Page 192 of First in Line

When I’ve had enough of watching my cock ramming in and out of her, shiny with her orgasm, I look up to drown in her hazel eyes. My Evie. My wife, again. My princess. My sneaky little woman who’s been keeping a big secret from me.

My chest tightens at the reminder. Joy mixed with some concern I haven’t been able to shake since I figured it out. But I’ve been particularly attentive, and I haven’t noticed anything worth addressing. Worth letting her know that I know.

Hopefully, she’ll tell me soon. We’re not supposed to have secrets from one another.

“Do you know how much I love you?” I groan, never breaking the momentum.

“Yes! I love you just as hard.” Her hand slithers between us, and I can feel her fingertips as she circles her clit frantically.

Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. And so perfect. And somine.

I wish we were in a bed and had all the time in the world for this. We will, but not until much later. Today was the last race of the season, and I won Altron another championship title. Sneaking away from everyone to have a few minutes alone with my wife demanded a lot of sleuthing as it was, and I doubt I’ll get to do it again for several hours.

When Evie’s moans increase in intensity, I lean into her to cover her lips with mine. My pace gradually becomes more intense, too, until I can feel the first signs of her orgasm fluttering around me.

“That’s it, princess,” I moan against her lips. “Make me feel your tight little cunt throb around my cock. Show me how much you want my cum, how you’ll milk it all out of me.”

“Jax, I—Oh, God!”

I smash my mouth to hers again as she cries from the pleasure of her climax, to muffle it. The strangled screams vibrate against my tongue, almost distracting me from the rapid pace of my hips into hers. The way her walls clamp down around me is all I need to let go along with her. Cum shoots out of my tip with force, and it’s my turn to use her mouth to contain the sounds that roll out of my throat. A shiver blooms from the base of my spine, all the way to each spurt of pleasure that erupts out of me, coating her slick, pulsing walls.

We fly up to the heavens together, tightly holding on to one another, and then the bliss gradually recedes. We come down from it slowly, panting, slouched onto one another, both spentand satisfied. During stolen moments like this, the pleasure is always as intense as the sex, but also as short-lived.

Which is good because it allows us to regain our composure faster.

“Fuck, Evie… After fourteen combined years of marriage, aren’t we supposed to start getting bored with each other?”

Her small giggle has her walls fluttering around my softening length. “We were apart for seven of those years, so they don’t count. Realistically, it’s only been seven years.”

“Still. Sex feels as fucking fantastic now as it did during our honeymoon.”

“Which one?”

“The one we actually had. A week off to fuck nonstop in Indianapolis wasn’t a proper honeymoon.”

“Right… But doing exactly that in French Polynesia was acceptable.”

I chuckle. “Wait until you see what I have planned for you in the Maldives next week.”

“An encore?”

“Like every fucking year.”

We’ve made it a habit to travel somewhere quiet and remote after each season, so we can reconnect with one another. It’s more of an excuse, because we’ve gotten very good at making it work despite my schedule, and we spend a lot of time together. It took us a couple of years, but we found our balance.

We live in Colorado most of the time, in the house she designed for us. It has a magnificent view of the mountains, plenty of bedrooms we plan on filling up, and an infinity pool. During the summer, though, we’re in Europe, based in our Tuscan home, where we welcome family and friends during the break between races. Cynthia and Yasmine came with their children earlier this year, and something tells me they’ll be backnext summer. Evie’s mom came as well last year, along with her sister and brother-in-law.

Evie still gets to be an architect, a licensed one, even, and she’s fucking amazing at it. It’s a little sparser than it used to be because of our travels and commitments, but she gets to choose which projects and clients she wants to work with, which is fine with her.

It’s a good life we’ve built together. We’re happy, genuinely, and we can both see ourselves doing this for a very long time. But I think we’re also ready for more. Ready to get to the next stage.

I give Evie one last kiss and pull out. Before she can bring her knees together, I grab her knees and keep them up so I can look down at the mess I left behind.

“Jax, we need to go,” she protests.

“Just a second.”

Thick, white cum peeks through, then seeps out of her to dribble down and drop to the wood underneath her. There’s nothing prettier than my wife’s pussy after I’ve filled it up. Fuck, I just came like a maniac, but I’m already eager to do it again later and take my sweet time with her.