Red Hot Letters to My Husband(19)

“Do you trust me Sherry?” Tom asked huskily.

He had never given me any reason to doubt him. One call from a crazy woman could not wipe out years of devotion.

“Yes,” I said, giving myself completely to him.

“Turn around.”

I offered him my back.

Tom pulled my hands backwards and tied them together with the tie. When he was done he pulled me back against me and sucked on my neck.

The ends of the silky tie draped over my hands and I rubbed them against the thick length of Tom’s cock. It was like silk over steel. His cock pulsed in appreciation of the silky caress.

“Kneel on the pillow.”

I sunk down to the floor.

Tom moved in front of me. His cock was erect and flushed a rosy hue. The mushroom head was a deeper colour and glistened with a spot of pre-cum.

He enclosed the base of his cock with one hand and brought the plump head to my lips and rubbed it across. I moistened my lips and the head rubbed across like silk over satin.

“Open your mouth and suck my cock,” Tom said in a raspy voice.

Slowly, I parted my lips and gradually enveloped the head.

Tom grasped my head with both hands and pumped me up and down several times. He kept it shallow, concentrating on the sensitive tip and I rolled it around my mouth.

“Your mouth is so hot and moist,” he panted. “Enough.” Tom pulled my head back before he knelt and pushed me down to the ground.

The blood rushed to my head.

“I’m going to eat you now.”

He came behind me and licked along my pussy. “Not enough access,” Tom mumbled. He grabbed a small pillow and placed it between my legs before he lay on his back and sucked my clit deep into his mouth.

The blood rushing in my head competed with the blood rushing to my pussy and the increase in sensation was intense. All I could manage was an incoherent moan of pleasure.

“Like that, do you?” Tom asked.

Another moan.

I could feel his shoulders pressing against the soles of my feet and another point of pleasure added to the sensations racing through my body.

Tom continued to suck as he slid a finger inside my pussy and started to glide it in and out. My pleasure ratcheted up another level.

“So good.” I finally managed a coherent phrase.

Tom picked up the tempo and my body rode his finger, rolling backwards and forwards. A slow burn began in my knees and quads but was quickly replaced by a greater burn in my pussy. The feelings of ecstasy gathered in the centre of my body and I cried out with my release.

Tom rose up behind me.

“Your pussy looks so hot when it’s so swollen and engorged. I can’t wait to feel its moist tightness around my cock.”

His cock head pushed against the entrance to my vagina and pleasure rippled out from the area. I ached to be filled.

My face was pushed into the pillow and only my mouth was free to breathe. All my body could focus on was the feeling of Tom’s cock as he stretched me wide.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

Tom pushed in all the way and I spasmed with pleasure.

He grasped my hands and I felt his heat, his strength, his control.

Using my hands for leverage, he began to thrust inside. The slap of his legs against mine and the feel of his cock fucking deep inside was amazing.

One hand slipped down, gathered juice and slid inside my ass.

The shock of anal penetration slowed me down before another layer of pleasure added to the intensity. My back arched as he drove into me deeply with his cock and finger. It made me tighter and fuller.

“I can feel my cock stroking inside you,” Tom said hoarsely.

My body heated another level at the imagery.

“I can feel myself getting bigger. Come with me Sherry.”

With a cry, my pussy and ass contracted around the double invasion.

Tom gave a shout of release as hot thick cum spurted inside me.

We panted in unison from our release.

Tom pulled out and collapsed on the floor beside me before pulling me up over onto his body.

I snuggled against him, letting him hold me in place.

Eventually, Tom slid his hands down my arms and untied me.

My arms fell heavily down. I sighed in relief from the release of tension. Not that I’d noticed a thing while we’d been making love.

I stretched and flexed my arms before sliding them up and grasping Tom’s shoulders. “I love you.”

Tom lifted my chin and gazed intently into my eyes. “I love you too. I’m yours. Always yours.”

The phrase from my letter made me smile. I nestled my head back on his chest and idly caressed him. “Good, so you won’t be angry when you get the next credit card statement.”

“I hate to ask.”

“I was so mad when I thought you cheated on me I had the locks changed this afternoon.”

Tom snorted. “That’s why I wouldn’t cheat on you, even if I wanted to, which I don’t,” he reassured me earnestly. “I wouldn’t want to wake your temper.”