by Jessa Kane
“I am. I am.”
Wanting no secrets between us, nothing between us, I lift her off the table and cross the bathroom, setting her down beside the medicine cabinet against the wall. Maintaining eye contact with her, I remove it from its hooks and let her see the holes in the sheetrock, through which I’ve been spying on her for years.
I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not for her to moan and reach for the fly of my jeans. Her hands are shaking and I’ve never seen her so open, so vulnerable. She’s letting me see her naked need and my cock responds eagerly, hungry to fulfill it.
“Ryan,” she sobs, pulling down my zipper. “Ryan. Ryan. I can’t stop shaking.”
Instinct moves me. Instinct where this woman is concerned. My hand lifts and closes around her throat, carefully pinning her to the bathroom wall. “Shhhh. Talk to me.”
Her eyelids droop, her trembling decreasing little by little. “I don’t know how to describe it. Like I’ve been keeping my feelings inside for so long and now I can’t control them. I want you so bad it hurts.”
My lust is going to burn me alive if she keeps talking like this. “I know a little something about wanting someone so bad it hurts,” I say, my hand dropping from her throat.
“Show me,” she whispers, pulling down the bodice of the red dress and shoving it down her hips, to the floor. “Show me how you suffered and then use me to make it better.”
I have to breathe deeply and dig my nails into the palm of my hands to keep from grabbing Jessie immediately. But I adhere to her request and press my face to the peepholes instead, relaxing my hand enough to wrap it around my cock.
“My favorite time to watch you is after we’ve said goodnight. I’ve been hard for hours, hours, watching you giggle on the couch in your tight fucking yoga pants. Sometimes I spray your perfume on my left wrist and bite down on it while I beat off with my right.” I stroke myself now with rough jerks, grunting out loud as I’ve never been free to do while spying. “You wiggle around naked in your sheets trying to get comfortable and finally fall asleep. I think of what it would be like to sneak into your room and tease your mouth open with my cock…”
When Jessie gives me a seductive look and leaves the bathroom, reappearing in her bedroom a moment later, my groan rents the air.
I watch with escalating hunger as she lies down in her bed…and pretends to be asleep. Her hips are at an angle, back flat, eyes closed and I almost come at the implication of what she’s letting me do. At the permission she’s giving me.
It hurts to walk, I’m so aroused, but I tread slowly through the dark into her bedroom and skirt around to the opposite side of the bed. Her plump mouth catches the moonlight and precome beads on the head of my cock. Hardly able to believe what I’m doing in real life, not inside my head for once, I drag the wet tip of my dick along the seam of her mouth. She murmurs sleepily, but doesn’t open her eyes.
Heat inundates me at the sight of my spend resting on her lips and I can’t keep from kneeling on the bed, walking forward and pressing my cock closer to her mouth, like a secret offering. I gently tug down her chin with my thumb and slide just the head of my erection inside, resting it on her tongue. Ahhh fuck. My balls harden to stone and a ringing begins in my ears. I could come just like this, my dick dipping into her sleep-softened mouth, but with her body laid out in front of me, I know I’ve only begun to glimpse heaven.
Quietly as possible, I peel the panties down Jessie’s legs and lay down behind her, marveling over my hard cock being stroked this close to her naked ass. Imagining ropes of come sliding down the smooth cheeks and disappearing between them.
Maybe another time. Definitely another time. Right now, the need to breed is burning inside of me and I want my juice inside of her. I can’t stop myself from pushing her raised knee down on the bed, so she’s curled in the fetal position, leaving her pussy hole free for the taking. I lift her top ass cheek in one hand, guiding my cock to her entrance with the other, dipping the thick head inside and pulling it back out with a delicious little squelch, before sinking in as far as I can go. Ohhhh fuck yes.
I release a silent groan up at Jessie’s bedroom ceiling, carefully to keep my thrusts slow and measured so I don’t wake her.
