El is wet. Sopping wet. My hand slips into her trouser without breaking our kiss, I push her panties aside and slide a finger into her wetness to tease her clit. Shivers wrack her body, she moans against my lips, bites me. We break apart to stare into each other’s eyes, I flash her a seductive grin and she giggles.
The delicate sound dies down once I shove another finger into her moisture, she moans her approval, bouncing slightly on my dick. Her mouth latches onto my neck, she grinds against my groin, nibbling on the skin behind my ear while her hands roam my chest, tug on my nipples through the material of my shirt.
Tingles erupt on my spine, my fingers make a home between her legs. I hiss at her slickness, her smooth, hairless pubis is exactly how I love it. Her juice coats my palm, her cunt welcomes another digit. I need to be inside her now.
Tugging on her waistband, I try and fail to locate the fly of her trouser. Frustration courses through me as I try to drag the rubbish material over her ass. Who the fuck made this trouser? Where’s the fucking zipper? El grabs my hands above my head, I frown at her, I want to be in control.
Lust darkens her gaze, El pecks my lips and my irritation dissipates. Her fingers set to work on the zipper located at the side, I groan. Really? Sensing my annoyance, her eyes flit to mine. She smiles, bringing my hands to cup her breasts and I knead one rock hard nipple. “Let me do the work, okay? You need rest.”
My head snaps to her face, I cup her cheeks. Shaking my head, I whisper, “I don’t need rest, I need you.”
Her tongue moistens her lips. “I need you too.”
El slides the trouser off her waist, I wait, albeit impatiently for her to rid me of my shirt and shorts. I can play with the beauties on her chest, get us in the mood but the only thing my cock wants is her vagina. We need to fuck now, foreplay can come later. She shares my thoughts too because she slides right onto my dick and our combined gasp travels through the air. It has been too damn long. It takes a moment for my brain to remember this feeling and other parts of it shut off. The only thing I register is the pleasure. The oneness.
My hands sneak around her waist, I try to control her movements but El is no longer the shy woman I knew. She rotates her waist so slow it elicits a cry of mixed feelings from me. I need her to go fast, ride this dick like she hates me and I try to spur her into doing that but she passes me a stern frown.
Come on.
“Please,” I whisper. My hands relocate to her breasts, I squeeze her nipples mercilessly. She responds by jerking her hips forward, burying my dick deeper into her wetness and a guttural grunt escapes me. Yes.
I want more. I need more.
Tightening my hold on her, I pummel into her as best as a man in my position can and a shrill cry tears through her lips. El tries again to hold my hands but I snatch hers behind her, punishing her with a slap across her boobs. My head descends to her chest, I drag a nipple into my mouth and ram into her, again and again until she’s pleading with me, moaning beautiful nonsense that fuels my desire to fuck her into oblivion. This might be our only chance at fucking, I need her to remember today for as long as she can.
Pressure builds in my belly, a desperate urge to release the tension of the past years tighten my insides. She meets each thrust with a forward jerk of her hips, I let go of her nipple with a pop, grabbing her ass to control her moves. Bliss rolls through me, my fingers dig into her waist as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. My legs vibrate violently, El slowly rotates her waist, I lose it and my load shoots up her core without warning.
El gasps. I bury my face in her chest, relieved and exhausted. I don’t feel sick anymore, I am perfectly fine.
“Brandon,” El cries out, slapping the back of my head. I break away from the hug to grin at her, she rolls a corner of her lips between her teeth. Blood rushes to my limp cock at the innocent act, it twitches to life. I cup her butt, she will be the death of me. Her eyes lower to our entwined bodies, she places her arms on my shoulders. “I’m not...” She trails off, a note of exasperation in her voice as our eyes meet. Still floating in cloud nine, I have trouble understanding her frustration. I arch a brow, she punches my shoulder. “I’m not...” Her eyes flit to my waist. “Brandon.” I frown, she sighs, then it clicks. “Please.”
My baby wants to get off. But she is shy.
A smile lifts my lips, I palm her face. She moans at the contact, teeth stuck in her lip. Her head falls back, desire clouds her eyes and a soft sigh escapes her. Someone is horny, someone wants me. Butterflies scatter in my belly at the realisation, I lift my wife and lower her gently on my semi. My cum acts as extra lubricant, my dick slides into her warmth and tingles explode inside me. Her head bobs in approval, her body jerks, causing her boobs to bounce and I repeat the action, eliciting a divine moan from her.
