Ghostface Killer(89)

Utterly exhausted, I climb onto the bed where Baz is sprawled out, shirtless, reading something on his iPad.

I rest my head on his chest and wrap my arms around his waist. "Are you doing okay?" I ask.

"About as well as a man can be after his best friend tries to assassinate him."

I look up at Baz. He doesn't look down, just keeps his attention focused on the screen.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Turn back time?"

"Not one of the talents I possess." I place my cheek back on his firm chest, mindlessly drawing circles on his pec, pondering why the world is the way it is. Why is power more important than the simple act of living? More important than being happy, or finding peace? I have seen so much death, inflicted so much destruction. It never fulfilled me. Not like this does. Just lying here with my husband, and our sleeping daughter safe in her bassinet.

"Stevie." Baz groans and grabs my traveling hand.

"What?" I focus my eyes and realize he has an erection. How did that happen?

"I like the way you're touching me, baby."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No, but it's making me want to rip your clothes off."

"And what's wrong with that? The doctor gave me the okay for all physical activities." I drop a teasing kiss on his nipple.

He sighs as if conflicted. He's had a long day. I know he's fighting to keep it together. His emotions are a battlefield. And the pressure to present himself as normal is overwhelming. I get it. I get my husband.

Sometimes I feel like I have to be perfect.

I don't need perfect. I just need Baz.

Taking matters into my own hands, I kiss my way down his chest, over the divots in his abs, stopping at the beginning of his happy trail. I look up at his face. His mouth is slack, and his eyes are glassy. "You're just gonna stop?"

I press my lips together. Of course, I'm not.

Balancing on my knees I strip off my clothes, putting on a little show. My body is nowhere near stripper perfect anymore, but I'm working my way back to that. Baz doesn't seem to mind my newfound curves.

Baz groans once I'm completely naked, his attention trained on my larger than normal breasts.

"Just relax, okay," I purr as I pull his sweatpants off his body.

"Stevie," he hums euphorically as I trap his rocket in both my hands. I jerk lightly, causing him to tilt his head back. Just looking at his vulnerable form turns me on inexplicably. Sliding his long, thick shaft through my palms, my dormant arousal swiftly awakens. I'm wet already, and he hasn't even touched me. Too eager for drawn-out foreplay, I drop my head, immersing his cock deeply into my mouth. He grunts when the head hits the back of my throat.

"Shit," he hisses, sliding both hands into my hair. I suck him off just long enough to slather his cock with my saliva. I want him inside of me. I miss him filling me up and pushing my body past the breaking point.




 

 

I release his cock with a pop, and he groans in protest. Ignoring his reaction, I climb up his torso and settle my starving pussy on top of his thick, wet, rigid length.

"I need to fuck you." I lean over and bite his neck, buzzing with need, want, and desperate desire. "I need you inside me."

Baz clutches my face and kisses me with the force of ten men. I slide over his cock until the tip penetrates my entrance. I push my hips down slowly, savoring the feel of him sinking inside me. Stretching, sliding, stimulating me at my very core. Oh, God, it's so good. The head pushes past my belly button, and my entire body tightens. My pussy throbs around him as the sensations seize me like a prisoner.

"Oh, fuck." I push up, throwing my head back in sheer ecstasy.

"Ride me, Stevie." Baz grabs my ass and looks up at me with smoldering green eyes.

I rock my hips, my insides as sensitive as a land mine. Every movement setting off another tiny explosion. I grab hold of the headboard as I slowly unravel. Huffing and puffing as we fuck, Baz's erection charges the dull ache growing rapidly between my thighs.

He can't decide where to put his hands, so they jump all over me in different directions. Pinching my ass, squeezing my tits, trapping my waist as my body undulates.

His cock swells, elevating my excitement to a new level. I try to keep my voice down and my moans low, but he feels too good, and I need the release so fucking bad. I need to be connected to Baz in just our way. The way only the two of us can share.

"I'm gonna come," I barely voice. My pussy throbbing and tingling with each stroke over his cock. I grip the headboard, completely a goner.

"That's it, baby, let go." Baz is right there with me, breathing hard and flexing his hips from his own impending climax. Looking down at him, I watch engrossed as he wets his fingertips and slips them between my legs. He massages my clit and a bomb goes off.