Unfortunately, her pussy won’t stop getting wetter. It’s her fault I have to work my dick deeper and harder. She’s making me do this. The bed springs start to squeak and Jessie’s legs kick, her body starting to pull away from mine, telling me she’s awake. I do the only thing I can do. I roll her onto her stomach, pin her down and keep pumping. There’s no other option. My cock hurts to bad and she’s wet for it, isn’t she?
Part of me wonders if I’m getting too lost in the game we’re playing, but Jessie lets me know she’s playing it, too, when she gasps, “Ryan?”
“Lie still,” I grunt, reaching beneath Jessie to massage her breast. “Stop acting like you don’t want it.”
“I-I can’t believe you, Ryan.” She puts up the pretense of a fight, jerking and bucking underneath me. “Are you even wearing a condom?”
The wet slap of my cock entering her pussy answers that question. “Couldn’t wait long enough to put one on. Had to have this cunt now. Fuck, it was worth the wait.” With a final squeeze of her nipple, I release her breast and wedge my hand between her thighs, finding her clit with two fingers and fondling circles on top of it. “You love waking up to me riding you for broke, you little tease. Don’t you?”
Jessie whimpers and opens her thighs wider. “Ryan…”
The sound of my name in Jessie’s voice is like a fist around my heart. I forget all about the game then and align my body with this extraordinary woman who will become my wife, my mouth tracing up the side of her neck and burying in her hair. How the hell did I get this lucky? “I love you so much,” I rasp. “I’d love you up close. Or from afar. And my life would be fulfilled just for knowing you, Jessie.”
“From afar?” She tilts her head and smiles at me, her expression drowsily aroused. “And miss out on all the fun?”
My lips curl and I lean in, melding our mouths together with a kiss. “Did I mention I love you, princess?”
“I love you, too, Ryan,” she whimpers, before a climax wracks her body.
And I follow her soon after. I’ll follow her and love her forever.
EPILOGUE
Jessie
Five years later
Look at me, I’m just a schoolgirl. Walking down the street. Minding my own business.
I stop in front of a bookstore and pretend to peruse the display of thrillers, but really I’m watching the reflection of the shadowy, male figure across the street. He melts into a doorway as if he was never there, but I know he is. I always feel my husband when he’s watching me.
Our son and daughter are home with the babysitter right now and without telling Ryan my plans for the evening, I’ve gone out for a walk. I never have to tell him my plans, he simply always knows. When we first got married, the depth of his obsession with me could often be shocking—the man could trace the lines on my palm with his eyes closed—and to this day, he still has the power to bowl me over with his devotion.
However, one might say his infatuation has even…deepened. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve found his face buried in my laundry, his groans low and frantic while his fist blurs up and down on his erection. I often feel a tingle on the back of my neck at work, only to find him staring at me through the front window, hunger etched into his handsome features. My name has been tattooed on his torso so many times, the inked words have started to overlap. Maybe we’re both a little crazy, because I love it. I wouldn’t change a thing about how he thinks, acts or chooses to love me.
I start walking again, taking a casual left toward the police station where Ryan spends his working hours, now as a lieutenant. I’ll never forget how proud I was of him on the day of his promotion. Or how proud he was of me when I used the shoebox money to open my own hair salon, which is now thriving, thanks to my ne
wfound confidence and willingness to take chances.
When I’m almost to the police station, I feel the presence looming behind me and turn with a gasp, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh,” I say, sheepishly. Ryan stands a handful of feet away on the sidewalk in his uniform, his newly grown beard threaded through with just a hint of gray that makes me more than a hint horny. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there, officer.”
“Lieutenant,” my husband corrects me, his eyes hidden behind reflective sunglasses. But I know for a fact he’s taking in my short plaid skirt, high socks and white blouse. “Are you looking for something, princess? I’ve been following you for a little while.” He smiles, but there’s a hard edge of lust to it. “You seem kind of lost.”
“Yes,” I fold my hands at my lap. “I lost my kitten. I’ve been searching all day.”
“Aw, now that’s too bad.” He nods at the door of the police station. “Why don’t you come inside with me and we’ll make a report.”
