“Well,” I say, gripping my cock and giving it a long, slow squeeze, “What my wife wants, my wife gets.”
Fallon smiles at me as she peels off her nightie and rests her head on a mound of pillows.
I join her on the bed, facing her so I can track her thoughts and words. Her body is incredible, and my brain nearly short-circuits when directing my hands where to go first.
Ever the doting spouse, Fallon helps me out by placing my right hand on her mound and then between her legs. As she opens for me and lets my fingers explore, I nearly lose my mind at how fucking wet she is.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she tells me as her knees fall open. “And I’m not a very patient person.”
“I’m so fucking sorry,” I tell her. “I should have pulled my car over to the side of the road and given this sweet pussy the attention it deserves. I should have gotten on my knees for you and eaten you out, so you didn’t have to wait so long to feel this good.”
“You can make it up to me,” she says, lifting her hips slightly. My mouth hovers above her scent and I try to memorize the damn smell of her. I never expected any of this, but I don’t want to miss a second of it.
The slight pressure Fallon puts on the back of my head has me diving between her legs to devour her. My woman knows what she needs, and she’s about to learn that I’ll always fucking give it to her.
I’m the kind of guy who always tries to live in the moment. I don’t worry about the past or stress over the future, and thank god for that because this moment right here, the one where Fallon’s thighs are wrapped my head like a vise? Well, it’s a damn good moment.
I make lazy patterns with my tongue and I can tell it’s driving her crazy because every time I get into a groove she seems to love, I change directions just to draw her pleasure out. I’m torturing myself, too, though, because I can’t fucking wait to feel her come on my face. I want to catch each shudder, feel each pulse, and ride each wave. That’s what has me slipping two fingers inside her. They work in tandem with my lips and tongue and I know we’re already making enough noise that the freshmen who stole my room are going to need to buy earplugs.
Not my problem.
Fallon’s grip on my hair tightens as her orgasm builds. She’s yanking on the strands almost to the point of pain, but that just makes the pleasure so much sweeter when shelets go and all that fucking honey drips from her center into my mouth.
I don’t change our position instantly, and I sure as hell don’t use my arm or the sheets to wipe my mouth. Hell no. I drink up every ounce of her pleasure as I lie in the valley of her legs and wonder how the fuck I got so damn lucky.
Lifting myself up, I settle in beside her, lining us up so that we face each other. She kisses me long and deep and my cock twitches when I realize she tastes herself on my lips. It’s
When she reaches into her drawer, I get an instant image of her bringing out a vibrator. Oh, the fun we could have with one of those. I’m not disappointed, though, when I realize she’s just grabbing a handful of condoms. It’s barely past dinnertime. We’ve got plenty of time for toys later.
She hands me a foil packet and I waste no time tearing it open and sheathing myself. Our bodies are lined up and when she lifts her leg and curls it over my hip, I know what she’s asking for. The head of my cock slips between her folds and I watch her face as she gasps at the contact. She smiles as she presses her body closer to mine, deepening our connection inch by inch. She’s still so wet and ready for me that it only takes a few more thrusts until I’m fully seated inside her. I’m guilty of imagining this moment more than once, but the reality is more incredible than any fantasy—even my filthy ones— could ever be. And the fact that we’re face-to-face, that I can watch as her expressions change? That only makes the whole thing hotter.
I’m pumping up into her now, and she’s meeting me every step of the way, her inner walls squeezing me with delicious torture.
I’m quickly becoming addicted to the weight of Fallon Zabek in my arms, and I think she’s fallen under my spell,too, because she can’t keep her lips and hands off me. She’s sucking and nipping at my neck and the little stings and bites are driving me crazy in the very best way. I’ll let her mark me as much as she wants because it makes her happy and it feels so damn good.
I’m starting to lose the fight I’m having with my dick, though. I don’t ever want to stop driving my cock into Fallon’s body, but my balls are drawing up tight and there’s a tingling at the base of my spine that tells me my release won’t hold out forever.
Neither will Fallon’s, I guess, when she slips her hand between our bodies and rubs her swollen clit. I fucking love how she’s not shy about what she needs and how to get it. But I want in on the fun, too, so I move my hand between us and cover my finger with hers. The added pressure causes her to moan, and I desperately hope some of my brain cells are paying attention to what Fallon likes because I’m about to lose all coherent thought as I drive into her again and again.
My eyes find hers, but the words won’t come. My mouth opens as I begin to let go and when Fallon’s lips crush mine, I know she wants this just as much as I do. Her body rocks into mine as my orgasm takes hold. I fill the condom and then we collapse in a heap on her sheets.
When I can catch my breath, I tap her shoulder. “So, I have good news and bad news.”
Fallon’s only response is to arch a brow.
“The good news is that I just had the best sex of my life, but the bad news is I’m kind of a slob and I no longer have my own room because the freshmen turned it into a gaming lounge, and I can’t really move out because we’re married.”
It takes a second for all of that to register, but when itdoes, Fallon just smiles. “If you keep fucking me like that, I don’t care how much of a slob you are.”
“That’s a deal if I ever heard one,” I say.
“Well, the sex was pretty incredible. So amazing, in fact, that I’m beginning to understand why you have such a loyal following.”
Fallon stares at me, her luminous blue eyes round with surprise as I process what she just said.
“You know?” I ask, a thousand questions rolled into one.
She ducks her head and nods. “Ian accidentally let it slip last summer. He thought I knew already. For what it’s worth, I’ve never told a soul, and I’ve never peeked at your account.”