“No, your hair stays down,” I growl out as she tries to put it in a bun. She nods, leaning forward to kiss away my frown and she is rewarded by my finger tickling her butthole before it slides into her core for a hot second. My tongue teases her nipple, I suck on it tenderly and she whimpers, pushing her boobs into my mouth. The tight flesh around my dick drags me above the clouds, a wistful sigh leaves me and I forget my intentions. Her needy whines urge me to go faster, I grip her waist to stay her movements. “Elna.” Her eyelids flutter open, naked desire flows to the surface and I gulp. “Baby, what do you want? Tell me.”
“You,” she breathes out, “Brandon, I want you.”
Pride spreads through my chest at her horny declaration, the dominant in me rouses from its slumber. “In what ways, El?” There are so many ways to take her, I want to own her like I did five years ago, brand her with my touch. She whimpers, jerks her hips. I press a finger to her vulva, refusing to move, she will get this dick if she voices out her needs. “Use your words, Wifey. Fast, slow, harsh, how do you want it?”
El’s chest sags, she releases her breath. “I don’t know,” she replies. My lips pull into a disapproving line, she sighs and her eyes water. “Brandon. Just use me, please.” A lump collects in my throat, my heart constricts. I massage her butt, she presses her forehead to mine. “Make me feel like a woman again.”
That I can do even in my sleep. Prying her hands off me, I get off the bed and she joins me. She swallows but is complacent as I motion for her to touch her toes. I spank her round, perky ass, caress her stretch marks and litter wet kisses all over them. My fingers slip inside her, she whimpers and my dick slaps her ass. She won't last long in this position and I want more time with her.
On my command, she returns to the bed, gets into a kneeling position that exposes her butt to me. I lick my lips at the beautiful sight before me, trail the edge of my palm across her buttcrack. I can make her feel whole again, she will feel like a woman soon.
My dick pokes the entrance of her asshole, I know how much she hates anal sex and it spurs me to push the tip of my cock against her tiny hole. El goes rigid when another inch of my member enters her anus, cum drips out of her core to her thighs. I smack her ass and force an extra inch inside her, waiting for her body to adjust to the intrusion before going in for the final kill. Her fists crash to the pillow in protest at my next move, she scampers from me, I try to drag her by the foot but she makes a run out of the bed.
“I don’t want to have anal sex,” she spits out.
Fire burns in her eyes, licks at my flesh. I want to fuck that tight hole. “But I want to, Wifey.”
Without a reply to me, she starts picking her clothes from the floor and the crave for anal sex vanishes. My arms wrap around her from behind, she straightens up and I carry her back to the bed. I kiss away her annoyance, shove my tongue into her mouth. She returns the kiss with equal fervour, her legs slide around my waist and my engorged cock slides into her wetness. Moans spill from both of us as I rock my waist, I slam into her cervix, filling her entirety with my cock and she meets each thrust with a whimper.
Sweat coats her forehead, her eyes shine with love when they lock on mine. We are in a bubble with me attending to her needs, increasing and slowing my pace to please her. Her fingers clench the sheet every time I hit the right spot, she freezes for a brief moment and I quicken my pace. A pitiful whine escapes her after a final thrust, her eyes roll back, her lips part and she comes apart, clinging to me for dear life.
Seconds pass before she releases my sticky body, I roll on my side, stroke her cheek with a lazy smile playing on my lips and her sexy mouth spreads into a shy grin. We stay that way, with my hand cupping her cheek until our legs scream for a change of position. I carry her bridal style into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
“You should be in bed, you know?” she whispers, “doctor’s instruction.” Her tone is light, almost playful, she pouts when I continue staring at her. My chest tightens, I kiss her long and hard, pour the unspoken words and pleas into the kiss. Her eyes hold questions when we break apart but she doesn’t voice them. I turn off the shower to retrieve the loofah. “Baby.” Her voice tugs at my heartstrings. “What is wrong?”
A lot of things. I shrug. El discards the loofah and palms my face. My fingers sink into her hair, she loves scalp massage and I love her. She grins but I have trouble reciprocating it, my heart aches. I didn’t know what I was getting into by agreeing to do this for only one night. This cannot be the last time we do this.