by L. C. Dean
“No. Right here. It’s early. Everyone’s still riding or hanging downtown.” He squeezed her ass. “Come on, live a little.”
The sultry laugh he hadn’t heard in too long made him ache. “Fine, as long as you’re the one exposed.” She slid off his lap to kneel between his legs. When his wife looked up at him and slowly unzipped his fly, he almost abandoned his plan for the feel of her beautiful mouth wrapped around his dick.
“I want you, papi.”
He groaned and lifted her to her feet. “I want you, too, but not like that.” He traced the curve of her cheek. His stomach clenched in fear that he would drive her away instead of bringing her home. “I ache for you.” Coaxing her forward, he rested his head against the small mound of her tummy. “It’s been so long. Let me love you.”
Her tender fingers tangled through his curls, and a sound somewhere between sob and sigh escaped her lips. “Si, I’m sorry, amor.”
Standing, he tipped her face up and kissed her until she clung to him like a lost child. “Shhhh, never apologize to me.” He let her go long enough to remove his shirt and jeans and toss them on the table. Then he hooked his thumbs in her shorts and underwear and dragged the cotton fabric down her legs, leaving only her bra to cover her tempting body.
“Jonas! We’ll get caught.”
“Then they can watch my baby cry as she comes so hard it rattles my teeth.” He grabbed his shirt and spread it out on the picnic table. Before she could protest further, he swept her into his arms and set her on top of it. “Wouldn’t want you to get slivers in that sexy ass now, would we?”
“Stop it.” Anger wrinkled her forehead. “I know what I look like. Your lies just remind me how big I am.”
“Ah, sweetheart, you couldn’t be more wrong. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” He trailed the backs of his fingers from the sides of her lace covered bra downward to the swell of her hips. “Forget about what you assume I think, and focus on what I’m going to do to you.” He slipped one hand between her thighs to test her readiness. Moisture soaked her dark curls. Her teeth sank into her lower lip when he slid two fingers inside her wet channel. God, he wanted her so much, but this time was about her, not about his nearly painful desire to fuck his wife. “Show me those milk chocolate nipples.”
Another sign of her self-conscious worries, she didn’t remove her bra, merely lifted her breasts free of the red lacy fabric. They had grown with her weight gain and now hung with pendulous sexiness when she left them unbound. The bra stretched beneath her tits, lifting them, pushing them up and together. Although he wanted her to feel free around him, he’d take what he could get. Adding his thumb to the manipulation of her pussy, he rubbed her clit with slow and steady strokes before he leaned forward to taste her budded nipple. He rolled his tongue around it, savoring the hint of salt on her skin.
She lifted her hips toward his touch with a moan. “I want you inside…please.”
“Not yet. Come this way first.”
Connie shifted, spreading her legs wide. He drove his fingers deeper, all the while stroking her clit with lazy, maddening circles. He used his free hand to dig in his jeans pocket then tossed lube and a condom within easy reach. Her mind spun with what she wanted and what she couldn’t handle. Since she was on the pill, Jonas never used protection unless he wanted anal. It had been months since she’d allowed him near her back door, and the thought of letting him take her that way in broad daylight freaked her out. He claimed to love her ass no matter what, but too many jean sizes had come and gone for her to believe.
“No, please, I want you in my pussy.”
Her husband ignored her and continued to drive her insane with his talented fingers and tongue until her body screamed to be fucked no matter how or where. At last he pressed on her clit and G-spot at the same time he sucked a nipple against his teeth. She came hard, arching and begging, sobbing his name. With languid nibbles, he worked his way from her breast to her neck, paying homage to the sensitive place, which always sent goose bumps and shivers over her, before kissing orgasmic tears from her cheeks. He rose above her, his gaze intense. “You know what I want, Connie. You up for it?”
She started to deny him, but something in his face stopped her. He had been so patient and considerate through her mother’s long illness and the depression following the funeral. How could she deny him anything? Especially since he did it so well. The entire universe seemed to distort when he fucked her anally, creating a chorus of bright colors and intense sensation that hummed in pulsing harmony as her darling man conducted it all.
“Is your silence a no?”
“No. I mean…I’m not saying….” Just the thought of him playing with her rear embarrassed her. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I don’t look like—”
His fingers pressed to her mouth, cutting of her protests. “You are not allowed one more disparaging word. Do you understand?” She nodded. He kissed her gently on the forehead but did not move his hand. “Every day you prance by me with your jeans stretched tight across your sexy ass, and all I can think of is getting my hands on it. And the way you dance on my cock when I’m in your warm pussy or buried in your tight little hole…. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about taking you while you were half asleep so your crazy ideas about your weight would be clouded.”
She glared at him, and he chuckled, dropping another kiss between her brows. “I said I thought about it, not that I would ever do it. Now, tell me no, and I’ll be content with your perfect pussy, but I know you love it in your back door. Have you forgotten how often you used to lift your sweet ass in the air and plead for my dick to squeeze its way inside?”
Never could she forget anything about making love to him. Even the first time he’d persuaded her to try anal, he’d been incredibly gentle, opening her to delights most of her friends would never know. A quiver of remembered passion shimmied over her skin. Taking his wrist, she moved his hand aside. “Whatever you want, papi.”
