Birthday Kisses(8)

His hands are splayed on my ass, gripping and kneading as he continues to lick and suck. My thighs shake. My stomach flips. My skin feels electric.

And when he finally slides two of his fingers inside of me and begins to thrust, I’m done for.

His name falls from my lips as my entire body begins to shake, the orgasm washing over me. I’m coming so hard I fall forward onto my elbows, gripping the pillow that’s directly in front of me and using it to muffle my screams. I’m trembling, the orgasm radiating throughout every part of me and I can’t breathe.

“Fuck, Birdy.” He sounds pained as he pulls away from me, his hands now gripping my hips. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Before I get a chance to catch my breath, he slides deep inside of me. From this angle I feel incredibly full, the throb of his cock buried inside of me matching the pounding of my heart. We stay in this position, motionless, only the sound of our mingled breathing filling the room, the occasional car honk sounding from the street far below us.

“Too much?” he asks when I remain silent.

I slowly shake my head, glancing over my shoulder to find him already watching me, completely naked, his expression thunderous. Sexy. I don’t even remember him taking off his trousers but I’ve been in a bit of a daze so I suppose I can’t keep up with all of the minor details.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, sliding almost all the way out of my body before he slams back inside. I whimper with every single one of those thrusts, his fingers pressing deep into my flesh, most likely marking me.

But I don’t mind. I’m enjoying how rough he’s being. Ever since I’ve had Willow, he has treated me like a delicate doll. As if I’m fragile and need special care.

Did he not see me push a giant baby out of my body? I’m not delicate. After giving birth, I feel like a freaking warrior. Like I can do anything with this body of mine.

Including having rough sex with my husband.





6





CREW





I grip her lush hips, pounding deep inside of her, as far as I can go. Her ass jiggles with my every movement, and those little whimpers she keeps making?

Fucking sexy.

This woman is the key to my world. Who knew that we could end up like this? In love and starting our own family. We both come from fucked up circumstances but we overcame them somehow.

Pretty sure it was from the help and love we gave each other.

I worry about hurting her though. Of being too rough. She’s the mother of my child. I want to protect her at all costs, even from myself. So when I slow down my movements and lessen my grip on her hips, I swear to God, I hear her growl her protest.

“Don’t stop,” she encourages, wagging her ass for emphasis.

“Don’t stop what?” I pause, enjoying the sensation of her hot pussy gripping me tight. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to just give in and spill inside of her welcoming body.

“Fucking me like that,” she says with the faintest whine.

I blink at her, shocked she would say such a thing. This is Wren, after all. She’s not one to say “fuck” much.

So she must really mean it if she’s using that particular word. Twice so far tonight.

I grab hold of her hips once again and ram inside of her, groaning when I feel her inner walls clench around my cock in a stranglehold. I fuck her hard, over and over, the orgasm growing. Building. Until it becomes an unstoppable force barreling down upon me…

Her pussy spasms around my dick at the same time I feel that first spurt of cum leave me. I keep her close, fucking her in short, deep jabs, grunting with every thrust until finally I think I’m done. Though my body still shudders and shakes, and I swear to God my heart feels ready to jump right out of my chest.

We collapse onto the bed and I tug her in close, holding her, our sweaty skin causing us to stick together. She bats her hair away from her face and scoots up, her lips finding mine in a sweet, soft kiss, which is a total contradiction to the way we just fucked like animals only seconds ago.

“Wow,” is all she says, which makes me chuckle.

She giggles.

And then we’re both laughing, clutching each other, wrapped up in our own little world. Within seconds I’ve got her on her back and her fingers are curled around my stiffening cock, stroking me firmly.

“Should we do it again?” I ask as I hover above her.

Wren nods, her skin, her eyes glowing. I kiss her because I can’t resist those lush lips and the moment I break away, she’s pouting, her fingers still around my cock.

“I forgot to mark you.” When I frown, she explains. “With my lipstick.”

“Wife, you’ve left your mark on me from that first moment we spoke in psychology class,” I tell her, the truth ringing in my every single word.

She smiles, her expression turning sultry in an instant. “Hmm, I love that. Almost as much as I love you.”

Wren drops her hand, her body undulating beneath mine, her pussy rubbing against my dick and I know without a doubt.

I’m going to fuck her all night long, and she’s going to love every minute of it.





7





WREN





Christmas morning