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By the time I arrived at the apartment, I was hard as a rock.
I ran up the stairs to the third floor and struggled with the key in the lock, cursing when I couldn’t get it to open right away. Finally, it caught and the knob turned. I quickly removed my boots, then my coat, scarf and mitts, throwing them on the chair in the entry.
“Mrs. Mor-gan,” I said, rubbing my hands to warm them up. I began removing my shirt, unfastening the cuffs and then throwing it on the sofa on the way in to the bedroom.
There, on the bed lay my beautiful wife as I requested, naked, on top of the coverlet, a pillow beneath her buttocks, her legs spread wide. I noted a flush to her cheeks, and a shy smile on her lips.
“Doctor,” she said softly. “I’m very ready for you.”
“And I,” I said, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, “am more than ready for you.”
I slipped out of the pants and then removed my boxer briefs, my erection jutting out, already leaking. My socks remained as I crossed the hardwood floor to the bed.
“Your socks?” she said, eyeing my feet as I came to the bed.
“It’s all the rage in gay porn, or so I hear.” I bent down and slipped out of the socks. “Besides, the floor is damn cold.” Then I sat on the bed beside her, my eyes roving over her naked flesh, spread out for my personal enjoyment. “God, Ms. Bennet, you are luscious.”
“Ms. Bennet?” she said in mock affront. “I’ll have you know I’m a respectable woman now.” She smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“I’ll have to debauch you, in that case.” I lay on top of her and kissed her, silencing her playful banter with my mouth, my tongue finding hers and sucking it into my mouth, the sensation making my cock jump against her.
“Mmm,” she murmured. When I pulled away, she glanced down at my erection. “You sure you don’t want me to suck you for a while?”
“Nope,” I said and shook my h
ead. “I want every drop inside of you where it belongs. Now, spread those legs a little wider.”
She did, and I knew her well enough that my ordering her around, and her being so exposed would arouse her. When I bent down to lick her, she was already nice and wet, moisture glistening on her flesh.
“You like this, do you, Katherine?” I said while I pressed on her thighs to open her even more. I didn’t expect her to answer, and when I glanced up, she was lying with her eyes closed, her mouth open, gripping the bed sheets as she waited for me to actually lick her the first time.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
She opened her eyes quickly and glanced down, meeting mine. I wanted her to watch me eat her. I wanted to watch her watching me. I wanted her to feel carnal, wanton in her enjoyment of my mouth on her. Bending closer, I ran my lips all around her groin, her inner thigh, and everywhere but her pussy, my whiskers brushing her skin, eliciting a gasp from her.
When I finally ran my tongue over her, from the entrance to her body to her clit, she groaned and her hips thrust up, pressing her pussy against my mouth. I took her into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue all around her clit, in a slowly building rhythm. I wanted her ready, then I wanted to fuck her, come deep inside of her and then make her come so that her body accepted it all.
I’d make her lie with her hips up for an hour, hoping to impregnate her although I didn’t expect it. Not yet. It might take six months, considering that she was on birth control for several years.
Then I shut off the doctor hoping to ensure a healthy pregnancy and became the horny husband, incredibly turned on by the thought of impregnating my beautiful and loving wife.
I understood in that moment something profoundly masculine – the desire to impregnate my partner. To claim her body with my seed. To join together completely and fully, our mutual pleasure bringing forth a new generation.
My arousal from seeing her respond to my mouth and tongue, my arousal from the thought of impregnating her, my arousal at the prospect of orgasm, all of it incredibly intense – more intense than ever before.
I rose up and kissed her deeply, passionately, devouring her mouth. Then, I leaned on my hands so that I was directly over her, my face inches from hers. She was so damn beautiful, her cheeks pink, her lips slightly plumper, her eyes languid from arousal…
“My God, I love you.”
I kissed her again before she could answer, not needing to hear her say the words back to me in that moment, certain of it. I grabbed my cock and guided it inside of her, then began to thrust, keeping her hips as high as I could, propped up by my thighs. I was intent on coming as soon as I could and then I’d make her come with my fingers, her contractions ensuring that my semen would be drawn up into her womb.
I had to shut off all thoughts and turn myself over to her body, to the sensations of her warm wetness, tight around me, milking me with each thrust until my orgasm began, the pleasure white hot, burning through me as I ejaculated deep inside of her, my whole body trembling.
I panted for a moment, recovering my breath, and then repositioned myself so that I could keep stimulating her, keep my cock in her, thrusting very slowly, my cock still semi-hard. She didn’t last long and soon, a sexual flush spread over her chest and neck and I knew she was close.
“Come for me,” I said, stroking her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, God,” she gasped and then she came, her body tensing, clenching around me.
