Long Ball(39)

“Never before have knees turned me on, but yours do.”

I set down her legs and pull her up to me so I can unzip her dress, carefully pulling it down her body and flinging it across the room. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, and my cock throbs against my pants. She’s enticing, delicious, addictive.

“Your body is so incredible.” I place a kiss on her hip. “Everything about it amazes me, every inch of you turns me on, Megan. Your ankles make me want to bend you over the couch until you scream my name.”

I carefully draw a small circle over her dampening panties and a small gasp escapes her beautiful lips. A trail of kisses up her stomach leads me to her full breasts, perky with nipples erect, waiting for me. I kiss each one gently.

“Your breasts are like ripe peaches. I’m always dying to take a bite.” I nibble on one nipple, and then the other. Her fingers curl in my hair.

My fingers caress every inch of her body and my lips follow behind them, christening her skin with mine. I praise every piece of her, lavishing her with love and devotion, claiming it all as mine.

“You are my wife. You are my family. You are my life now, Megan. You both are. I know we always should have been, and how we’re together, where we belong.” I look up at her, her beautiful eyes filling with tears.

Before they can spill over her lids, I slide her panties down her luscious thighs and dip my head between her legs, inhaling her scent. My cock strains against the cloth prison, but I ignore it. This, right now, is for my wife.

My tongue slowly, softly, plays across her center. She tastes like heaven and every flick of my tongue causes her to writhe against me. A carefully place nibble on her clit steals her breath. I worship her center with my mouth, singing her praises with my tongue and praying with my teeth. Every pant and moan from her lips spurns me on faster, harder, until she convulses against me, gasping through an orgasm that floods my mouth with her sweet nectar.

Megan runs her hands through her hair, looking every bit like a mythical siren ready to tempt me. I start to undress and she sits up.

“I know you like to watch.” I tease, slowly undoing the rest of my buttons. “You naughty girl.”

“I like to touch even more.” She’s throaty, breathy, like an unbearable sex kitten from my dreams. A sex kitten with my last name.

My clothes land in a pile on the floor, my cock protruding like an army general, ready for battle. She crawls towards me with heavy eyes and takes my entire length in her mouth before I can even prepare myself. My knees weaken, but I frame her face in my hands and watch her full lips devour my cock. She’s incredible.

Everything about her is incredible. It’s almost too much to bear.

She licks my head and retreats back to the pillows, spread open and ready for me, beckoning me with a smile. It’s my turn to crawl across the bed, pausing just a moment to lick her clit again, and I fall into her arms. She kisses me tenderly but her nails dig into my skin. I dip my head down to lavish her nipples with my mouth. Her hips buck against me as I pleasure her. I could do this all day. Hell, on off days? I will. We’ll get a sitter and I will f*ck this woman from one end of my condo to the other.

Except, I realize, it won’t just be f*cking. We will be making love, real love, over and over again. This, more than anything, stirs something primal within me.

I carefully part her opening with my cock and slide inside of her, back where I belong. I’ve always been the stoic, silent type in the bedroom. I thrust and f*ck, but I don’t cry out. Megan, on the other hand, is loud and I love it. We cling to each other, limbs entwined, unwilling to let the other get too far away. Her moans fill my ears and tremble against my lips. Every kiss spills into forever. Every thrust feels like I’ve died and been reborn again and again.

We rock together to a slow building orgasm, coming together at the same time. As my body explodes within her, I stare deep into her eyes, feeling more connect to her than I have ever felt with anyone in my life.

It really is like we are two people becoming one in that moment.

“Every day,” she breathes in my ear. “We have to do this every day.”

“Whatever you want, my queen.” I kiss her shoulder. “Follow me.”

I light three candles in the elaborate bathroom and turn on the shower, hot water almost immediately spilling into the tub, filling the room with steam. I help my bride into the shower and lather her up with the sweet smelling body wash. She drags her fingers through my chest hair, making silly patterns as I caress her breasts.

“I like when you touch me,” Megan says softly, her fingers running down my chest and stomach. “It feels good.”

“It feels right.” I move from her breasts to her hair, wrapping the strands around my wrists and pulling, exposing her neck to me. A small dark mark is left behind my mouth, marring her otherwise perfect skin. It reminds me of a branding. I’ve put my mark on her.

We collide again under the hot water, droplets scalding my back but I don’t care, because my wife is in my arms and I am going to make love to her until my knees give out. Her hands find my cock and stroke me quickly, using the soap as lubricant. It takes almost no time before I’m unable to contain myself, at war with how wonderful her hands feel versus the very real need to be back inside of her.

Lust wins. I scoop her up and press her against the hard tile wall. There is nothing gentle left in my body, no more sweet caresses as we rock and thrust together on soft sheets. There is only the very primal, urgent need to f*ck her until she can’t walk. That, that will be my branding.