Page 46 of Embracing Us

“I love to watch you come, Beautiful,” he replies, instantly. “The expression on your face tells me when I’ve hit the right spot. You on your back or on top of me gives the added bonus of being able to watch your tits bounce.” I consider what he’s told me, pausing to weigh up my options. “Do you have an answer?” he prompts. “My cock is desperate to get wet.”

“I want to fuck my husband and give him a show.” My recently found confidence both in the bedroom and out of it has been a benefit for both of us. Finally, for the first time in my life, sex is enjoyable. My pleasure comes not only from what Max gives me, but the reaction I trigger from him.

He pulls the dress back from over my head, and I stand upright then turn to face him. “Keep the dress on,” he whispers, then his hands grab the straps and pull downwards sharply to expose my full breasts. “Perfect.”

His lithe body moves to lie on the bed, his cock hard and ready. After hitching up my dress, I climb on top of him, rubbing my pussy against his dick. My tits bounce gently, the nipples rising and falling with the movement. I reach down, touching myself to wet my fingers, then circle the pads against my clit. Max’s hands remain on my thighs, aiding my rhythm but never trying to take control. The creamy satin of my dress splays out over the bed. I rise up, take his cock in my hand and line him up at my entrance. “Lift that skirt out of the way. I want to see you take me,” he says, his voice deep and aroused. Our gazes fix on one another as I move the material that’s blocking his line of sight. His eyes flick between my face and my pussy as I lower myself down. The tenderness from the initial explosion still tingles as I expand to allow him entry.

To begin with, I bounce gently on top of him, enjoying the fullness of our position. His eyes never leave mine. The wetness builds between us. He raises his knees, and I lean back slightly. The change of position pushes the tip of his cock to my G-spot. Thick fingers sink into my thighs, encouraging me to move faster silently. With each thrust, the sensation of moving to another orgasm heightens, the sound of wet flesh enjoying one another increasing. “Harder, Beautiful. Take what you want.” His grip tightens again, almost to the point of painful. My hips move faster, and he groans loudly, closing his eyes.

“Watch me,” I chide, and they reopen. My whole body is tense, the tell-tale sign of my peak near. “I’m going to come.” I clench, spiralling with the sensation. The vibrations coursing through my body.

“Keep going,” he growls. “It’s my turn.” I continue to move, but the all-consuming sensation means I struggle to maintain my rhythm. Max takes control, flipping me onto my back. He smiles down, still inside me, and pumps his hips forcefully. “My turn, Beautiful,” he repeats. “Lie there, legs up and open. You’ll get orgasm number three, and I’ll get to shoot my load in that pretty pussy of yours.”

Lying on our marriage bed with my knees pulled up to my chest, my husband fucks me. He is both strong and domineering, which leaves me with no debate over how he feels. Max Gordon has officially put a ring on it and made me his.

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