Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Just as she is the same to me when my mouth is between her legs. We’re a couple who enjoys oral and indulges in it as frequently as we do actual fucking, and I cannot begin to put into words how much I missed this.
I’m struggling not to let my head fall back and my eyes close in rapture, but I’m not about to wreck the car and injure us. So I force my attention on the road, grateful we’re but a block from the house.
One hand on the wheel, I put my free hand in Ella’s hair, sifting it through the softness while she slowly bobs on my cock. She knows if she puts too much effort into it, I’ll probably run into a mailbox.
“House dead ahead,” I mutter as I put my blinker on and swing into the driveway.
The minute I put the Rover in park and cut the engine, Ella lets loose. I manage to push the button to slide the seat away from the steering wheel and recline the back a bit, but now she’s using hands, lips, tongue, and teeth.
I groan low and deep, both my hands now diving into her hair to help her move up and down. It’s been six long fucking months since Ella has touched me like this, and it has never felt better.
It doesn’t take long. When Ella decides she wants me to come, she knows what to do to get me there. In moments, I am coming hard with a sharp bark of relief as she sucks every bit of me down her throat.
Ella hums with appreciation, cock still in her mouth as she pulls up, then licks around the head. I grab her by the shoulders, haul her half over the console, and kiss the fuck out of her. Deep, wet, and still tasting of my seed.
God, I love this woman.
“Hurry up and get into the house, I’m going to return the favor,” I promise with straight-up wicked intent in my voice. She shivers, eyes firing hot. “Then I’m going to ride you hard, Ella, because it’s been a long time.”
“I can take it,” she promises, because she’s always been able to take anything I give her. Ella and I can get pretty rough sometimes, and I’m proud to say we’ve broken two bedframes in our marriage.
Ella scrambles off me and I tuck myself back in my shorts, zipping and buttoning up. We both exit the vehicle, noting the streets are deserted as they should be this time of night, so we shouldn’t have been seen. If we were, I’m sure we’ll be getting a notice from our homeowner’s association soon, but I couldn’t give two fucks. All I care about is reconnecting with my wife.
♦
Covers and sheets have been kicked to the floor. Ella is on her stomach with me on top of her, which is essentially where we landed after I finished riding her hard like I promised and I’d had another massive orgasm, filling my wife for the second time tonight. She’s still up one orgasm on me—which is fine. I like spoiling her with my mouth.
I reluctantly pull out, ease my weight off her, and roll to my back. Not giving Ella any choice, I snake my arm under her and haul her to me. She’s practically dead weight, and I think I broke her good.
Moving her so she’s half on me, half on the mattress, I press her head onto my shoulder and twist to kiss the top of her head. “You okay?”
I feel her nod, her hand coming across my stomach to hold tight. Her voice is all raspy and fatigued. “That was incredible. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”
“I know what you mean,” I murmur, running my fingertips along the smooth skin of her hip.
“Remember that time in the hotel in Toronto? We were banging the headboard a little hard against the wall, and the framed picture fell off?” She lets out a tiny giggle at the memory.
“Fuck yeah, I remember.” I smile fondly. The picture hit me on the shoulder, making a small gash before tumbling to the floor. I was deep in the throes of mindlessly fucking my wife from behind, and I barely noticed it. Ella was certainly oblivious. Only after we were done, limply sprawled across the mattress, did we realize I was bleeding like a stuck pig from the gash. Ella insisted it needed stitches, but I always carried butterfly bandages in my shave kit, so we made do with that.
The point being… we’ve always gotten lost in each other. The whole world could probably be burning down around us while we were having sex, and we wouldn’t even notice.
We lay silently for a few moments before I give her a tiny squeeze. “I’m going to get some water. Want one?”