by Nikki Sex
“That’s right,” I say, roughly. My breath whispers over her ear. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me,” she immediately gasps.
I continue playing with her clit, but I also find a stiff nipple and pull on it. “Good,” I growl. “How shall I fuck you?” I say teasingly. “Soft and sweet and slow?”
“No! Hard and fast!”
I laugh because that’s exactly what I want, too. I begin to move. Our coupling is wild, raw and furious. Our flesh connects, making loud slapping sounds as I fuck her. Within a few strokes Em climaxes violently in a screaming wail of pleasure, bathing me with her slickness.
“That’s right,” I pant huskily while banging away, slamming myself into her, as deep and as far into her as I can be. “Yes, yes, come for me, you horny bitch. Squeeze my dick with that greedy, tight little cunt. That’s what I want.”
I let go of all self-control and urgently hammer myself into her.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I pound her into the bed while she writhes and whimpers and sighs with pleasure. I grip her hips and drag her to her knees, as I stand up and fuck her even harder.
I’m pretty sure that’s she’s going to be sore later. I’m not the Dom in these scenes, I’m the lust-filled animal, the violator. I’m supposed to be taking her against her will and utterly disregarding what she wants.
Consequently, I’m not paying attention. I’m taken by surprise when she stiffens, shrieks my name and climaxes again.
A strange wordless roar screams in my head. It’s a primal sound, yet I instinctively understand the meaning: ‘Take her! Fill her! Fuck her!’
That tight feminine channel of hers grips me, clamping down on my dick. It’s an extreme and unique sensation, those wildly pulsing waves from her euphoric release. Em’s cunt tightens and loosens, tightens and loosens, again and again and again.
My head flies back and my hips slam forward.
Shockwaves of intense pleasure rush into my testicles, thighs and shaft, along with a pounding pulse of blood. I jet my cum again and again, until I’ve emptied every drop of myself inside of her.
Exhausted, I collapse on top of my wife, both of us breathing like racehorses at the end of a close run race.
All thought disappears as my mind switches off completely. Dazed and lightheaded, I drift for a long, long moment. I’m pretty sure all of the blood in my brain went straight to my cock.
When my breathing and heart beat finally slow, I pull away.
I untie my wonderful wife, strip off my clothes, get a cloth and clean us both up. Then I climb into bed and drag the covers over us, delighting in the healthy afterglow of an incredible orgasm.
When we recover, we laugh over our antics, telling each other memorable parts of our adventure. I show her what she did to my ear. It’s still red and throbbing.
“Sweetheart, do you need to call your Mom?” I finally ask.
Em giggles. “No. Mom actually told me to come over whenever it’s convenient. She said tomorrow will be fine.”
“You little rat,” I say, not at all annoyed because that’s what I thought. When I initially saw that mischievous look in her eyes, I knew that I’d been played. “We argued over that?” I say.
“You called mom a human sponge.”
“But you manipulated me. You weren’t even angry in the first place.”
“True,” she smirks. “Except for the sponge comment. That was mean. I love my mom. But it’s fun to be so passionate and dramatic, isn’t it? The energy we generate is explosive.” She snickers. “I love how our arguments end.”
“I’ve always liked your mom and you know it. And as for intentionally starting a fight?” My no-nonsense gaze meets hers and my voice lowers threateningly. “Well, that’ll earn you some discipline.”
Emily screeches when I tickle her as punishment, but I give in easily. I don’t torment her for long.
Sometimes Em and I laugh together about nothing at all. We crack up laughing so hard, that we both helplessly roll around our bed or on the floor. That’s when my guts and ribs hurt, I can hardly breathe, and I’m sure that one, or both of us will honestly die laughing.
Every single day, my wonderful wife makes me feel grateful be alive.
After fantastic sex like we just had, unless it’s late and we need to sleep, we always cuddle and chat. I feel so lucky with Em in my arms.
“You should go back to school, Em. Don’t you want to finish your degree?” I’m thinking about her happiness, her sense of fulfillment and her future.
“Why?”
“Because you want to, don’t you?”
She props herself up on an elbow. The woman could be a Dominatrix I decide, based on the penetrating look she gives me. I smile then, remembering that she has dominated me and how much I loved it.
“I appreciate that, Bo Bo,” she says. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. You care about me and really want me to be happy. But you know what? I think it’s you that wants to go back to school.”
I realize that she’s right. I am ready to go back to school. She reads my thoughts from my expression and slaps me in the chest. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You are a very perceptive and clever woman,” I say.
“What do you think you’d want to study?” she asks, but I can see that my compliment pleases her.
For an instant I remember Reggie, traumatized by assholes. The kid didn’t deserve that. “You know what? I think I’d like to be a police detective.”
This wasn’t what she’d expected, but she seems happy enough with the idea. I tell her that I’ve been chatting with Lorenzo, a police officer who regularly visits the Basement. Solving puzzles interests me. Protecting and helping people does, too.
“Hey, you know what else?” I say. “I think we should move away from Lincoln City. Not too far away. Maybe we can live in Lake Oswego, near John and Kelly Flynn.”
“Really? Why?”
“For a start, I won’t have any ex-girlfriends or any ex-one-night-stands living over there.”
Emily gives me a disbelieving snort. “Yeah, right.”
The occasional ex of mine still turns up at the store from time to time, or in the street, or wherever we are. But that isn’t the main reason that I want to move.
“We need to get away from living in our parents’ pockets,” I tell her. “Better for us, better for them.”
Em frowns, but I can see that the idea intrigues her. “Okay. We can look into it.”
My sweet rabbit shifts the pillows around and ends up sitting with her back to the bedboard. My eyes travel to her breasts… and stay there. All thought disappears. Shit. I’m caught. Her soft, inviting rack fascinates me.
I prop myself up on an elbow in order to see her better.
What is it about breasts? They’re mesmerizing. They’re soft, pillowy, squishy, delicious fun. They’re also incredibly responsive and sensitive. Speaking as a man, I’ve got to say that I can never spend too much time adoring my wife’s breasts.
Em’s watching me. When I finally manage to drag my eyes away from her gorgeous tits, I look up into her face. I can’t help but be amused by her expression.
“Go ahead, touch them,” she smirks. “You can do what you want. You know that I’m your slave.”
This is her cheeky, mischievous mood. She’s teasing her Master. She’s not being a disobedient or a bad slave. That’s just not her. This is her playful side and I adore her for it.
I stare into Em’s light blue eyes and have a sudden epiphany.
I’m so madly, passionately and utterly devoted to my wife. Despite all appearances to the contrary, I’m actually her slave. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for Emily. I’m a slave to her love. I’m a slave to her every desire, carnal and otherwise. I’m a slave to her happiness.
I lie on my back and pull her astride me so that her big, beautiful breasts stand proudly, right before my eyes.
“My gorgeous l
ittle rabbit,” I say, in a voice that is low and husky with passion. “I may dominate you in the bedroom, Em, but you dominate my thoughts, my hopes and my dreams. I love you, Emily Jarman and I’m going to fall in love with you again and again, each and every day of our lives.”
The End
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