Page 189 of Wicked Fantasies

Faith closed her eyes and groaned softly as his hand brushed the sensitive skin of her ass. He shifted until he knelt behind her, but he made no move to take her. Instead, he caressed every inch of her bottom and upper thighs with his hands until she was panting with need. She arched her back, hoping the position would tempt him, beckon him to proceed.

His fingers delved between her legs and he shoved three inside her wet pussy without warning. She cried out at the shock, the glorious intensity as he roughly fucked her with the thick digits.

“Yes,” she hissed as he pounded harder, deeper.

“Come for me, Faith. Let me feel that pussy of yours clench against my fingers.” His words prompted the reaction and she came hard, trembling as he continued his assault, refusing to lessen his speed, the power of his fingers as they pummeled her needy flesh.

He slowed only as her climax began to wane. His fingers left her and she felt immediate relief. He would take her now. Despite her orgasm, her body wanted the main event, wanted his cock filling her.

When he didn’t move, she looked over her shoulder, surprised to find him studying her ass intently.

“Troy?”

He looked up at her, his face lined with seriousness. She thought he looked as if he wanted to say something, but instead his gaze dropped once more. This time when his fingers stroked her, it wasn’t her pussy or clit, but the tight pucker of her ass he started to rub.

“God,” she murmured on a breathless sigh.

“It’s been a long time since I touched you here.”

She nodded. It had been years since they tried any of the things they’d toyed with when they’d been young and adventurous in bed. “I know.”

“I want to try it again.”

Her mind flashed back to the early days of their marriage. They’d experimented with pretty much everything in bed, but somewhere along the line, the kinky games gave way to sneaking in morning quickies before the kids woke up.

His finger, still damp from her juices, wiggled on her anus and she pushed back in invitation. “Is this another do over?”

He shook his head. “Hard to do something over that you’ve never done before.”

“You’ve put your finger in my ass before.”

Troy leaned over her back, his lips grazing her ear. “I’m not going to stop with just a finger this time. I want to fuck your ass, Faith.”

She shivered at his admission, and then struggled to respond. “Troy?—”

“Not now. Later. I want to buy you a butt plug and we’d need lubrication, lots of it, which I don’t have here. I just want you to think about it. Decide if you think that’s something you’d like to explore too. For now—” As his words drifted away, he pushed a single digit inside her tight hole. He moved forward slowly, retreating several times to gather more moisture from her pussy to ease his way. After several moments, he had it fully lodged and Faith squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the dark, compelling sensation.

He thrust shallowly until she began moving back to meet his finger. Troy seemed to take her participation as her acquiescence and he started thrusting harder, deeper. She gasped for breath, amazed by how good he was making her feel with just a single finger in a place she would have considered off-limits. She cried out when two more of Troy’s fingers entered the dance, moving inside her pussy. She was being doubly fucked and the feeling was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Reaching around her hip with his other hand, Troy began rubbing her clit and she disintegrated. Her body flew apart and she felt as if she’d turned into a multitude of shooting stars, each nerve-ending flashing into brilliant white light and heat and scattering around the room.

It wasn’t until she felt Troy’s cock prodding at the entrance to her pussy that she realized once again, her husband had thrown her into a sort of orgasm oblivion. He’d fucked her unaware and she sincerely hoped he’d drive her there again. It was an awesome place.

Troy shoved his erection deeply in one hard thrust and she trembled under the impact. Somewhere along the line her arms had given out as she now rested on her elbows, her cheek lying against the soft quilt, her ass the only part of her still up and ready for action. Troy lost no time in claiming it.

“God, you’re sexy, Faith. You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now. All tousled and flushed. I wish—” His grip tightened on her hips and she knew he was struggling to hold back his own climax, trying to drag out their play.

“Fuck me,” she said, lifting her head to look over her shoulder at her handsome husband. Their eyes met and she was overwhelmed by the passion etched in the lines on his face. “Take me,” she whispered. “Take me hard.”

His jaw tightened for only a second and then his eyes drifted closed as his body took over, took her at her word. He used his large hands to pull her hips toward his as he thrust forward. It was intense, glorious, amazing. She felt herself coming again and this time, Troy came with her, calling out her name.

Turning to his side, Troy lay down, careful to stay inside her, spooning her as they both tried to catch their breath.

“My knees are killing me,” he said after a few minutes.

She laughed. “Every muscle in my body is screaming.”

Troy collapsed onto his back and she turned to face him, her arm wrapped loosely around his waist. “You think we’re getting too old for this?”

Troy looked at her, shock written on his face. “Hell no. We’re just out of practice. But now that the kids are away at college and we have the house all to ourselves again, I intend to make sure that oversight is corrected. We just have to build up our stamina. It’s like training for a marathon. You can’t go out and run twenty-six miles the very first day. You have to work up to it.”

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