Page 16 of On Thin Ice
“That didn’t stop you from making me repeat a movement a billion times until you were convinced I was doing it right, though.”
“Or maybe that was me wanting to spend more time with you, little slut. And admiring how sexy you are.”
I smiled and moaned as he pressed his hips into me, making me feel his erection. The mere feeling of the throbbing contour of his shaft was enough to awaken my inner slut. Fuck, I lovedknowing that after so many years together, he was still as attracted to me as I was to him.
At some point, I’d joked about how it was unfair for a silver fox like him to look better than men more than half his age, and he’d laughed about how he had found the fountain of youth—me.
“You know I need to be at the ice rink soon, right?” I giggled, pressing my ass into him and making Bryce moan.
“Yeah, but even if you’re late, who’s going to argue with the coach on the first day?”
I moaned and laughed as he reached for my breasts, cupping them slowly. I thrust my tits forward as he massaged them through the thin fabric of my blouse. I closed my eyes, savoring his presence. It was deliciously overwhelming, and I moaned as pleasure rippled through me.
God, I was never going to have enough of him.
Slickness flooded my pussy as he moved his palms and slid them beneath my blouse and my sports bra. A moan escaped me as he pinched my nipples, making them stiffen, and my body ached with need for him.
Shamelessly rubbing against him, I threw my head back against his chest and lifted my hand, caressing him. A shot of ecstasy rushed through me as I felt the familiar scrubbiness of his beard.
“I want you,” I moaned.
That seemed to be what my husband wanted to hear. The next moments were pure chaos, and I didn’t even bother trying to keep up with how fast our clothes flew around the room.
Bryce dropped himself on the bed and quickly dragged me on top of him. I straddled his body, and a bolt of electricity shot to my clit as he grazed my hard nipples. He roamed his hands over my body, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched me.
A rush of heat spasmed directly to my core as he grabbed my hips and lifted me. Quickly guiding him inside my pussy, I lowered myself on top of him, moaning as he stretched me open for him.
He was as enormous as I remembered, and fuck, no matter how long we’d been together, I was still addicted to that beautiful cock of his. I stayed still for a few moments, simply enjoying the feeling of fullness.
Pleasure pulsed through me with each throb of his cock. My husband tightened his hold on my hips and moved me. I braced my palms on his torso, starting to ride him. Ecstasy ran from my fingertips to my toes as I bounced on top of him, taking him entirely inside me with each stroke.
His shaft rubbed that sweet spot inside me, on the top of my pussy, causing an erotic tension to coil inside my lower belly. The scent of sex and his familiar, masculine, unique one filled my lungs, turning me on like crazy.
God, I never thought you could love and want someone so much, and yet, I could swear every day I was falling even deeper in love with him, if that was possible. And I’d been fucking smitten from the moment we met.
“You’re amazing, little slut. I love how your pretty, tight cunt squeezes my cock.”
He urged me to bounce faster, and I quickly obeyed, my moans turning louder and louder with each new penetration. The longing in my body increased as he swelled and jerked, and I felt myself flying fast toward my orgasm.
A surge of heat claimed my core. Our labored breaths matched as I rode him rougher, allowing me to slam hard against him over and over again. Everything blurred around me, and the well-known tension coiled in my lower belly.
“I’m going to fill my wife with my cum and send her like this to the ice rink, so that any man would know she’s mine,” Bryce groaned. “Could you see yourself like this? With my cum dripping out of you? Maybe I’ll add a toy, too.”
The image he painted in my head made me feel like a filthy slut, and the dirtiness nudged me closer to the edge. We’d actually done something like this when we’d been at the Olympics and he was still my coach.
During one of the training sessions, he had made me wear a remote-control egg inside my pussy, and during that session, he had constantly played with the intensity. Supposedly, it should have helped me focus, but we both knew the only thing I’d been channeling my attention on at that moment was my desire to come.
He had made me embrace my orgasm multiple times, and when we were back in the hotel room, I was a ball of neediness. I’d begged for his cock like a shameless slut, barely able to control my moans while he had fucked me senseless.
Well, now we no longer needed to hide or be careful about who might hear us, so I was more than eager to scream my bliss andlet any neighbor know how much I enjoyed what my husband was doing to me.
“Yes! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” I chanted as I jumped on top of him harder and faster, taking him as deep as possible.
I could no longer even think, just feel, as Bryce slammed me rougher against him. My orgasm built fast, and the way my husband started to use me, digging his fingers into my hips and bouncing me as he wished, drove me wild.
I felt like a doll, used for his pleasure, and I mewled and panted every time he thrust. It turned me on like crazy, and soon enough, I was screaming his name as pleasure engulfed me.
It was scorching hot, and my brain shut off as ecstasy darted to every corner of me. My body was completely on fire, and I clawed at Bryce’s abs as I rode out the aftershocks, convulsing and trembling at each wave.
