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“Fuck yes,” I breathe. At the same time, I tighten my grip around his shaft and start to stroke him, slowly back and forth, savoring the velvet slide of his skin between my fingers, and the hard steel of his shaft beneath. I lean back against the window, and gasp when Luke presses one hand flat against my belly, only to slide it down, over my stomach, to press against the mound above my pussy.
“Let’s see how wet my wife is for her husband.” Luke slides his hand between my thighs, and with deft fingers, he parts my pussy lips.
They make a slick sound, and he smiles, one fingertip sliding between my lips to stroke along my slit. I gasp, feeling his thick finger press between my lips, especially when he starts to slide the tip of his finger back and forth, collecting moisture.
“You are a hungry girl.” Luke locks eyes with me and brings his fingertip up to his own mouth. He slips it into his mouth and licks my juices from his fingertip, in a move that makes me shiver with lust. His eyes grow hotter, dark with want, as he arches his body against mine. His cock presses against my belly, and I can feel a drop of precum gathered there smear across my bare skin. “Spread your legs for me, wife.”
I spread my legs wide and let a moan escape as Luke starts to stroke my slit, back and forth. His finger toys around the edge of my pussy, before, with one last grin at me, he presses his finger into me. I gasp, my eyes widening, as he presses his finger deeper. He feels so fucking good. So thick inside me. “Oh, right there,” I gasp, when his fingertip glides across my sensitive G-spot.
His smile widens. “So nice and wet for me. Wet, and tight, and…” He strokes that spot again, and another little desperate moan escapes me. “Hungry.”
“Yes,” I pant, hardly aware of my mouth moving. “Yes, I’m hungry for you. Hungry for my husband’s cock.” I reach out for him again, but he doesn’t give me time to stroke him this time. He catches my hands in his, both wrists in his one free hand, and slowly lifts them up over my head, before his lips find mine again, searing hot.
His tongue invades my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. He pins me against the cool glass window, and I know that outside there must be people on the lawns, in the pool, on the beach. I wonder if they can see me up here, my naked ass pressed against this window. I realize I don’t even care. All I want is for Luke to make me moan again.
But he draws his finger out of me, and my lips part as I gasp in protest.
“Do you want more, wife?” His eyes lock onto mine, white hot.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” I can’t look away from him.
“Are you sure?” He’s smiling. Taunting me.
“Please. Please fuck me.” I don’t care that I’m begging. I want him. I’m done waiting.
His smile widens. “Anything for my wife.” He reaches down to grasp the base of his cock and guides himself to my entrance. The tip of his shaft presses between my lips, against my entrance. He hesitates there, head tilted, as if thinking about something. “Do you want me to use a condom?” he asks, watching me.
My heart skips. I’m on birth control, and besides, in this fantasy, we’re married. “You’re my husband,” I say. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
“Good,” he whispers. Then he arches his hips, and I cry out as his cock drives into my pussy, stretching my walls around him. “Because I want to fuck my wife raw.”
Fuck. He’s even bigger than he felt in my hands. But oh, god, he feels good, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into me. He pulls my body against his, his muscles searing hot, and he reaches down to lift up my thigh.
I raise my leg, wrapping it around his waist, and he drops my hands to catch my other thigh too. Then he lifts me up beneath him, and I wrap both legs around his waist, until he’s holding me in midair, naked, pinned with my shoulders against the window.
The motion makes his cock drive deeper into me, until he’s buried fully inside me, in one sharp motion that makes my head fall back as I moan with pleasure. “Fuck yes, husband, right there.”
“You like feeling that?” he whispers into the crook of my neck. He draws back a little, then thrusts into me again, and I savor every inch of him, the way his cock strains my walls, makes me feel so fucking full. “You like my cock inside you, kitten? Who knew you were so damn dirty?” He grins at me, and I grin back, knowing my gaze is as hot and hungry as his.
“You did, when you married me,” I whisper, and he laughs, kissing me one more time, slow and hot, before he starts to fuck me in earnest.
He pulls out of me and drives back in with enough force to make me gasp every time. I wrap both arms around his shoulders for balance, my nails digging into his back as I cling to him. He moves faster, drives into me harder, arching upward so that his cock drags along my inner walls with every stroke, driving me wild. When he runs his tip along my G-spot, it’s all I can do not to come on the spot. I find myself panting, begging him for more, and he just smiles the whole time, watching me, encouraging me.
“That’s it, kitten, moan for me. Louder.”
I remember what he told me about being competitive, and I’m surprised to realize how hot the idea makes me. The idea that other people will hear us, know exactly what we’re doing in here. I want them to hear, I realize. I want them to know that I’m Luke’s and he’s mine, at least for this weekend, damn it.
“Fuck yes, right there, fuck,” I cry out, my voice going louder, sharper.
“Are you going to come for me, kitten?” he asks, his voice louder too.
“Let me come for you, husband, please,” I pant.
He finds a steady rhythm, pounding into me again and again, angled so his cock drags right along my G-spot every time. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build so high I can hardly contain it, but then— “Not until I tell you to, kitten,” he orders, and I can’t help it. A faint cry of frustration escapes me.
He chuckles. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please.” My voice is hot and low near his ear. “Please, husband, I want to come for you. Let me come on your thick cock.”
“Louder.” He teases me again and again, taking me right up to the brink and making me beg at the top of my lungs before, with a smile that could break my heart, he relents. “Good girl, Celia. Come for me now.”
It’s all I can do not to burst. I scream with pleasure and relief all mixed together, as I finally let the orgasm sweep through me. My whole body shakes from the force of it, but Luke just keeps going, fucking me against the window, my bare ass gripped tight in his hands. Before long, I’m near the edge again. This time, he holds me up with one hand and reaches around with the other to slide down and press his thumb against my clit.
It’s too much. I can’t even ask him for permission this time. I scream as the orgasm sweeps through my body, making sparks appear at the edges of my vision. My toes curl, and my legs shake around his waist. My pussy convulses around his shaft. I’m barely able to cling to him, but I manage to, and then I lean in to kiss his neck, the side of his jaw. I hold on tight as he starts to fuck me harder, faster, clearly nearing the edge himself.
“Come for me, husband,” I tell him, purposefully tightening the muscles in my pussy to clench hard around him. “Come for your wife.”
“Celia.” He calls out my name as he finishes, coming deep inside me. I can feel his hot juices spill into me, mixing with my own, and I cry out in pleasure, feeling how close he is to me, how tightly pressed together we are. When he finally steps back and releases my legs, just enough to pull his cock out of me, and let me stand back upright, I stagger a step, and he has to catch me, laughing, around the waist.
I can feel his juices spilling out of me, trickling down my inner thighs. God it’s fucking hot. I tilt my head back to look at him, my eyes half-hooded with lust, and he leans in to claim my mouth in another slow, searing kiss.
“You are the perfect wife,” he whispers when we break apart.
My heart skips a beat. I never knew how much I wanted to hear him say those words. But even now, still trembling
from the feeling of his cock inside me, I can’t help but wonder how long this can possibly last.
