Page 87 of Insta Bride

But then she upped her game. A draw didn’t seem fair, but it was us.

Despite our friends begging us to leave it alone, we had to play a second game.

My strike on the last frame put me over the edge and last night, Elena had made me feel like a winner in every fucking way that mattered.

“Morning hubby,” she moaned in her pre-coffee voice. “Ready for a rematch?”

“Same game?”

I kissed her shoulder, loving the way her whole body came alive to my touch. One kiss and there were goosebumps on top of goosebumps as she shivered.

“I have an early morning meeting.”

“And?” I shrugged, edging my hand along her thigh. “Sounds like you’re setting the rules of the game.”

“I have a meeting, Kye.”

“I have something that wants to meet you, does that count?”

I could time her body to the minute. If she gave me all night, I’d take it. If she only had five minutes, my satisfaction could come later.

“Kye, oh, Kye.”

I pressed against her gorgeous ass, letting her feel what her early morning meeting might jeopardize.

“Kye, we can’t. I got no sleep last night.” Her hips were wriggling a different answer.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

The soft curves of her ass wrapped around my cock, her body was already making an excuse for why she’d miss the meeting.

“You promised me a full body massage,” I muttered into her shoulder, loving the way she smelled of our sex. Musky and sweet.

“You got one last night, remember?”

“I promised to return the favor.”

“You did, which meant no sleep, which means I’m tired.” Her moans changed as I stuck my tip between her cheeks, using her juices to smooth my way. “Oh, Kye. Please, oh, Kye, please.”

My cock between her cheeks and hand between her legs had the desired effect. I loved the way my wife fell apart at my touch. I loved how her whimpers became pleading cries, and then turned into demands.

“Kye, yes, oh more, yes. I want more, give me everything, Kye, please, yes.”

She thrust back against me, taking control. Of the pace, of my cock. When I tried to remove my hand, she gripped it in place, “You’re not leaving me.”

I felt our relationship change, again. We’d fucked half the night, but this was primal. Our emotional defences had been lowered and we were coming together as a couple. No longer two people.

Our bodies held the conversation that our words couldn’t. As I put her needs before mine, her satisfaction ahead of my own, I made Elena a promise. I might have married her on impulse, but I hadn’t regretted it. Not even for one second.

“Kye,” she moaned, “Kye, oh, oh.”

Quicker than our usual morning greeting, I bought her to the edge, breaking only for a second before finishing the job.

“Please, now,” she cried.

As her body still shook, I thrust harder. No longer caring we were still floating between hot and cold, quicker than an autumn shower. Her mood towards me could change quicker than a spring rain.

Elena’s shudders faded as I gave into my own climax.

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