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“No?” Sam's fingers took another long walk up my thighs before settling over the pockets of my jeans. “Getting warmer?” I nodded quickly, receiving another chuckle. “Oh,nowI see the problem.” He spread his palms and moved inward, coming to rest over my thick bulge. “Let's see if I can work out this stiffness.”
Sam squeezed my length, drawing a throaty moan from my lips. Even through two layers of fabric, his touch lit my skin on fire. “Oh yes, I can definitely help,” he said, but then his hands stopped moving, which was the opposite of help. “Can you help me with something too?” I nodded again; I'd do anything for him. “I've got an itch at the back of my throat.”
It was lucky that I didn't blow a hole right through my pants at his sexy suggestion. But I did find my voice. “Sugar, I've got just what you need.” I unsnapped my pants and pushed the fabric layers down onto my thighs.
Sam took over, shimmying my pants and underwear off over my feet, leaving my socks on. He licked his lips as he stared at my hard cock, which was pulsating with my heartbeat. But when he leaned in closer, I stopped him with a hand on his cheek. I had a much better idea in mind.
“I've got an itch too,” I told him, and his eyes snapped to mine. They held a breathtaking mixture of humor and heat; the blend my husband embodied and perfected.
“Well then, let's help each other, shall we?” Sam's eyes twinkled as he unbuttoned his jeans. I was not a patient man. I gripped the denim and yanked it down his legs before clawing off his boxers.
My mouth watered as I gazed at my prize; his thick, firm cock, with its juicy blue vein running up the center. But as much as I enjoyed the view (which was a whole hell of a lot), I needed more.
I slid my hands beneath his sweater and quickly peeled the fabric off of his body.Mm, that body.Sam was soft and curvy, and covered in salt and pepper hair. I loved everything about the delicious sight, and needed a taste.
But first, I needed to help my husband, who was gripping and pulling at the hem of my shirt. I flung off my sweater and threw it to the floor, smiling at the way he moaned as his eyes scoured my body. He always made me feel sexy, and like the only man in the world. Which was good, because he was the only man for me.
I pulled at Sam’s thigh, and he knew exactly what to do. Wemayhave done this a time or two. He shifted on the couch and stretched his body out, lying flat against the cushions. I climbed over top of him, situating myself until my knees framed his head, with my dripping dick hovering over his face. I was eye level with his beautiful cock and I couldn't resist.
I leaned in and licked across his slit, gathering a tangy drop of pre-cum on my tongue. I'm not sure which one of us moaned louder; me, enjoying the flavor, or Sam, enjoying the sensation.
But my volume won out when my husband wrapped his lips around my crown and sucked. He flicked the tip of his tongue across my skin, collecting every drop he pulled from me while sucking gently.
I pressed my tongue to Sam's crown and licked down his length, tracing the luscious vein I loved. When I reached his sack, I smiled at the sparkling silver hair coating it. I loved his maturity and sex appeal.
I loved everything about his body, including the scar that ran across his balls from his hernia surgery. Every imperfection was perfect in my eyes, because it made Sam exactly who he was.
I lapped against his fuzzy balls, bouncing their weight against my tongue. Sam moaned around my cock, the vibration rattling against my skin as he slid my shaft a little deeper into his throat.
He sucked me harder, swallowing against me and milking my flesh. It felt amazing, and I wanted to give him the same pleasure. I licked him from base to tip before trapping his crown between my lips. I took a deep breath through my nose and then gobbled down every inch of his fat cock until it brushed against the back of my throat.
It only scratched the surface of my itch. I bobbed my head up and down, gliding along his shaft as I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed. Sam's hands gripped my ass cheeks, his fingernails sinking into my skin as he pulled me down, burying my length in the heat of his throat.
I groaned as my eyes rolled back and shut at the intense pleasure. I didn't need to see; I knew my man's body by touch. I shuffled my weight onto one hand to cup the other around Sam's sack. I gently massaged his balls as I threw my head back and forth, deepthroating him for all I was worth.
My moans were muffled by his thick cock cutting off my air supply. But I didn't stop. I didn't need to breathe. Sam was my air. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my throat burned. I fucking loved it.
His hands clutched my ass tighter, the sting of his nails bursting across my skin. Sam moaned around my flesh and his hips arched off the couch. I swallowed every inch of him as his balls rolled in my palm and he exploded in my mouth.
Streams of his warm cum sprayed down my throat and I greedily ate every drop. Sam kicked into overdrive, wrapping his palm around my shaft and jerking me feverishly as he licked against my tip. My hips moved on their own, humping into his fist, desperate for release.
My jaws sprang open, releasing Sam's cock as I screamed out his name when my orgasm ripped through me. My cock pulsed as spurts of seed rained over his tongue, and Sam licked it away. Every time his tongue crossed over my sensitive skin, it sent a shockwave through my body.
Strength left my body and I collapsed on top of him, a trembling, whimpering mass. I rested my head against his thigh, and his leg hair ruffled with my heavy breaths.
Once my breathing and pulse were under control, Sam lightly tapped my ass cheek. I lifted myself onto shaky arms and twisted around before flopping onto him once more, this time with our chests touching. I managed to lift my head and look into his beautiful eyes.
“I love you, Sam.”
He smiled and his eyes sparkled as precious tiny lines framed them. He got more gorgeous every single day. “I love you too, Jordan.”
I gave him a deep, sloppy kiss, our flavors mixing perfectly on my tongue. When my neck got tired, I rested against his chest again, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
I'd get up soon. I'd read him my opening statement and soak up his words of praise and pride. We'd get dressed to go visit our friends, which I was greatly looking forward to. But first, I wanted this quiet moment with my husband; to lie against him, with his arms wrapped around me and his hands drawing shapeless lines on my back.
A thousand words passed between us in silence. I felt his love and admiration, and knew he felt mine in return. I didn't need fancy gifts this Christmas. All I needed was Sam, and I was blessed beyond measure.
Chapter Three
