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With an annoyed huff, I jerk my pants back down and tug my cock free. If anyone had told me a year ago I’d be standing in my bathroom jerking off to the memory of my wife’s wet pussy, I’d have told them they were insane. Yet here I am, because I can’t decide what else to do and my erection isn’t going anywhere.
I’ve stroked myself exactly once when the door opens and Hannah walks in. Her blue eyes widen the second she catches sight of me standing with my pants undone.
“I thought you were doing work in the office.” She’s not looking at me. Her gaze is focused on my hand, wrapped around my throbbing erection.
“I, uh, finished.”
Hannah’s lips quirk. “Doesn’t look that way to me.”
My grip tightens as my body reacts to her attention. Having Hannah here is way better than simply imagining she’s here. She’s still wearing her dress, the fabric around her waist extra wrinkled from being bunched by my hands.
“Want a hand?”
I raise both eyebrows, hating and loving the smirk on her face.
“Or my mouth?”
She takes a step closer, her hand replacing mine as she sinks to her knees.
And from the first swipe of her tongue, I know this will be the best damn blowjob I’ve ever received. I have to brace my hand against the counter, blood rushing south and reason leaving with it.
“You taste good,” she tells me as she traces the tip and then sucks it into her mouth.
Hannah pulls back to blow on the damp skin, and my hips jerk forward. My balls are tight and aching, desperate for release even though she’s barely started touching me.
She pulls back slightly, using her hand to jack me off as her tongue swirls the tip like she’s licking an ice cream cone. And then she’s sucking me deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she manages to take all of me.
Hannah swallows, and the muscles constrict around the sensitive tip as it rubs against the back of her throat. My dick throbs, thrilled with this turn of events. It’s been a while since a woman was on her knees for me. Andnever, did she elicit the reaction Hannah does, even when I try to fight it.
Pleasure swims through me in devastating currents. I’m not worried about anything, but I’m not totally mindless either. I’m totally focused on Hannah, watching her head bob between my legs and knowing this will be a new fantasy when she’s gone. Memorizing the sight of her pink lips spread around my erection.
I comb one hand through the blonde strands that have fallen out of her ponytail, wanting to see her face better. She licks along the length of me, her tongue wet and warm.
Then her mouth ventures lower, sucking one of my balls into her mouth and releasing it to tease the other. I moan her name. Her lips close around the ridged head of my dick, pulling me back inside of her mouth in a hot slide that has blood pounding in my ears.
“Fuck, Hannah,” I groan, pumping my hips faster.
My hand tightens in her hair, and she moans, the vibration tingling along my shaft. Mixing with the sloppy, filthy sound of me fucking her mouth. Heat races down my spine, and I know I’m about to explode.
“I can’t—I’m not—” I tug at her hair, trying to warn her.
Instead of moving away, she digs her fingernails into my ass. I growl as a powerful release crashes over me, filling her mouth. It goes on and on in a haze of pleasure as I lean back against the wall, letting it support my weight.
Hannah swallows again before she pulls away. Some of my cum spills out of her mouth, dripping down her chin. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. She’s my wife, and it finally feels like I’ve marked her in some permanent way.
My cock twitches, satisfaction fleeing fast. It’sstilllike this with her. It’salwayslike this with her, it feels like.
I can’t get enough.
And it’s not just physical. There’s an emotional attachment too. I can’t help but think of how certain I was of the answer to Quinn’s question.
Hannah stands and swipes at her face, missing the streak of cum entirely. I grab her waist and pull her to me, gently wiping the spot away with my thumb.
We’re both breathing heavily.
There’s too much I want to say, and nothing I can figure out how to articulate the right way. So I kiss her, realizing she tastes likeme, trying to convey all the emotions ricocheting silently inside of me.
She just did that to please me, and it makes me feel inadequate. Unworthy.
