by Cherie Denis
He was taller than the average male standing six-foot five in his bare feet. She even liked the fact he was so much taller than she. His big, lean, muscular body made her feel feminine and dainty.
The man didn't have an ounce of fat on him. His body was firm as a runner, with a broad chest tapering to a slim, taut waist. Blond and clean shaven he was a golden god. Her man. Her prince. Her lover. Her friend. Her husband. He was hers and hers alone.
He was perfect in every way, but it was his cock she found most fascinating. She'd had sex with a few men before she met Mike and none of them would ever measure up to her husband. Not in length, fullness or beauty. His cock was spectacular.
The man was built for fucking and she fucked him as often as she could.
Lainie stroked his shaft measuring its length and breadth. One night in a playful mood they had taken a tape measure and found Mike was an astonishing nine inches long and five inches in circumference.
He was massive and she loved the feel of every inch of him inside her.
Mike groaned and bucked his hips. He’d told her he was too tired to make love, but his body was telling her a different story.
Lainie knew his body as well as she knew her own. He was close to the edge. She buried her face against his arm, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
It was too soon. She wanted to wait. Waiting made the pleasure of his coming so much more exciting. She inhaled the scent of his arousal before letting go of his cock.
He protested when she put her hands on his waist. "What now?"
She grinned. "Torturing you, baby, is half the fun."
"Oh, great. Pleasure and pain." He looked down at his swollen cock. "How much more do you think I can take?"
"A whole lot more than I've given you so far." She put her hand over his heart and waited for the pounding to slow to a steady beat. In a few minutes she would begin torturing him once more.
It was his fault he had such an interesting body. Over the two years they had been married and the three years of pre-marital bliss, Lainie had gotten to know every inch of his body. She could almost tell when he lost a chest hair. He was so much a part of her, and yet she couldn't get enough of touching, tasting and loving every inch of him.
If only she could explain how much she longed for a penis of her own. She wanted to experience the pulsing, throbbing, swelling tightness in her own groin.
It was hell wanting something she would never have.
Lainie mentally shrugged her shoulders and began touching Mike’s cock with soft, delicate strokes.
Mike’s breathing picked up with each stroke of her fingers.
A drop of pre-come formed on his cock and Lainie slicked the moisture over his knob. Silky smooth, hot and wet. Oh, yeah, he was ready.
“Comb your hair, Mike. I’ll sit here with you and watch.” She felt positively wicked as she stepped away from him. She should have finished what she started, but it was good for him to suffer a little. Not that she’d make him wait long. Standing on her tiptoes, Lainie planted a soft kiss on his jaw.
“Yum…you smell delicious,” she whispered.
* * * *
Mike’s hands were shaking so hard he wasn't so sure he could hold a comb. Time was flying and he still had to get dressed. "Lainie, shouldn't you be getting ready to go?"
He'd been trying to get his brain organized. There were projects at work he should be focused on, instead he was thinking with his cock.
Lainie had been quiet long enough for him to think she might have left the room. He was afraid to lift his head and look in the mirror. Sure enough, a moment later two small hands crept around his body and grasped his cock. Then two hard nipples pressed against his back.
He knew better than to let his guard down when she was in the room.
Her hands moved up and down his shaft smoothly. The little devil had put KY on her hands to make it easier to milk him.
“Whoa, honey. We don't have time for this." Mike slipped out of her grasp and carefully cupped her slender shoulders in his hands. She was so small and delicate, he always was careful not to injure or bruise her.
Delicate she might be on the outside, but inside she was a little toughie. Being raised with a couple of rough and tumble brothers had taught her to stand up for herself, even if it meant fighting dirty. He'd seen her in action a time or two with her brothers and knew she would always come out a winner.
Lainie pretty lips formed a cute pout and made a grab for his cock.
“No way. You better get your pretty little ass in gear. We can pick this up after dinner. I promise." He turned her toward the door and patted her on her sweet, high butt. “Now, go get dressed.”
She protested but left him putting an extra swing into her walk.
