“You ready?” I asked as I laid down next to her. I was on my side and bent down to kiss her.
Immediately she responded, clinging to me again and pulling me to her as if the first orgasm I gave her barely took the edge off. I needed it slow, wanted it slow. She wasn’t just a fuck and I wanted to take my time to prove that to her, to ensure she knew how much this meant to me, but we moved frantically, her legs parting as she pulled me over her.
She was sexy laid out beneath me, glorious when she took what she wanted.
I had a moment to pause before my dick rubbed against her still wet sex before her hands gripped my ass.
“Oh God,” she moaned, head thrown back, eyes closing as I pushed into her. “Shit. That feels…”
Perfect. “Yeah.” It was almost too perfect—the way our bodies aligned, the way she responded to me. The desperate need I had to claim her, to finally make my wife mine.
The thought alone was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was fucking my wife for the first time. And it was absolutely, one hundred and ten percent amazing.
Her body took to me like we were made for each other and I braced myself on one elbow as I slowly pushed in, pulled out. I took my time, held a hand to her hip to find the angle that would make her whimper. And as she did, her fingers tightened on my hips.
“Like that?”
“Yes. More.”
More indeed. I couldn’t get enough of her. The way every emotion, every sensation splayed across her face and how her body responded.
I moved my hand at her side, into her hair, tugged so her eyes met mine and then I moved. I snapped my hips against her, kissed her as she cried out, I swallowed every one of her pleasured cries and relished every sting of her nails digging into me. And hell if tugging on her hair, holding her down didn’t seem to turn her on anymore.
A million ideas raced through my mind, things I’d always wanted to try. If she liked it rough, while restrained, I would give her all of that.
A vision of my wife, tied, at my mercy dripping wet and with her full breasts heaving, needy for me, flashed in my mind and it was the vision, the feel of her body beneath me as she began to lose control that shot heat down my spine, tugged up my balls and sent a rush of lust straight to the tip of my dick.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Yes!” She came, clenching my dick and I gritted my teeth to keep from coming, but I couldn’t stop it.
As her body pulsed around me, sucked me deeper into her, I slammed into her one more time and came, burying my own groans and curses into the crook of her neck.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, hands finally loosening on my ass to run up my back.
“I’m sweating and probably crushing you but fuck if I can move anytime soon.”
My first time having sex since my ex-wife left me, and now I was fucking my new one.
The comparison wasn’t fair—and it wasn’t close to being in the same ballpark.
Gabby was incredibly responsive and so into it, I could become hard again just thinking about it.
“I need to get rid of this, clean you up.”
I lifted off her enough to kiss her, run my hand through her hair. “Was that… too rough?”
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Physically or otherwise.
“No.” She pressed her lips to my throat, my jaw, her hands still trailed up and down my spine, causing sparks to follow in her path. “It was incredible.”
19
Gabby
He stepped out of the tiny bathroom, a washcloth in one hand and nudged me on my hip with his toe. “Are you going to move?”
“Not anytime soon.” To prove it, I stretched, arms straight above my head and smiled up at him.
That was possibly, the best sex I’d ever had. The hard floor beneath me wasn’t even a deterrent. Joey could fuck like a god, or an immortal, with unending stamina. And the way he touched me? Pleasure zinged down my spine as I remembered his hands on me.
Chuckling, he scanned my body slowly, almost like he was remembering the same things I was. Based on the smirk that curled up one corner of his lips, he was pleased.
“I think you broke me,” I admitted. Ruined me at the very least, for other men.
“That’s too bad.” He stepped around me and grabbed a bottled water from beneath the kitchen sink. We hadn’t had room to store them in the small fridge. When he came back, he was pouring a small amount of water onto the washcloth.
I froze as he bent down, squatted in front of me, and ran that cloth over the crease of my hip.
“Oh!” I jumped, the water cool enough to force goose bumps to the surface.
“Sorry,” he said and proceeded to clean me.
Dear God, could he get any more perfect? “Sorry to hear I broke you.” He leaned down, kissed my navel, trailed his lips over the sensitive skin on my hip bone where he lightly bit.
I flinched again, hand going to the back of his neck.
“But I hope you recover soon. I have more plans for you.”
Suddenly… “I think I’m all better now.” I widened my knees, rolling my hips where he continued to trace with the tip of his tongue, those gleaming eyes meeting mine, and sighed.
“Damn,” I panted.
He chuckled against my skin, and moved forward, up my stomach, to the tops of my breasts and then his lips brushed over mine.
As he moved, our van swayed a bit. “It’s a good thing our site is private. We were probably rocking this van quite a bit.”
Joey snorted, nipped my bottom lip with his teeth. “Why do you think I chose it?”
“You—”
“Hoped.” He shrugged. He had no shame.
“Well, good thinking on your part.”
“I have lots of good thoughts,” he teased me with more kisses, priming me. I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on all over again, but there I was, arching into him, desperate to get as close as possible. At my lower stomach, he was hard again too and I reached between us and felt his desire for myself.
“We need to get the site set up,” he muttered, choking over the words as I began to stroke.
“Say it more convincingly and we will,” I teased, tightening my grip.
“Fuck it.” He dropped to one elbow at my side, pulling my face toward him where he slid his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me like we hadn’t already had the most mind-blowing sex. As he did, his hand slid down my body, finding my sex, wet and swollen and already throbbing with need for him. He found my center like he’d memorized my body and pressed two fingers in.
My eyes rolled back at the pleasure of him, his firm strokes and my hand matched his rhythm until we were kissing, the sounds of my wetness and our grunts took over. He played my body perfectly, not like it was the second time we’d done this, but we’d known each other for years.
And I responded the same, until my thighs began shaking, he added a thumb to my clit and his cock swelled in my hand.
“Yes,” I chanted as he hit that spot inside me that sent shocks to my limbs. “More.”
“Harder?”
“Yes.” I could barely speak as he listened, learned what I liked and continued fucking my hand. I came quickly, powerfully, clawing at the floor with my free hand and increasing the speed wrapped around his dick.