“I’ve missed you,” she whispered in his mouth.
“I’ve fucking missed you so much,” he growled, kissing her harder and making her feel exactly how much. She moaned into the kiss, and soon their hands were all over each other as if they couldn’t get enough.
In a flurry, they removed each other’s clothes, all while keeping their mouths fused against each other. His tongue slid in her mouth and sought hers out, wet and hot and taking its sweet time. There was nothing obligatory about his actions, and excitement filled her as he finally slid her lingerie to her waist and filled his hands with her breasts. He groaned and murmured compliments in her ear, and they made her light up inside.
Then he was trailing his kisses down, still taking his sweet time, and she felt a ball of heat building in her stomach at his patience and expertise. There was something new in his touches, almost as if it was the first time, and she reveled in it.
She remembered Bryan’s advice and decided to give it a try. Shyly, she tugged Philip up and whispered to him the things she wanted to try out, watching his hunger and excitement escalate. Then he was pulling her towards the bedroom, where he continued to do as she wished.
Philip lavished her body with hungry kisses and touches, starting from her throat down to her nipples, stopping at her navel with his tongue as he teased her cunt with his sure fingers. Then they were sliding in and out in a slick motion, and she tugged him up again, wanting more.
In one swift move, Philip carried her and tossed her in bed, and she gasped and laughed. He cut off the laugh by crawling on top of her and kissing her again, and she kissed him back and slid her hand down his briefs, which was the only clothing left on him. He was hot and pulsing in her hands, and she stroked him eagerly as her nipples rubbed up and down his chest. Philip groaned and urgently told her he needed to be inside her, and she released him reluctantly.
Then he was sliding into the hilt, making her feel so full as his huge cock stretched her wide. He waited for her to adjust, showering her with more kisses and caresses, combining romance and sensuality. Then he started moving, thrusting his cock slowly but deeply, letting her enjoy the sensation as he fully slid out before grinding back inside and filling her again. He filled her over and over, and she moaned out how much she loved this pace he was setting, wrapping her legs around his hips as he kept experimenting with new angles.
He stretched her cunt wide with his ministrations and paid attention to her breasts, and she did the same by running her hands and lips all over him and being an active participant. Her heart was so full of emotions at how intense their fucking was this time, verging on wild lovemaking that made her sob out her pleasure. His thrusting speeded up to pounding, and they were both so wet that squelching sounds accompanied the movements. He kept groaning in her ear, telling her how tight and wet she felt and how he loved it, and she responded by telling her how she loved his cock and wanted him to fuck her so hard.
So, he did—he fucked her so hard, her body shook with the movement. He squeezed her ass repeatedly and lifted it in the air to deepen the contact, and in this angle, the tip of his cock hit her sweet clit spot on, and his balls slapped at her, radiating mind-numbing pleasure.
Suddenly she was spasming uncontrollably. She arched her back and bit his shoulder, her nails raking at his skin. He groaned in pleasure at the action and suddenly twisted her around on her hands and knees, where he rammed inside her without preamble and continued to pound inside her without pause.
Philip had never felt so good. His wife, his sweet wife, was squeezing his cock so deliciously, and her muscles were clenching around him so wonderfully. Fuck. She felt so good and he wanted her so much, it was insane. He fucked her, over and over, showing her exactly how much he missed her and how much he missed this intense connection between them. He hadn’t even come yet, but the pleasure kept increasing until he was overwhelmed with it.
Her sweet cunt was filled with the juices of her explosion, making his movements slicker. He took advantage and admired the way her curvaceous body shook under him, her breasts pressing against the sheets and her ass eagerly arching up in the air to take him in deeper. Her pussy was pink and perfect, and he couldn’t wait to eat her out again later.
But now, he was going to fuck her raw.
He was slamming his cock in and out of her now, enjoying the wanton moans coming out of her. When he was almost on the verge of his orgasm, he slid a finger inside her ass hole, finger fucking her there just as hard as he fucked her cunt. Then his other finger slid to her clit and pinched it as he ground against her swollen sex.