Mike was combing his hair when moments later she was back.
Holy shit!
Dressed in a pair of thigh-high black nylons, the diamond pendant necklace he’d given her for their wedding and a pair of ultra high, terribly sexy purple stiletto heels, she was a vision of sexual delight. There wasn't one woman in a Victoria's Secret catalogue who could hold a candle to Lainie.
Mike grinned. “So, I see you’re ready for work.”
Lainie nodded and returned his smile. “Almost…I have a couple of things I have to do first."
Before Mike could protest, she jumped up on the bathroom counter and parked her round bottom between the twin sinks and leaned back against the mirror.
His cock pulsed to full erection.
“For crissake, what in the hell are you up to now, Lainie?” Mike couldn’t keep the wonder out of his voice. His little sex-pot wife never ceased to amaze him with her antics. She was a wild one.
“Bout one hundred five,” she replied with a Cheshire grin.
Mouth agape, he stared. Lainie clasped her hands around her ankles, lifted her legs to the counter and spread her thighs with aching slowness, giving him a full-on view of her pink, petal-shaped labia.
Mike began to feel a little light-headed when all the blood in his upper body headed south at the speed of sound. God. His cock was going to explode. “Lainie?”
“Um hum…” Lainie’s hands left her ankles and slowly made their way up the outside of her legs and the rustle of skin on nylon filled the quiet room.
Mike forgot the ache of overuse clawing at his groin.
She was screwing with him. She knew how much he liked the sound of flesh on nylon.
Achingly hard, hunger and lust for her grew until he had to have her or die.
Damn.
The little devil knew his weakness and was yet again using it to her advantage.
Lainie’s hands stroked up her calves and the faint sound sent his heart into erratic overdrive. His cock pulsed and filled with blood. His brain was empty of everything except Lainie.
Hands on her knees, she spread her thighs a few more inches and her delicate labia fluttered and opened to show him how pink and wet she was inside.
Mike watched, breathless with desire, as his delicious wife continued to expose herself to his searching gaze.
Next her legs dropped all the way open in wanton display.
Mike’s mouth watered.
There was no way he was leaving now. Screw work. He was going to shoot his load and his gorgeous, tempting wife knew it.
"You are one wicked lady," he managed to blurt out.
Lainie's dark eyes took on a sensuous glitter. "I am, aren't I?'
Mike remained motionless. He wasn't going anywhere fast.
Lainie licked her lower lip and said softly, “If I touch you, Mike, will you be smooth as silk? Will you be hard as steel?” She lowered her voice, “Will you feel like velvet when you slide into my cunt?”
Mike gulped and swallowed noisily. “I guess?”
“Oh, good.” Lainie clapped her hands in glee. “Oh, darling…one more thing…”
He raised his eyes from her cunt to stare into her black-velvet eyes.
“Will you shove y
our cock so high and hard in me you make me scream?”
He grinned and nodded. His cock bobbed in agreement.
Eyes locked with Mike’s, Lainie ran her hands slowly up her thighs to barely skim her cunt and his eyes followed her hands.
Lainie took her time opening her body to him. First she ran her fingers around her heart trimmed pubic hair. Once in a while as a special treat, she let Mike help her neaten her heart.
Tracing the heart to the point where it ended at the upper edge of her slit. She ran her finger up and down her wetness, spreading pearls of moisture over her finger until it slipped easily into her channel. Her second hand followed and moments later she spread her labia to expose her clitoris.
Mike gasped when her swollen pearl popped into view. “God, Lainie,” his voice full of reverence.
Lainie continued to flick a finger over her clit. As hard and full as a tiny penis, it bobbed back and forth in slow motion and Mike leaned closer to get a better view. He grabbed the edge of the counter on each side of her and followed her every move.
He couldn’t wait to taste her honey.
Lainie slipped a finger into her slippery aperture and Mike swallowed wrong. She continued to please herself while Mike coughed and tried not to act like a dog after a bitch in heat. It wasn’t easy when she mimicked sex with a finger in her swollen cunt. When she slid a second finger in to join the first, Mike groaned.
