Page 52 of Just Say When

“Harder,” she pleaded.

I wanted to resist, to tease her the way she teased me, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing exactly what she demanded. There wasn’t a damn thing in this world Essie could ask of me that I wouldn’t give her.

My fingers rubbed harder. It was almost too intense, the way she watched me, her gaze pinned to my face like what she saw there was even more important than what I was doing with my hand. Like I might disappear if she blinked.

I slid a finger inside her soaked pussy, then added asecond. Her muscles tensed around my fingers and my dick leaked pre-cum out of pure jealousy. “Tell me,” I rasped.

“Yes.” She arched into my hand. “Exactly like that. You’re doing such a good job, baby.”

And then she came, her inner muscles gripping my fingers in rhythmic spasms. “Fuck,” I hissed. “Yes. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” It bordered on pain, watching her release like that while struggling to keep my own need in check.

I reached for my jeans, and the wallet I kept in my back pocket—and shit?—

“I don’t have a condom,” I remembered out loud.

I had never been a one-night-stand kind of guy, but I generally kept a condom in my wallet for spontaneity. After I parted ways with my last girlfriend a little over a year ago—around the same time Essie retired from barrel racing—I hadn’t bothered to replace it.

Essie looked at my dick and then up to my face. “I have an IUD, because periods are kind of a bummer when it comes to riding horses. And I got tested after my last encounter nine months ago. No diseases.”

“It’s been a little over a year for me. All clear.”

If she noticed the timeline coincided with her permanent return to Aspen Springs, she didn’t acknowledge it. “Fuck me, Brax,” she ordered.

She pushed my shoulders until I rolled onto my back, then hiked one leg over my waist, straddling mewhile my hands settled on the curve of her hips. She wiggled a little, gliding her pussy over my aching shaft until I was soaked from her wetness. And then she paused, staring down at my chest.

“What is this?” Her fingertips trailed the red mark guarding my heart and she squinted in the dim light. “You have a tattoo?”

I grabbed her hand, stilling her. My heart thumped hard underneath our palms. “That’s not important right now. What’s important is getting my dick inside you.”

“All right, then,” she purred, and swiveled her body against me.

My hands dug into her hips. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice more than a little desperate.

She laughed, soft and husky. “I’m sure,” she said.

I swallowed hard. God. I was about to fuck my wife for the first time, and I was going to do that bare.

I shot up to capture her mouth in a kiss. “Then take my cock and put it inside you. I want to watch you fuck me.”

With one hand splayed on my chest, she rose onto her knees and reached between us and wrapped her hand around my length. When she notched my crown against her entrance, we both groaned in unison.

My hips bucked up and she sank down, meeting each other half way. The fit was exquisitely tight, so goddamn perfect.

My voice was all gravel when I asked, “Are youokay?” Because she hadn’t moved in a few seconds, and I was only halfway inside her.

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained. “Just going to take this slow so you don’t split me in two.”

She slid down another inch, and then another, both of us riveted to the sight of her body stretching to take me.

“Fuck, honey, you take me so well,” I encouraged.

Her hands slid to my shoulders and she used the leverage to take the last couple inches. With her fully seated on my cock, the last thread of my control snapped so sharply I could almost hear theping.

“Sorry, honey. I told you this was going to go quick.” My hands clenched her hips with almost bruising force as I lifted her off my dick and slammed her back down again. Over and over, her tits bouncing, her nails digging into my shoulders, as she whispered filthy things into my ear.

And then it really was too much, and I rolled her onto her back, twined our fingers together, and pounded into her until white lights exploded behind my eyes and I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.

We didn’t make it back to our house in town that night. Each time one of us sat up and made some move to put clothes back on, the other would put a stop to that right quick. We explored each other thoroughly, reaching for each other again and again in between drowsy half-naps. Her mouth on me, my mouth on her,my dick driving into her from behind, her riding me slow and deep until my eyes crossed.

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