“Did you bring in that cock ring?” she asked.
“Of course, I get off on those vibrations just as much as you.”
She reached behind her and patted his cheek. “I know you do. It’s a conundrum. The ring keeps you hard while those vibrations make you want to blow.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, kissing along the damp curve of her shoulder. “You make me want to blow.”
“Better put it on now before you get too hard.” She twisted. “Or let me.”
“I’ll do it. Last time you just about neutered me.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have moved so much!”
“I was trying to escape your sadistic torture. You had me trapped by my dick.”
“It’s a very nice dick.”
“That should remain attached if you want to continue to use it.”
“Fine, then. You put it on.”
He grabbed the ring from the edge of the tub behind him, and, under the water, worked it down his ever-growing cock. “Do you want the thingy at the top or the bottom.”
She tilted her head as if in deep thought. “I want to face you.”
He adjusted the ring until the vibrating part was at the top, where it would press against her clit. They hadn’t used it in a while but the last time they did, she had multiple explosive orgasms. They had no choice but to change the sheets afterward.
He hoped this morning brought about the same.
“Get ready for a tsunami. In and out of the tub,” she warned him. “We might have to get out the Shop-Vac to suck up all the water on the floor.”
“I’m okay with that.”
She turned to face him. “Which means, I’ll be doing the cleanup.”
“I have to work, remember? I wasn’t lucky enough to get off today.”
She grabbed his chin and reminded him, “Oh, you’ll be getting off.”
He grinned.
She grinned.
“Climb on my cock, wife.”
She tried to keep a straight face as she moved to straddle his lap. She reached between them and turned on the vibration. As soon as she did, he groaned as his cock began to hum and his balls pulled tight immediately.
Damn. Even though he already shot a load earlier, he might not last long this time, either. “Turn down the speed,” he managed to get out between clenched teeth.
Her fingers played around the ring that snuggly circled the root of his cock and the vibrations slowed down a little. He hoped that helped.
“Leah, get on.” Unfortunately, that sounded more frantic than he’d like, but she needed to move quickly.
She planted her hands on his shoulder and once again reached down, holding him in place. Christ, just that alone caused the pressure to build to a dangerous level.
“Ready?” she whispered. A smile ghosted across her face.
“I can see you are.”
“I can see you are, too.” Oh yeah, his cock was definitely ready for action again.
She slid the head of it between her folds once, tucked it where it needed to be and tortured him by slowly lowering herself.
“Leah,” he breathed. “Fuck... Hurry.”
She took his whole length, paused, then ground down until her clit rode the vibrator part while her pussy swallowed his cock.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Now he remembered why they didn’t use it often. Sex would only last seconds.
He choked out, “Leah,” in a warning.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, grinding against him, which was not helping his predicament.
“Holy shit is right and you’re going to be pissed if I come before you.”
She pressed her lips to his ear. “Pissed doesn’t even come close. You better not come before I tell you.”
“No, we’re not playing that game. The power is supposed to be mine right now.”
“Then take it.”
“Hard to take it when you’re on top.”
“Bullshit,” she groaned.
“Okay, then...” He reached behind her head, grabbed a handful of her wet hair and pulled it so hard, her head snapped back, exposing her throat. He ignored her gasp, and sank his teeth into her delicate flesh there and sucked the skin. He had to be careful about leaving marks since they were spending time with his family the next two days and didn’t need his ass ridden about it.
He scraped his teeth down the side of her neck and to her shoulder. Now there he could leave a mark no one but him would see. If he left a mark there, every time he’d see it in the next couple days, he’d get hard as a rock. Hell, all he would have to do is think about it and BAM!
Being in his forties hadn’t slowed his sexual prowess down at all. He’d have to make sure to rub that in.
When he could speak.
She cried out as he bit the flesh of her shoulder, and her pussy squeezed around him as she rode him faster and ground against him harder. She dug her short nails into his back, also doing her best to leave marks.
Fuck yes.
Seeing scratches on his back would get him worked up, too.
Placing his lips over his bite, he sucked until he knew he pulled the blood to the surface, sure to leave his mark on her.
He pictured her now, naked in front of the bathroom mirror, running her fingers over that mark, her pussy twinging and becoming wet. She would slide her finger through her arousal, come find him and slip her finger into his mouth.
When she did that, it got him instantly hard.
And right now, the thought of that happening in a day or two, sent any blood left, already not in his cock, right to it, making him painfully hard.
“Leah,” he murmured against her skin.
“I’m going to come.” Her voice sounded strained since her neck was still arched back as far as it would go.
“That’s the point,” he ground out, trying his best to hold on. He was quickly failing as she ground her clit hard against the top part of the cock ring. “Leah,” he whimpered.
Yes, whimpered.
“I’m going to,” she groaned, “come.”
So was he.
He snagged one of her nipples between his fingers, pinching it so hard, she jerked against him.
The wail she released at the same time as her pussy contracted around him, made him shove his face into her neck and groan, “Oh God, baby,” as he surged up and came so hard his cock pulsed like it had its own heart.
They both remained still as their bodies convulsed, and when they stopped, he released her hair, she lifted her head and gave him a lazy smile.
She then fell against him, her muscles limp, her arms around his neck and her cheek pressed to his. “We need to use that ring whenever we can only get in a quickie.”
“It definitely turns sex into a quickie.”
“That means we’ll be able to fit more in.”
He jerked his head back and stared at her. “You want more quickies?”
“I want more sex in general. I just know it’s not realistic with our different shifts, the boys and then,” she placed her hand on her belly, “a new baby on the way. But really, Marc, I love having sex with you and it’s a good time for us to connect and forget about having to adult.”
“Um, okay. Count me in for more quickies.”
She laughed. “I didn’t think you’d say no.”