Page 71 of The Marriage Rebound

It wasn’t hard, but was still shocking . . . and maybe a little erotic as my brain scrambled and things clicked into place.

Courtney bit me again. “I wanna leave my mark all over you.”

The huskiness of her voice reverberated through every cell of my body. “Fuck!” I groaned out the word as the dam broke free.

Wetness coated my thighs, and I reveled in the pressure of Courtney’s fingers digging into my side. She held me to her, pressing her leg against my pussy as I continued to ride her through my orgasm.

“Mm, that’s it,” Court whispered then flicked my earlobe with her tongue. “Slip-n-slidin’ all over me.”

My whole being hummed with hedonistic energy only she could inspire. Another deep moan spilled free, and I slipped my hands under her shirt, digging my nails into her back in an attempt to stay tethered as more pleasure consumed me. My breathing was ragged. My head swam with delight. Complete, euphoric bliss.

As the world stopped spinning, I became aware of my wife’s attention to my neck. The gentle suction. We remained close, and I worked to get my breathing back to normal.

My sexy wife came into my field of vision wearing a satisfied smirk. “One.”

“Are you counting how many times you make me come?”

She shook her head. “How many marks I leave.”

My eyes went wide as I reached up to touch my neck. “Did you just give me a hickie?”

All she did was smile wider. I wanted to be annoyed, but it honestly turned me on more. I registered that she was still dressed and, in that moment, a feral desire to remove all barriers between us overcame me. I needed skin-to-skin. To be exposed to every inch of this woman who showed me so much patience and understanding. And to let her mark me however she wanted.

We made quick work of removing her pajamas, then I scrambled to lie on top of her, letting out a satisfied sigh at the full-body contact. Lazily, I drew a circle around one of her nipples with the tip of my nail. “Do I get to leave marks too?”

“I’m pretty sure my back has a few.”

“Probably. But no one will see those.” I sucked her nipple into my mouth, delighting in the sound of her groan. I loved having her be putty in my hands as much as I loved the way she took my body to numerous heights.

I released the one side with a wet pop and gave the other equal treatment. Courtney grabbed my ass, squeezing and pressing me to her. The feel of her own arousal was cool against my heated flesh. I circled my tongue around the stiff peak one final time before releasing it. Slowly, I sat up, straddling her to take in the sight of her body. A beautiful, shapely form which was a result of her strict workout routine.

God, I loved this woman.

She tilted her head to the side while slowly running her hand up my inner thigh. “That pussy weeping for me, huh?”

I leaned back, resting my hands on the bed, a move that forced my legs wider. “Only ever for you,” I moaned as she ran her thumbs along my sensitive clit.

My body was primed and still buzzing from my release, plus the natural high of being with my wife. Everything about her made me weak. The possessiveness when she held me, the pressure when her lips were on mine, the way she could make me horny with just a look. But mostly the way she loved and cared for me.

My eyes fluttered closed. My body was hot, and needy, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to orgasm again. Not yet. Swallowing and pulling in a shuddered breath, I sat forward and wrapped my fingers around her wrists.

“You good, baby?”

I nodded. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I brought her hand to my mouth and slowly sucked her thumb. The taste of myself coupled with the low moan from my wife was an unexpected aphrodisiac. Courtney twisted her wrist then moved her thumb in and out of my mouth, essentially finger fucking me in a whole new way. Held hostage by her intense stare, I swirled my tongue around the digit, determined to give it the best head I could until she pulled free.

“The box,” she said, turning her head toward her nightstand.

When I leaned over her to pull it free, Courtney took the opportunity to flick her tongue against my hard nipple. A new determination shot through me. Courtney normally controlled things, but I needed to see and hear her falling apart. Resuming my seat on her stomach, I pulled the silicone finger vibes out of our chest of toys.

Courtney watched as I slipped them on, the sexy smirk on her face set off a new round of butterflies. Reaching behind me, I slid my hand down to cup her pussy and was met with dampness.

“Damn, baby.” I pressed my palm against her and moved my fingers, stroking her.

I liked this vantage point, teasing her, but fully able to see the way her face contorted with her mouth hanging open. She moaned, widening her legs and tightened the grip on my ass. A thin coating of sweat covered our bodies from the heat radiating between us. Courtney moved her hips back and forth to match my motions. Our heavy breathing mingled in the air.

I knew she was close, and that knowledge excited me. But I needed her on my tongue. Sliding down, I had my mouth covering her before she could even ask what I was doing. I licked up and down, circled her clit, then repeated the action.

Courtney gripped the back of my head as she let out a long string of curses. After pressing the button on the vibes, I carefully eased two fingers in. Her hips bucked as she fucked my hand while I tried to suck her soul out her cunt. Her arousal coated my tongue and ran down my fingers. The grip she had on my hair tightened. Courtney held me where she needed most, using me as she needed, and I loved every second.