I give him a bright smile. “Okay, Lieutenant.”
We’re definitely not supposed to be taking our fun to the police station, but I trust Ryan with my life, my well being. I trust him from earth to the moon, so I follow him inside and we immediately veer into an emergency staircase, instead of going through the busy main floor of the precinct. He gestures for me to precede him down a dark flight of stairs, and though I let him see my apprehension, I do as he asks.
Moments later, I find myself in what looks like an abandoned interrogation room.
Ryan flips the light switch, humming when no light turns on. “Uh-oh,” he says thickly. “We’ll have to have the bulb changed.”
I turn in a circle. “Where do I fill out the report?”
He’s stone still for a moment, his face obscured in the darkness of the room. Then he taps his temple. “I’ll remember all the information right here, princess. Why don’t you tell me what your kitten looks like?”
“Fluffy.” The lieutenant moves behind me and there’s a ticklish clench between my legs. “Um…orange. His name is Marmalade.”
“Isn’t that cute?” His breath fans the side of my neck. “You’re cute, too, princess. Real cute.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I’ve always wanted a kitten of my own.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” His fingertips slowly travel up my right thigh, beneath my skirt, taking rough hold of my pussy and I suck in a breath. “How about we call this one mine?”
“I-I don’t know,” I stutter.
His hold tightens. “Don’t you want me to find Marmalade for you, princess?”
My God, I’m so wet I can barely see straight. Every time I think we’ve had the best sex of our lives, we take this facet of our relationship to another level and I grow even more deeply in lust and love with my husband. Without unconditional trust, we couldn’t be this way with each other, letting our fantasies unfold. But we do. So we can.
“Yes, Lieutenant,” I say fretfully.
“Good girl.” He lets go of my clenching flesh and steps away, falling into the only folding chair in the room. He crooks a finger at me. “Come here and I’ll show you what’s going to help bring your kitten home.”
I approach him slowly, but he snags me around the waist, yanking me forward until I’m straddling him, my feet dangling behind the chair. His thick shaft prods my panties and I squirm against it experimentally, gasping when it twitches and grows.
“Yeah,” he growls, leaning back and stacking his hands behind his head. “Just like that, princess. Ride it like a pony.”
Biting down on my lower lip, I steady myself with his shoulders and grind my mound up and back on his long, hard ridge, whimpering when it makes me tingle low in my belly. “Please find my kitten, Lieutenant?” I pump my hips faster. “Please?”
I continue like this for about a minute when my femininity begins to clench and I cry out, humping the lieutenant so hard, the chair creaks beneath him. His eyes flash in the darkness, his hands finding my butt cheeks beneath my skirt and urging me on. “I could hear that little kitty between your legs purring while you walked through the park, while you danced around with your friends. From across the street. All day, while I watched. It wanted to play, didn’t it?”
“Yes!”
My orgasm plows through my senses and leaves me trembling out of control, my thighs turning to a vise around Ryan’s waist, heat raining out of me and pooling in my panties. And then comes my favorite part. My husband can never withstand the sight of me climaxing without finding his own peak and this time is no exception. His teeth clench, his body tensing. His growled curse hangs in the air as wetness spreads on the fly of his pants, his fingers biting into my backside. “FUCK. Jessie, fuck. Jessie.” He lumbers to his feet and bounces me a few times on his erection, before falling back into the chair and wrapping his arms around me, holding me like he’ll never let me go. “Christ, wife.”
“Christ, husband.” I smile against his damp skin. “Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary.” He leans away, studying my face while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Every year I think, ‘if I love her any more, it’ll kill me.’ But I keep breathing and my heart keeps getting bigger to hold it all. Happy anniversary.”
“I love you so much. But I won’t talk about it killing me or it’ll upset you.”
“God no.” He’s turning pale. “Don’t even say things like that.”
I kiss him long and sweetly. “Let’s go home.”
We kiss for another hour before we manage to make it out the precinct door and home, back to our perfect happily ever after.
THE END
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