Page 29 of Love Thief

“Kellen.” Name only, I smile.

“Yes, more,” I say, pushing my tongue in, fucking her with it as I slide my fingers into her back hole. She’s jerking around as I hold a vibrator to her clit.

“Fuck no, Kellen.” Her hips are moving side to side and jerking upwards. She comes and I can taste the juices that are flowing from her.

I carry on licking her through it, and start to apply the clit vibrator again.

“No more, Kell. I can’t.”

“You can, you will,” I command, sliding on a cock ring and turning on the vibrator as I push in, good old missionary style.

I move her legs to my shoulders and stand at the end of the bed, feeling the vibrations hitting her, and how deep it is. Opening her legs, I watch as I slip in and out. Fuck, I love to watch. I grind my hips around when I’m deep inside so the vibrator can bite into her.

Her head is shaking from side to side. “Harder Kell, ah gawd.”

We’re covered in sweat, but I lift her back and push in, staying in, pulsing inside her. She makes a mewling noise and cries out, and I can feel her contracting around me.

I start to move at a frantic pace. I need to come, my body is screaming at me, she’s moaning loudly. I slap her breasts then lower my head and fuck her like it’s my last day on earth. I bellow out her name as I shoot ribbons of cum into her, my stomach muscles taught, my arse cheeks clenched together, my toes curling into the carpet.

Spent, I collapse next to her and pull her into my arms. I start to babble, for her not to leave me, that I looked for her, how I wanted to climb into her skin, how beautiful she was when I saw her again, how I need her in my life.

Iwake in the morning—well, afternoon—and touch my wife. I can feel her warmth as I move my hand down her body. She’s still asleep. I move myself down the bed and open her legs, parting her lips, and lick slowly around her clit. I lick up inside her, touching her skin.

She moans and I can feel her come alive. “Mmmmm oh just there, mmmmm.”

Her head is moving side to side, and I bite gently at her. Groaning out, she moves her hips with me, as I push my fingers into her and concentrate on her clit. She’s pulling on my hair and is getting more frantic. I’m nonstop pushing her forward.

“Oh God.” I feel her tense, arch her back, and then feel the flow of juices from her to me. I continue to move my tongue on her until she wraps her arms around her torso and then over her head.

I move up her body. “Morning, Kitten.”

She gifts me a lazy contented smile and moves her hands to touch my hair and body.

I settle behind her and spoon her, my cock seeking out her warmth. Slipping inside her, she’s so fucking wet and tight.

She pushes her face into the pillow with a groan, “Soo good, Kel.”

I move her hair and nip at the nape of her neck, push her head forward and run my teeth up the back of her neck, all the time pushing in and out, steady, slowly and hard. Lifting her leg forward, it changes the angle slightly, going deeper.

I groan into her, “So fucking good, tight, harder, push back on me. I want you to feel me all fucking day, think about me pushing into you, touching your clit.” When I run my hand over her tits and pull on her nipples, she pushes them into my hands.

As I run one hand down and massage around her clit, pumping harder and harder, I reach up with the other and hold onto the headboard to get more leverage. I add a swivel of my hips and she goes into overdrive, pushing back and trying to grab onto me.

“Kell,” she moans.

“Wait for me, baby.” I can tell she’s close again, so fucking responsive to me, as her pussy is starting to tense up. I go at her, pounding into her. We both come as I feel her pussy grab me, and I swell and let go.

Lights are flashing behind my eyes, my breathing is laboured, I continue to move as she’s keening. I kiss her back and shoulders, she’s touching me, and I want her to, I don’t want her to stop. I wrap myself around her.

“Oh God, I can’t move. Do we have to go out? Maybe we can stay in like this and you can do an interview from the bed, like John and Yoko.” she says.

“I don’t think they were fucking.”

“We could do a ten minute break, and then right back to it,” she’s laughing at her solutions.

“Tempting as that is, we have to do the cameo at the boxing tonight. But we can go home after that. I thought you wanted to do some sights today? Fountains, rollercoasters and whatever else.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to? I haven’t seen the headlines, they might be really bad.”

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