“You’re incredible,” I tell her. “And we’re not done.”
“Damn right we’re not,” she says, lifting herself up andreaching for the lube and the dildo I left on the top of the nightstand.
“Does this still sound like fun?” I ask, nodding to the toy, fully prepared to change course if that’s what she prefers.
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. “Unless you— I mean, I know some guys are weird about this kind of stuff.”
I could point out that I do, in fact, own this toy, and that I’ve used it more than once. Way more. But I understand what she’s saying, and I want to make something very clear. “I’m into whatever feels good. And trust me, this feels damn good. If there’s something you want to do or explore, I’m probably game. I don’t have a lot of hard limits, but I also meant what I said. I don’t need any of this stuff. You’re enough for me.”
“You’re enough for me, too,” she says. “But I want to try this. I want to know what it feels like to be in complete control of your pleasure. I’m just not sure where to start.”
“Lucky for us, I know exactly where to begin,” I tell Fallon, because I’ve already worked out the logistics in my mind. “If at any time, you want to stop, just say the word “red,” ok?”
She nods and I lean forward to brush a kiss on her lips. “Bend your knees, okay? I’ll be on top of you, but I’ll bear my weight, okay?”
After Fallon does as I ask, I turn so I’m facing away from her with my knees on either side of her chest. I glance behind me to make sure she’s comfortable and then I lean forward, bracing my elbows and forearms on the mattress. I hate that we’re not facing each other, but when she squeezes my ass cheeks and tells me she likes the view, I smile.
“Look all you like, beautiful,” I tell her. “And then grabthe lube. You can—” My words freeze as I feel the cold liquid hit my puckered hole. “Yep, just like that.”
Fallon’s curiosity takes over and I reap the benefits as she swirls her finger, and the lube, around the tight ring of my ass and the soft flesh surrounding it. My dick is straining to enter her body, but I want to hold off a bit and let her explore.
I tilt my head to look behind me and see that she has the toy in her hand. “Can I try it?” she asks.
“Yes, please,” I answer as my body opens and swallows the smallest bead on the tip of the toy. Even that slight sensation is enough to shift me into the right headspace. Letting my head fall forward, I press my hips back, brushing the tip of my cock against her sensitive folds.
“Please.” I hear Fallon’s whimpered prayer, and I know what she wants, what she needs, but I check in with her all the same.
“Are you ready for me, beautiful?” I ask. I’m fully expecting her to say yes, which she does, but I am not expecting the pinch of my ass between her fingers. My thighs clench because even though I’m not sure what that was for, I definitely liked it.
“I’m way past ready, Ollie,” she says. “I need you. Now.”
There’s no way I’m making my wife wait another second, so I push my body back a little farther, letting her swallow a little more with each thrust. Her hands grasp my hips to guide me home. I rock my body back onto hers, and it feels so good. Soft, skilled fingers roam over my ass and thighs, kneading and massaging me.
Sex with Fallon is a full-body experience, and I’m loving every minute of it.
“Do you want me to?—”
“Yes,” I pant, because that’s exactly what I want. I turnback to watch, and the visual is just as intoxicating as the physical sensation. My body is humming with arousal, and I give myself over to it, relaxing to take in one more bead, then another. It’s heady as hell, the way she’s filling me up at the same time I’m filling her. And god, do I want to fill her up. My hips are driving faster and the sound of flesh-on-flesh echoes throughout the room. This angle lets me hit her sweet spot over and over until I feel her tremble.
“Ollie, oh, god, Ollie” she gasps. What comes next is a string of incoherent words as her orgasm takes hold. She shatters around me, and I can barely hold on.
When she starts playing with the toy in my ass, I know I won’t last much longer. I’m overcome with sensation, as my body swallows another bead. I can feel the friction building. Hell, I can feel everything in this position.
“I wish you could see what I see,” Fallon tells me, widening her stance just enough to let me sink a little deeper. The fact that she’s as into this as I am all it takes to send me right over the edge. I come hard, my body shuddering with release. The sensation is incredible, and I can’t stop myself from crying out.
It takes me a minute to come down from the high and disentangle my body from hers, and from the toy we’ve been using. I brush a kiss to her forehead before stepping into the bathroom to clean up both myself and the dildo. Fallon joins me a second later and I don’t hesitate before dropping to my knees to slip the warm, damp cloth between her thighs. Taking care of Fallon is an honor.
I follow her back into the bedroom where she grabs my t-shirt off the floor and slips it on over her head.
“You should say stupid stuff more often,” Fallon tells me as she flops back onto the bed, her hair splashing across the pillows.
“I don’t think you mean that,” I tell her as I crawl onto the bed and line my body up next to hers.
“Okay, I don’t,” she admits, giving me a kiss. “But the makeup sex is great. Maybe we’ll just skip to that part next time.” Fallon takes out her hearing aids and sets them on the charger while I turn out the bedside light.
“I like that idea,” I say, pulling the covers up around us. Fallon rests her head on my chest, and I know she’ll fall asleep soon.
The dildo bouquet was a success.