Her fingers made a delicate pop when she pulled them out of her cunt and held them up to him. “Taste me,” she ordered.
Mike leaned forward and greedily sucked her dripping fingers into his mouth.
“You like it don‘t you, baby?” Lainie purred and pulled her fingers from his mouth. When they made a popping noise like her cunt had done, she giggled.
Mike stepped closer, put his hand on her mound and cupped her. He moved his palm in a gentle circle and her silken, dark pubic curls made a soft sound and the scent of aroused woman filled the air. He teased her feminine lips with a gentle touch and smiled when she shuddered and moved her hips, lifting and arching to get closer. Sensing her need, Mike took his time tormenting her swollen clit and slick vaginal lips.
“Lainie, darling?” Mike’s voice throbbed with undeniable lust.
“Mmmm?”
“Sweetheart, you’re so damn wet, you’re getting honey all over the counter.”
Lainie gave him a naughty grin. “Yeah, I know. I can feel it running down my ass.”
“Guess you’re ready, huh?”
“Oh, yeah!” Lainie nodded and put her hands up under her breasts pressing them into a pillowing mound of flesh. Her nipples were ripe and suffused a dark coral with excitement. They poked through her fingers begging to be licked. Rolling the tight buds between thumbs and forefingers, she urged, “Fuck me, Mike…fuck me.”
Cupping his scrotum, Mike lifted his balls and cock, pulling his swollen appendage tight against his body and looked down. “Do you think it will all fit?”
Lainie stared at his erection and nodded. “It always does, darling.” She grinned. “I’m guessing you aren’t tired anymore.”
“No fuckin’ way,” he growled, stepping between her sprawled thighs and pulling her to the edge of the counter. She arched making her willingness perfectly clear.
“Mike,” she crooned in a low, lust-filled voice as he leaned forward to taste her. He slid his tongue along her labia and placed his pinky finger against the rim of her anus tickling her with gentle insistence, and Lainie bucked and growled at his touch.
He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit and she jumped and writhed, pressing her body against his face. Mike wrapped his hands around her slim ankles and held her legs open.
She tasted of him, sex and hot, musky woman. God, damn. She was one hot, wild, sumptuous delight. Reveling in her taste and scent, Mike continued lapping at her delicacies while Lainie writhed and begged for release.
She was moving so fast and hard, he had to put his hands on her hips to hold her still. The last thing he wanted to do was lose his place. Mike tongued her, letting his tongue flick at her clit every once in awhile until he could tell from the tightness of her internal muscles she was close to coming. Now! He sucked her pulsing clit into his mouth and tugged at it, sucking and licking like he was enjoying the best chocolate ice cream cone in the world.
Her body convulsed and her cunt tightened. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami. She screamed and begged for more as Mike continued to suckle her clit. Her hips slowed and her cunt loosened letting his tongue free. He stood and licked his lips. “As juicy and delicious as always, darling. Have you had enough yet, Lainie?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he leaned forward and sucked one tight nipple into his mouth. Suckling hard he moved a finger in and out of her wet channel.
“No, don’t stop.” Lainie whimpered, tossing her head against the mirror. “More, baby, more!” Her voice rose as her excitement grew. “Fuck me…fuck me…”
“Hmmm,” he teased and nuzzled her other breast, sucking her second nipple into his rapacious mouth, all the while finger fucking her. Now with two fingers. Now with three. She squealed and whimpered, still begging for more.
Following her whimpered orders Mike twisted his fingers in search of her G spot. Lainie screamed making it clear he’d been successful. She arched her back in a tight bow and he pressed his thumb over her swollen clit rubbing hard and Lainie came apart.
God, she was a fucking sex-machine.
Mike’s swollen cock and balls ached for release. He couldn’t wait any longer; grasping her slender ankles in his large hands, he wrapped her legs around his hips and let his cock find its own way into her heat and moisture. Lainie’s shoes fell to the floor with a thump and Mike kicked them to the side so he wouldn’t stumble over them.