Jonas nearly lost control. He’d waited so long to hear those words from her again. A quick glance at his watch verified he was right on track. Soon bikers hoping to get a second wind before catching a band at the Throttle or the Boot would begin to fill the campground. He claimed her mouth, teasing her lips open to accept his tongue. She preferred everything slow and easy except kisses.
Mindful of his coming audience, he rolled on a pre-lubed condom and grabbed the small bottle of K-Y he’d bought at a gas station. Connie lay back, open and willing, arms stretched above her head, heels propped on the edge of the table. Her silky tan skin contrasted sharply with the bright lace bra and the slightly paler color of his hands. His knees weakened. How did I survive without her willing body for so long?
“Ready? Here it comes, baby.” At her nod, he drizzled lube at the top of her slit and allowed it to trickle toward her dark pucker. She jerked as the cool fluid hit her overheated skin, but she did not protest, and his heart swelled with pride that she had chosen to spend her life with him. “You’re such a sensation slut, aren’t you? So eager to feel everything the moment you let yourself go.”
Her greedy sounds urged him onward. Using two fingers, he spread the lube around her tight anus, massaging the muscles until they loosened. “Deep breath, baby.” Once she obeyed, he pushed firmly against her ring. Her tiny entrance allowed him reluctant admittance, cinching frantically around his second knuckles. “Relax. You’re too tense.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know. Focus on how good it feels to have my fingers up your ass, stretching your little hole to accept me.”
She lifted off the table, silently giving herself to him.
Jonas continued to work her open, adding a third finger. Finally satisfied she could handle his dick, he removed his hand and wiped the excess lube on his T-shirt before fisting his cock to nudge her opening. Gritting his teeth against the desire to shove home, he pressed inward, his invasion slow and steady. As soon as the crown popped beyond h
er entrance, he stilled, giving them both a moment to adjust. “God, I’d forgotten how this feels.” He pulled out until the widest part of his cockhead breached her ring, held, then slid in farther than before. Her body still resisted his intrusion. He massaged her inner thighs, kneading the flesh to convince her muscles to give way. “Bear down, now. Open your fucking tight ass for me.”
Moisture shimmered on her lashes, but years of loving her had taught him the difference between pain and other strong emotions which often generated tears. She had become inarticulate, a sure sign she enjoyed the moment. Feminine sighs and moans accompanied his movements as he rocked in and out until his balls slapped against her. He shifted her knees wider, withdrew nearly the length of his dick before he glided in again. Leaning over her, he braced a forearm on either side of her shoulders and settled into a measured rhythm, one that would not cause her pain, only trigger intense vibrations. “Okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She was lost in the moment, eyes closed, fingernails digging into his back. But he heard the rumble of motorcycles coming up the dirt path. He kissed her, praying to hold her attention a little longer. Once she realized they were no longer alone, she might freak.
Something broke her concentration, whether it was the sudden quiet as riders shut off their bikes or the fact that he tensed in fear of her reaction. She tore her mouth from his and looked toward the closest tent. People had begun to mill around, inching closer to the spectacle of a man fucking his woman in public. “Let me up.”
Struggling to deal with other men ogling his wife, he denied her for both their sakes. “Why? Are you ashamed to make love to me?”
“Of course not.” She smacked his arm and wiggled to get away, but her movements teased her pussy against his wiry pubic hair and wrung a desperate cry from her throat. “We have an audience, Jonas Andrew.”
“I know. Shall we give them a show?”
“No….” He pumped in and out once, a tiny bit faster than before. “You’re sure?”
“Not fair.” Her chest rose and fell with desperate gasps.
“You know you want to come on my cock. Let them see how hot you are when you lose control.”
Her lashes dropped, but he caught the nearly imperceptible nod.
“A show it is then.” He pulled out and helped her turn to her knees. Her full curves filled his hands when he spread her cheeks and slipped back into her warm chute.
“Damn, he’s in her fucking ass.” A collective groan moved among the spectators, and they closed in. A smattering of women joined the group although the majority of nearby campers that he’d spoken to were single guys.
Jonas slipped an arm around his wife’s waist and lifted her until her back pressed to his chest and her hole swallowed another inch of his cock in a nut-tugging gulp. “Lift your arms around my neck, sweetheart. Let them see how lucky I am.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, but she did as he asked. The new position pushed her tits out and elongated her tan stomach.
Burning need gathered in his balls. He found her pussy with three fingers, grinding the base of his hand into her clit in rough, though unhurried, circles while he continued to leisurely rock in and out of her snug hole. “Does that feel good?”
She nodded, but he needed more, needed to hear she had missed the intimacy in their marriage as much as he had. He captured a nipple between his thumb and the fingers of his free hand and pulled, pinching lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she thrashed in the early stages of mounting ecstasy. He traced the whorl of her ear with the tip of his tongue then whispered, “Tell these nice people where my cock is.”
Shaking her head, she glanced toward the circle. “You’re insane.”
“No, I’m not. Do you want me to do it?”
“Jonas, please.”
