His words warm my heart, and I feel a surge of pride knowing that he believes in me. He has a way of making me feel like I can take on the world. With him by my side, I feel invincible, protected, and, above all, loved.
"Thank you, honey," I say, rising up on my toes to press a lingering kiss to his lips. "On that note…" I drawl, taking a step back while tugging at the belt on my waist. Slowly, I unwrap my robe, all the while holding his gaze.
“You guessed right earlier,” I say with a teasing smile. “I am naked under my robe. Want to spank me for being naughty?”
His eyes instantly grow darker with lust, his hands hungrily roaming my naked body. "Oh, woman," he says gruffly, lowering himself to the bed and tugging me down to his lap. "You're definitely getting what's coming to you."
I lay face down on his lap, my skin tingling with nervous anticipation. He must have sensed my eagerness because he waits, intentionally prolonging the moment of anticipation. I raise my butt impatiently, gasping when his palm lands on my backside in a rapid series of slaps that send sharp, pleasurable stings through my nerves. I moan loudly, shamelessly shooting out my ass for more. He stops after a few strokes, gently running his hand over my burning flesh.
He stands up and gently lays me down on the bed, then steps back to take off his clothes. I ease back on the pillows, propping myself up on my elbow to watch him. Age has done nothing to diminish his physique; he’s only grown more attractive, his muscles more defined.
“I'm going to have to spank you again if you keep looking at me like that, wifey,” he says, coming to join me in bed.
“I can't help it, hubby,” I reply, running a hand up his toned chest. “You're so beautiful.”
“No,” replies, catching my hand and bringing it to his lips. “You are beautiful.”
His hand trails over the warm skin of my backside as he peppers my thighs with kisses. I spread my legs to grant him more access, moaning when I feel the warmth of his breath on my folds. His tongue takes a sure, confident swipe along my slit, and I buck my hips with need.
He slides his tongue deep into me, moving with practiced strokes. His fingers dip between my cheeks, one of them finding my puckered entrance. My whimpers encourage him, and the tip slips inside, helped by the juices dripping from my pussy.
I gasp and cant my hips up, trying to push his finger deeper. I love how it feels to know that he owns every single inch of me. I never knew how much pleasure I would get from having him claim my ass, but it turns me on to no end... almost as much as the feral look in his eye when he does it.
He licks and fingers me until my legs are shaking on his shoulders. “Derek, please!” I finally gasp. My entire body is burning with need. He keeps teasing me, bringing me right to the edge before pulling back. “I can’t take it anymore! I need it!”
He sits up with a smirk. “What do you need, baby?”
“Your cock! Please, I need your cock inside me!”
He smiles, settling between my thighs. He teases me with the tip, running it along my wetness and rubbing it against my clit.
I whine helplessly, waiting. I know he’ll give me what I need. He always does.
Then he slides into me, his strokes deep and slow, his eyes boring meaningfully into mine. I hold his gaze, feeling the intensity of his stare penetrating into the depths of my soul. Each deliberate movement sends ripples of pleasure coursing through my body, reminding me that I live for him… belong to him.
“Oh, Derek,” I murmur as my body surrenders to the shudders of orgasm. “I love you. I love you so much.”
He leans forward to drop his forehead to mine, smiling tenderly. “I love you, too.”
~The End