I hold myself back, keeping the rhythm gentle, letting her make a slow climb to her second orgasm. I kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her earlobes.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. “My beautiful wife.”
“I’m going to come,” she whispers back.
“Please come,” I beg. For once, it’s not a command. “Please, please come. Come for me.”
I repeat it like a mantra, witnessing the exact moment the orgasm hits her, filing it away in my memory like a treasure.
When she’s caught her breath again, I pull out of her and flip her onto her belly. I suck my middle finger and then trace a line down the crack of her ass with it, stopping when I reach her tight ring.
“Do you want more of this?” I ask, stroking softly there, making her shiver.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “But I’ve never…done it this way.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of. Get on your knees.”
She obeys and I get the lube out of the nightstand. She looks over her shoulder at me and watches as I get my dick ready for her, every inch as slick as possible. Then I lube her ass, my movements precise but gentle, never rushed. Once she’s dripping wet, I slide my finger into her hole halfway, preparing her for what’s to come. At her sharp intake of breath, I stop.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice strained. “More.”
I push my finger the rest of the way in, feeling her clench.
“Shh,” I say soothingly. “Try to relax.”
She takes a deep breath and then releases just enough for me to rotate my finger.
“Ah,” she gasps. “Do that again.”
I let her call the shots, let her stay in control, giving her small tastes of pleasure until I can feel that she’s ready.
I move close behind her and she makes a soft sound of agreement as I nudge against the tight rosette between her perfect ass cheeks. With all the care in the world, I slowly, carefully work my way inside. Never hurrying, taking breaks when she tenses up until I can feel her relaxing again, letting me in deeper. Surrendering herself to me, inch by agonizing inch.
A low moan that I’ve never heard before spills from her as I finally fill her ass completely. Both of us are breathing hard. Black edges my vision, my body on fire with the hot, compressive pleasure of her tightness around my cock. Fuck. I don’t want to hurt her, and I need to make it last, so I make my thrusts as shallow as possible, taking my time as she adjusts.
Sliding my hand around her hips, I find her clit and roll it gently between my fingers as I increase my pace. Soon, she’s thrusting back against me, seeking more. Wanting more.
Wanting it all.
So I give it to her.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes.”
I lose myself in the feel of her, the dance of our bodies, the sound of her moans. When she orgasms, she screams my name, her face buried in the pillow. The hot, tight squeeze of her ass pushes me over the edge before I can slide out, forcing me to spill my seed inside her.
The climax hits me like an earthquake, a tidal wave, a nuclear explosion. I can’t move. I can barely see or breathe. My heart expands, warm and elated, even as something inside me dies.
Because this is the last time.
And all I can do is hold her tight afterward, promising myself not to think about anything besides the feel of her in my arms.
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