The struggle to focus on his words and not the possession of her body warred on her face, but he had to push her, or he feared he’d lose her forever. He kissed the side of her neck, licking her shiver spot. “Your beautiful ass is so tight, baby.” He’d barely raised his voice, but the engrossed crowd heard and stepped closer.
A man and woman came to the edge of the table, passion hot on their faces. The woman reached for Connie’s breast, stopping only at Jonas’s glare. “May I taste?”
His wife shook her head in denial. “I don’t think— I can’t—” Connie looked up, unfathomable emotions in her expressive eyes. “Papi?”
He shook his head in denial. Allowing others to see her naked was all he could handle. Letting someone else close to her was beyond him. “I can’t. No one touches you but me.”
“Si, always.” Relief flashed over her face, and the strangers eased back. She looked up at him again with a sigh. “Touch me. Remind me.”
Burying his fingers in her hair, he tugged her head back until he could capture her mouth in a searing kiss as he sought to unite them in a way she would never forget. He broke the kiss and found her gaze as he fucked her, driving home the need that never left him.
Her eyelashes dropped to hide her eyes, and her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth as his wife gave herself to the moment. She writhed and bucked, pushing her breasts forward and thrusting her hips back with breathless squeals and wordless pleas.
I have strangers watching while Jonas rides my ass. Dios! The unimaginable situation propelled her to a different plane. Her husband’s tender strokes in and out of her back door, his hand invading her pussy in a sensual assault, the murmurs of men as they watched, it was all too much. She felt violated, and exposed, and….
“Fuck! I love you, Connie. Let go for me. Squeeze my fucking cock until I come in your hot body.”
…oddly cherished. “Deeper, papi. Harder!”
With a groan her husband obliged, dragging out and then slamming in farther than ever before. Pain like she had never known lanced through her, and she screamed, shuddering as she rode out the blinding wave.
He stilled instantly. “I’m sorry.” His voice sounded desperate, and he rained kisses over her cheek. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“Si, Jonas, mi amor. But not quite so much. You’re too big to be rough back there.”
“Lucky bastard—shit, look at that fine ass take it—I’d sell my left nut for one taste.”
She had nearly forgotten their audience, but the calls from the other men made her feel sexy as hell, as if she might actually be beautiful as her husband claimed.
“Ready?” With her murmured agreement, he began to fuck her, a little faster, a bit deeper…perfect.
The glide and pull of his shaft buried so far inside her destroyed all restraint, and she tightened her hold around his neck, arching toward his fingers and dropping back to relish the thickness invading her with relentless thrusts. Tension rose, tightening her muscles, and she quivered and pleaded with frantic gasps.
“Head back in the game, sweetheart?”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m close. So….”
Jonas continued to rub her clit in teasing circles while the strangers watched. “Hurry, I can’t take much more, baby. I’m going to explode.”
That did it. Just knowing his rod would swell further, stretching her wider in the heat of his passion, shot her skyward. Her anus clenched and released, spasms of pleasure nearly blinding her. Every cell in her body came alive, screaming and burning with intense relief, and she exploded with a satisfied cry. “Oh! So good…so….”
As she drifted back to earth, Jonas shifted her forward. His broad chest pressed her shoulders down. One hand braced beside her shoulder, he kept her hips high. His strong arm encircled her waist as he thrust into her twice more before his cock thickened, filling her as he came with a guttural groan.
Even in the clutch of his own passion, her considerate lover did not demand more than she could handle. A whispered sigh left her content within the shelter of her husband’s loving embrace.
***
Jonas swept her into his arms and motioned for someone to unzip the tent. Away from thei
r audience, he laid Connie’s trembling form on the air mattress and tossed the used condom into a small trash bag tied to a loop. From her cosmetic case he unearthed the packet of moist face clothes she used when they traveled and washed them both clean before snuggling down beside her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She shifted from his shoulder, and he rolled so they were facing one another. “That was intense. Were you trying to prove something?”
She knew him too well. “Maybe. Do you see now that I’m not lying when I say you’re beautiful?”
“I’m still too fat.”
He groaned. Had she learned nothing? “Look at me, sweetie. If you were extremely thin or seriously overweight, I’d worry about your health, but I will never stop wanting you no matter what you look like.”
Her fingers caressed his cheek and sadness flitted in her eyes. “I’m honestly sorry for pushing you away.”
“I know, but while I have your attention, I need you to understand a few things.” He brushed her hair off her forehead and dropped a kiss there. “Your body is simply an incredible bonus. What I really need is the woman who nurtures and guides our children with endless patience, or the crazy lady who hauls my butt out of bed early on Sunday morning to show me how nicely God painted the sky and then drags my lazy ass to church to thank Him.” He swallowed against the emotion tightening his throat. “I miss your smile and your spontaneous laughter. Mostly, I just miss my wife.”
“If you’re sure you want me….”
“Do you need another public display of my adoration?”
“Well, it had its moments, but….” Her fingers closed around his half-revived erection and stroked until it filled her hand. “I’d prefer you did your adoring in private from now on.”
He shifted her thigh up over his hip and drove inside her warm, wet pussy with two thrusts. “Like this?”
“Si.” She welcomed him with a feminine sigh. “Like that.”
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