“Breathe, darling,” he urged quietly, and she inhaled, her eyes instinctively squeezing shut as he pressed into her, the pain instantaneous in its arrival and departure, leaving behind the odd feeling of fullness.
Richard kept his word, slowly easing his member in, little by little, until their hips were flush against each other.
Nancy felt… incredibly full, to the point she could swear she felt a pressure at the base of her throat, swallowing with difficulty.
“Nancy? Are you all right?” he queried softly, his voice seeming to echo in her mind.
With her eyes still closed, she nodded, scrambling to hold onto his arms as his hands tightened their grip on her waist.
“Go on,” she whispered, getting accustomed to the intrusion.
Richard leaned forward to kiss her, pressing even deeper, and she moaned into his mouth as he pulled out slightly and thrust back into her just as slowly as he had before. He repeated the motions, his hips moving back and forth, pulling in and out of her at a gentle pace.
It felt incredible, this closeness between them. Nancy felt dizzy with his earthy, male scent, content to cling to his sweat-dampened body as it covered hers, sighing and moaning into every kiss he gave her.
His mouth eventually wandered from hers, tracing the contour of her throat as a hand came up to fondle her breast, every grind of his hips shattering her and pulling her back together.
Nancy thought it couldn’t get any better than that, but then, in a moment of lack of self-control, he increased his speed suddenly, his thrusts getting a little rougher, and his member sank into her so deep, pulling a deep moan from both of them.
Richard cursed, trying to slow down again as he apologized. “Ah—sorry, I did not?—”
“No,” she sputtered, running her hands over his chest, shivering as his muscles twitched beneath her touch. “No, do not… I… Do it again. Please.”
Her husband hesitated for a moment before he pulled out further than he had before and thrust into her quickly in a single snap of his hips.
Nancy could’ve sworn she nearly lost her sight, clawing at his back as intense arousal washed over her.
“A-Again,” she gasped.
Richard repeated the motion, his hands holding her down as he thrust into her faster, smirking as she moaned his name.
“So pretty,” he mumbled, keeping up the new pace, his dark eyes roaming over her form as she writhed beneath him. “You look so pretty like this. Almost completely ruined because of me. I like it.”
Nancy could barely hang onto a word he was saying, that familiar feeling building within her again. Richard’s mouth covered hers, wanting all her sounds and taking them, tasting like the desire that filled the air between them.
“Richard—Richard, p-please,” she begged, arching into him as his husky voice whispered praises against her throat.
He bit and sucked the skin there, marking her over and over. She was his, utterly and completely.
Just as the pleasure she sought was within reach, he pulled out of her, making her whine loudly in complaint.
“Richard,” she cried, feeling a little betrayed by the rush of air into her lungs and the disappearing weight in her stomach.
But he said nothing, only moving back even more, to her horror. Before she could complain, however, he used his grip on her hips to flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs and pulling her back until she was on her hands and knees.
“I wanted to see you like this for a bit,” he whispered, thrusting back into her slowly until he was completely sheathed inside her. “Like a present, made just for me.”
Nancy tightened her grip on the pillows below her, pushing her hips back to meet his thrust halfway, drawing out a startled sound from him. Richard seemed to appreciate it when she did it again, clearly enjoying the fact that he was not the only one who was mindlessly chasing relief, but soon he took charge again, his fingers curling around her hips as he suddenly thrust hard into her.
Nancy nearly lost her balance, barely managing to hold herself up as he kept up the mean pace, his member reaching deeper and deeper into her, stroking her walls and coaxing more sweet sounds out of her.
“Ah—Richard—I-I can’t?—”
“I know,” he grunted, grinding forward, deep and slow, before picking up the pace again. “God, you feel so good.”
The pressure returned, looming and daunting, and she was ready to lose herself to it completely, surprised when he pulled her up and pressed her back to his chest as he continued to thrust into her, sucking at her neck.
She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder as they both plunged head first into a shared pleasure, all-consuming and claiming, blessing them with mind-numbing satisfaction that settled into their bones.