The reaction was instantaneous. Kathryn buried her screams on the pillow, her knuckles turning white from squeezing the sheets. His vision tunneled—and then he was blinded with white-hot pleasure as he exploded violently inside her, shouting out his release in a feverish groan. He kept grinding against her, spilling inside her as he experienced the longest orgasm of his life. She turned her head to the side, and he leaned forward to kiss her swollen lips, loving the way her tongue played with his and added to the pleasure.
Every ounce of his strength drained away from him as the last of his convulsions ebbed away, and he collapsed on top of her. Not wanting to crush her, Philip rolled them to the side, his cock still inside her.
He showered her shoulder with kisses, his heart swelling with emotions. Kathryn sighed in contentment and wiggled her body closer to him, and he laughed.
“We should totally do this again,” she said softly.
He smirked.
“We should,” he agreed.
She turned her head towards him, blue eyes twinkling. She smiled breathtakingly. “And we should totally do that purge every year.”
Philip laughed again. She ended up having to kiss his laugh away.
He couldn’t wait for next year’s purging, especially if it brought back such a hot, wanton wife in his arms.
RUG BURNS
Chapter One
I stood in line at the airport terminal seeing all of the people pass by. Most of them didn’t catch my eyes, until I saw her.
She was perfect, with a tall, sexy body that was tight in all the right places. Even with the parka on, I could see her gorgeous curves. She had beautiful pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes that immediately caught my attention. I watched her as she went to the terminal with a crestfallen face, staring around for a bit until she turned around. It was obvious something was wrong. She walked over to me, the only person looking at her.
“Could you help me? I’m sorry, but I do need some help,” she said. She had a heavy Russian accent, which just made her way hotter.
“Sure. Let me just turn off everything. My shift is over,” I replied.
I turned off all the lights in the terminal. The nearest city was about thirty minutes away. This airport was in the middle of nowhere. I brought her outside to my car and turned to speak to her.
“Please sir, I need help. I was supposed to do a photoshoot out here, and they cancelled on me. I don’t have a ride or anything. I’m as they say it here ‘screwed.’” She replied.
Hearing her say that was utterly adorable.
“If you want, you can come with me back to my place. I mean, it’s small, and it’s a log cabin ad out in the middle of nowhere, but you can stay there for the night if you’d like,” I offered.
She looked at me with surprise, but then quickly nodded.
“Oh yes, thank you! My name is Svetlana. I’m a model,” she said.
Holy crap, a Russian model. And she smelled heavenly. I could smell the faint scent of strawberries on her skin, and it was intoxicating.
“I’m David. Nice to meet you. Let’s head back,” I said.
I drove her to my home, a small log cabin that is on the hillside. There was no way she’d be heading out anytime soon. I mean, none of the planes were taking off cause of the ice. Maybe it would melt the next day. I couldn’t stop thinking about the gorgeous beauty though, especially since she had large breasts too. I mean, this was like a dream come true.
I made it back, immediately grasping her hand. The ice was slippery, so she was falling against me. I accidentally touched her breasts for but a moment, blushing and apologizing, but she seemed to like it. She didn’t pull back, and soon, I grasped her waist. She then followed me inside, and although she was nervous, I could tell she liked it.
“Oh, this is lovely!” she cried out.
It was a small log cabin with a fireplace, various little antiques on the walls and against the mantle, and on the floor, was a bearskin rug. I also had a plus sofa as well, but she seemed to be affixed on that.
“If you want, you can stay in the bedroom and I can go to the couch—“
“I love that rug!” she said.
“Oh yes, that’s my signature bearskin rug. I love it,” I said. I was surprised she was so into it.
She immediately pulled off the parks she had on, and soon, I was transfixed by her breasts. They were huge, and I could tell they were natural as well. She also had a lovely, tight ass, as obvious from the outline in her jeans. She sat down there, and she beckoned for me to come over there. I did so, and soon, she pinned me down.
“Hey, what are you— “:
“You know, you’re really cute, and it’s kind of been a dream of mine to you know…do it on a bearskin rug,” she said.