Page 34 of Breath By Breath

I settle her legs on either side of me where I’m still sitting on the kitchen chair and gently run my hands up her calves. “Do you know how hard it was to sit here and watch you eat, moaning around every bite?”

“It was good.” She licks her lips.

“You’re better.” I nip at her thigh, making her laugh.

“There is nothing better than comfort food,” she counters.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Leaning in, I place a kiss on her lower abdomen, just above where we both want my mouth to be.

“So fucking sweet,” I murmur. “Lie back, baby.” Reaching around her, I push the plates out of the way. I hear them clacking together and the sound of a fork hitting the floor. I'm not sure, but I’m too turned on to care. I’ll clean it up later. After I’m full. I smirk at my own thoughts.

“What’s that look?” she asks.

“I was thinking about cleaning up what just fell off the table, but I would do it after I’ve finished my breakfast.”

She laughs softly. “You have a big appetite.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and my cock thickens.

My hands roam over her body. When I reach her spectacular tits, thanks to our boys, I tweak her nipples, one, then the other, causing her back to arch off the table. I let my fingers trail over her belly, and goose bumps break out across her skin. “I love that after all this time, nine years of being married, I still have this effect on you.”

She opens her mouth to say something, what I’m not sure, because I lower my head to taste her. The sweet taste of her pussy explodes on my tongue.

“Stanley,” she moans my name. I’m not wasting any time as my tongue presses against her clit. Her legs tighten around my head, and I groan, letting her know how much I love it. I don’t let up as I slide one long index finger inside her.

“I want you.” She’s breathless, and the sound has me increasing my efforts.

I need her to come, because I know that as soon as I’m buried balls deep inside her, I’m not going to last long. Her legs squeeze tighter, which only makes me pump my hand faster. “S—Stanley, please.”

Damn, but I love it when she’s needy and begging for me. I suck down on her clit, and that’s all it takes. I feel her body convulsing around my hand as her release washes over her. As soon as her legs start to relax, I stand, pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, and push inside her.

I help her to wrap her legs around my waist as I rock gently. She tries to sit up, so I help her. “You feel good wrapped around my cock,” I whisper against her lips.

“So good.” She nods. I pump into her a few more times, rocking slowly, before placing her back on the table. Her ass is hanging off the edge, giving me room to grip the backs of her thighs as I race toward my release.

I can feel her tightening around my cock, and I grin. She’s close. There’s nothing better than my wife coming on my cock as I find my release inside her. Moving my hand between us, I gently trace over her clit with my thumb.

“I need you with me, Lena.”

She moans, and her pussy squeezes me.

“You gonna come with me, baby?”

She nods, but no words escape her lips. I thrust once more and lose control when she screams out my name. I lose myself inside her as her body spasms around me. At this moment, I truly feel like I’m a part of her, and she’s a part of me. So much so, I don’t know where she ends and I begin.

Leaning over, I press my lips to hers. I take my time exploring her mouth before finally pulling back and helping her sit up.

“We’re really good at that,” she says, offering me a lazy smile.

“I agree. We should enlist the grandparents more often.”

She nods and bites down on her bottom lip. I can tell there’s something she wants to say, but she’s hesitant.

“What’s on your mind, baby?”

She releases her lip, and a grin lights up her face. “We’re going to need a bigger table.”

“What?” I laugh. “We can clean this one. No one will ever know.”

She nods. “Yeah, but it’s not going to be big enough.”

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