She moaned, tossing her head wildly from side to side as Mike slid his shaft deep into her pulsing cunt.
“Mike…Mike…fuck me…fuck me,” she whimpered and moaned.
Mike pulled back until just the tip of his cock was spreading her swollen folds. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He let out a loud groan, sliding into her heat a mere half-inch. Wanting to hurry, wanting to make it last, Mike could barely control himself.
“Yessss,” she hissed, running her thumbs over her nipples. “Oh, darling, everything you do feels so damn good.” She tossed her head and groaned. “More. More. Come on baby, slam it in.”
“Bossy bitch,” Mike growled and shoved in another inch.
Lainie crooned. “Come on baby. Give it all to me. Shove it all the way in. Ah, baby. More. Harder. Come on, Mike.” She used her fists to pound on his butt. She'd done this many times. It meant she wanted him to slam into her as hard as he could.
Her demands were driving his body wild. Mike pushed his cock another half inch into her heat and he let out a loud groan. She was so tight, so wet, so damned, fucking hot. He was going to come.
“Ready?” he growled, slamming all the way home.
Lainie moaned.
He eased his cock out of her channel. “Hold tight, darlin’,” he said. Slipping his hands under her butt, he lifted her off the counter and tilted her pelvis for better access. Using his thumbs he spread her labia and pushed his aching cock into her in a slow tormenting slide.
His pubic mound bumped against hers and Lainie screamed with excitement. “Ahhhhh, Godddd….Fuck me. Fuck me, Mike. Harder…harder…higher…”
Now, firmly ensconced in her heat, Mike slid his thumbs down her cleft to torment her anus. He leaned forward and nuzzled her breasts, nipping and suckling her nipples until Lainie bucked and came with a resounding shout.
Three climaxes. She should just about be ready for the big one.
Mike wished he could keep her clutched around his cock forever. But, the power was building in his testes. He was close…too damn close. There was no way he was going to last much longer.
He nipped and suckled her nipples sliding his cock in and out harder…higher…fa
ster.
Lainie moans became a keening cry that grew to a low scream as another climax built. Her vaginal walls constricted around Mike and he exploded with so much force he could feel the tip of his cock touch her womb. Hot seed spewed forcefully into her then ran down her cleft, wetting Mike’s thumb. His lubricated thumb continued to torment her puckered anus until with a delicate pop it slipped in, lodging up to the first knuckle. Lainie went wild, wrenching and tossing about with such abandon Mike feared he wouldn’t be able to hold onto her slick body.
“Oh, my, goddddd…” Lainie whimpered over and over again, thrashing her head against the mirror.
Mike groaned, pumping and squeezing out every last drop of semen until he was empty and hollow. “Holy, shit, that’s it. I’m dead.” And, as proof, his head dropped to her breast with a thump.
It seemed like only a moment later Lainie shoved against his shoulder. "It's time to get dressed."
Hells bells. “Do I have to?” Mike groaned. He’d rather go back to bed for a week than go to work.
“Yes,” she shoved again and tried to wiggle free of his heavy body.
Mike’s dripping phallus slid out of her and flopped wetly against his thigh. He straightened, put his broad hands to the small of his back and stretched, groaning as muscles unused to such unusual positions complained loudly. Clasping his hands under Lainie’s armpits he lifted her down from the counter and made sure her feet were firmly underneath her.
Before he could let her go though, Mike bent and gave her a loving kiss. “Thank you, Lainie, sweetheart. That was spectacular, but that’s it! I’m not doing it again today. Go get ready for work.
“This time I mean it, I’m fuckin’ dead. My cock is so tired I won’t be able to fuck again for days.”
Lainie grinned and nodded. “I don’t believe you for one minute, Mike. You know you’ll be ready again tonight for a good fucking.” She turned on the faucet and when the hot water arrived she dampened a washcloth and cleansed her cleft, thighs and bottom. “God, Mike, you’re amazing,” she said handing Mike the washcloth. She gave him a sweet kiss and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, before turning and leaving the bathroom.
