Marital Bliss(11)

“I want to taste you too,” he said.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned as she leaned into him, trapping his hardened cock between them and rubbing her taut nipples against his chest.

Their kiss was relaxed, a soft exploration where both of them were the victors. She slid her hand between them and ran her fingers up and down his shaft. His hand followed the curve of her hip around to her ass and dipped lower until she felt him trace the base of the butt plug. His fingers tapped against it and she cried out.

“Did I hurt you?” His hand stilled on her.

“No.” She shook her head. “It just sent these sensations through me, sort of electric that just make me… Oh, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“But it feels good?”

“Oh yeah.”

He tapped again and she burrowed her head in his neck. He turned toward the bed and urged her onto it. “Climb up on your hands and knees, Mischa. Let me see how wet you are.”

She crawled on the bed, keeping her ass high in the air. She glanced over her shoulder and shivered at the carnality in his gaze. Perhaps she should have planned to live out some of these fantasies earlier.

Clint stepped up to the bed and placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks, squeezing and playing with them. He lifted, separated and jiggled her and each motion rocked the base of the plug, sending a clench of desire through her pussy and a bolt of pleasure up into her core.

He pressed on her lower back with one palm and she flared her hips out, lifting her ass just a bit higher for him. Dropping her upper body to rest her forearms on the bed, she closed her eyes letting anticipation build the intensity inside her. When she felt the slide of his finger over the wet folds of her pussy she shivered. When he tapped on her clit and the plug at the same time she almost came unglued.

It was so naughty, so decadent, and was making her hotter than hell. He slid two fingers deep into her sex and she groaned and pushed back into him.

“You have no idea just how sexy you look right now. My dick feels like it’s going to explode.” His voice was low and husky, tickling up her spine with each word. “I want to shove my cock in your pussy and fuck you with that still in.”

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned into the bed. “Fuck me, Clint. Fuck me hard.”

Her husband groaned behind her and she felt the bed dip as he moved in closer. She shuffled back and didn’t stop until she felt him hard and firm between her legs. She could feel the edge of the mattress and the rock-hard strength of his thighs. He teased them both by rubbing his cock along her seam, wetting his shaft in her juices. Then he tapped the base of the plug again, this time with the head of his cock. He had her so revved, it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.

She felt the head lodge at her opening and held her breath. Her husband wasn’t a small guy by any means. Would he fit with the plug still in?

“Relax,” he whispered. “We’ll take it slow and easy.”

He pressed into her. There was a slight burn of pain as he pushed in but it was gone, morphing into an overwhelming feeling of fullness. Clint kept pressing deep, slowly and steadily he was sliding every inch into her. Her pussy was clenching and squeezing around him. She cried out as he finally lodged deep and just held still. She could feel the weight of him as she never had before. It was as if every nerve and fiber of her body was linked to her pussy.

She could hear him breathing hard behind her. Then he chuckled and the vibrations of that small sound had her burying her head in the bed to smother her wanton cries.

“I’ve wanted to feel my cock in your ass for a long time now,” he groaned. “But the honest truth is that I don’t think I’m going to make it. Your pussy is so tight. The first time I move it, I’m afraid I’m going to go off like loaded gun. Help me out here, honey. Use those fingers for me.”

Mischa reached a hand under her belly and up between her legs, heading straight for her clitoris. Finding the swollen nub she petted and rubbed it. Her body was shaking, balancing her on the edge of an orgasm that promised to be the most intense so far of her life.

“One stroke?” she begged certain that was all it would take to get her there.

She felt the tension coiled in Clint like a snake about to strike its prey. His strong fingers flexed and twitched against her hips. She sensed when he was ready to move and reached high, jerking a pillow down and biting on it.

Her cunt exploded as he jerked his cock back and then slammed home again. She screamed as her body seemed to implode. Warmth radiated everywhere and behind her eyes was a fireworks show to beat them all. He slammed home again and her rippling channel seemed to fight him, either to keep him deep or to deny him re-entry.