Since Bella is here, the kids will be with “Aunty” Cath, our amazing nanny who is like a grandmother to them. She’s sixty years old next year, and devoted. The family we were always meant to have. And both of us trust her, so when we need it, there are moments away from the kids, even when we ought to be leaving for an event.
“Mmmm.” I run my hand up her leg. “I’m thinking I should unwrapmypresent rather than wrap up someone else’s.”
She leans into my touch, and gives a breathy little gasp.
“We…” She swallows as I squeeze her thigh. “Really shouldn’t. We don’t have time before the Maths Club Christmas party.” She reaches for the scissors, and even as I draw a purring moan from her, sliding my hand over her arse, she snips neat sections of sticky tape, tagging each one onto the side of the desk.
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, and pull her to me. She squeals as I get her in my lap and kiss her. She tastes like mulled wine, and I groan.
“We always have enough time for you…” I reach under her silk dress and slip my fingers up the outside of her thigh and into her knickers. I stroke over the soft skin just in from her hip, and I can feel the slight raise of her tattoo there.
My name. And I know without looking that there’s a love bite on her right inner thigh from last night.
In turn, I have new tattoos too. Our children’s names down my lower leg, and Bella’s name on my hip in the matching location to mine on her. And while I don’t get bruises from my wife half as often as she does from me, I treasure them when I do.
“Are you wet for me, little elf?” I shift my hand across from her tattoo and cup her sex, then groan when slick heat drips onto my fingers. “You are. Did you bring me this juicy cunt to enjoy? Such a naughty girl.”
“You make me like this,” she whispers as she leans onto my chest and our lips meet. It’s a slow, sensual kiss at first, but within seconds it’s open-mouthed, and my fingers have slid through her folds to rub over that perfect clit that was waiting for me. With my free hand, I grab her hair and wrap my fist in the silky strands, pulling her head back to break the kiss and reveal her neck.
I love to watch her from every angle as I make her come. Face-to-face is a favourite, but all of her is delicious, and as I feel for the exact place and set up the rhythm that I know makes her crazy I relish every detail of her expression. The little signs of arousal, like her pink cheeks, and the soft sounds she makes as I drive her higher.
“Lucas.” Her gold wedding ring glints as her hands shake on my lapels. “Please.”
“That’s it.” I increase the pressure, knowing she can take it. “I’d love to bend you over this desk right now.”
“Now. Please.” Her begging in that breathy tone breaks my resolve instantly.
I groan and have her off my lap and bent over my desk in a moment. Then I free my erection and plunge into her. No questions, no hesitation. Just parting her soaked, puffy pussy lips and shoving all the way home. She chokes and arches herback, and I grab her hips. The pleasure is so immediate and intense I almost black out.
The first thrust is heaven. The second is even better. Then I’m ramming into her like an engine piston, and I can’t get out words, or let go long enough to tell her to touch her clit.
Thankfully Bella knows that though I prefer to be the one stroking her patiently to orgasm myself, when we need to be quick, I’m happy for her to help. Through lust-fogged eyes, I see her reach between her legs, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock as she strokes her clit, her hand obscured from my sight but the movement of her forearm frantic.
I can’t get out any words. I just pound into her, using my wife’s perfect body in the way we’ve done hundreds of times before, just like this, and many more in other variations. But there’s something special about these quick, furtive fucks that only serve to relieve our need for each other in the fastest way possible when we know it’s hopeless. I’ll want her again, far too soon.
I always do. I love her too much to not be joined to her whenever I can.
The familiar tension builds at the base of my spine, and my balls pull up.
Her cry as she comes is only a second before she clamps around my length. I ram home harder as she pulses, then my orgasm slams into me as hard as I’ve been fucking her. It surges up from my balls and through my cock. I shoot my hot come deep inside her, right against her cervix. And fuck, but after ten years and eight children, you’d think I wouldn’t care about breeding Bella, but you’d be wrong.
I can’t speak or more than grunt my ecstasy, but I fucking love filling her up. She’ll smell like sex for the rest of the day, and when we look at each other there will be that secret between us.
I might be getting her pregnant right at this moment.
Her pussy drags more and more out of me.
We’re both breathing hard as I withdraw and straighten my clothing. Bella doesn’t move, collapsed as she is on my desk. I pull up the scrap of white cotton over her hips and flip down her skirt. Then I grab her by the throat and pull her upright, jerking her flush against my chest.
“I needed that.” I kiss the top of her head and squeeze her to me.
“Not as much as I did.” She turns and looks up at me, pure mischief on her face.
“You are the most distracting little elf.” There was me thinking I’d instigated that. Ha. I’m putty in my wife’s hands. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She closes her eyes.
“But you are a very naughty girl.” I lower my voice to a rasp. “And you’ll pay for being a tease, and making us late. You’re going to soak through your knickers and leak my come down your leg all through the party, aren’t you?”
