust is harder, taking me all in until our hips are flushed, my heavy balls tucked tight against her ass.
“So good,” she moans, her arms wrapped around my back, her legs a vice holding me tightly against her.
“Are you ready, Goldie?” I ask, my body in desperate need to lose myself in her.
“Don’t hold back. I want to experience you. All of you,” she pants against my lips.
I kiss her, digging my fingers into her thigh and pulling it higher on my hip. Opening her up, I sink deeper into her warmth. I start a slow rhythm until she’s encouraging me to go harder, deeper.
Soon, we’re giving in fully to this connection, this need, the chase for release.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I love it, Hud. So good.”
“My wife, this pussy was made for my cock. I fit perfectly. I want you to come, angel.”
She nods frantically, pulling the back of my hair. She has a chokehold on my cock. Her velvet slick walls pulse quickly, demanding my come. Theslap, slap, slapof our skin echoes in the master bedroom, my grunts, her enthusiastic cries bounce off the walls.
“I’ll never get enough,” I chant, my hips chasing, retreating, and eager to sink back into heaven.
“Come for me, husband.”
I never stood a chance. I’m gone after that. I reach down, find her clit, and get her there with me. Tucking my head into her neck, Violet meets my thrusts. My heart races, my body ready to explode. Her pussy locks around my shaft, making retreat almost impossible. Then she finally lets go, crying out my name.
I shout, the heat at my spine along with the tightness in my balls releasing in all directions. I thrust hard into Violet’s body, freezing before the overwhelming sensation makes me lose control. Jerking, I groan, moaning into her body as I fill the condom.
Stars burst behind my closed eyelids as the aftermath rushes through my veins like fresh water. Time stands still. I wrap her in my arms, holding her firmly, rolling our bodies slightly to the side so I can collapse without suffocating her.
My ears ring as sound filters back, spatial awareness returns, and reality bleeds in. Her fingers softly caress up and down my back.
“Wow,” she whispers.
Pulling back, I search her face. She’s glowing, her eyes are soft as she smiles. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Her already flushed cheeks darken. “You’re incredible,” she says, combing my hair off my face. “That was everything.”
“Better than your first?” I ask, already knowing that twit didn’t take her that high. She didn’t let go the way she just did with me for him.
She laughs and the sun just beamed its rays into our bedroom. “So much better.”
Overwhelmed by this ache I’m feeling in my chest, I kiss her, intimately, sweetly. I roll off and take care of the condom in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face before turning thefaucet to warm. I damp a washcloth and return to her, stretched out confidently and completely naked over the sheets.
I get close and gently clean between those beautiful thighs. Her intake of breath has my cock already swelling for more. Not wanting to hurt her and make her sore tomorrow, I settle for holding her when I’m back in bed.
She hums, sinking into my arms. Both of us, still naked. She feels right here. I can picture a lifetime of nights just like this.
