Page 85 of Buckled in Barbwire

“You can do it, wife. Just a bit more.” He’s determined to make me split in half.

My exhale is thick while I ease myself lower. Almost there. A dull ache spreads, but the slight pinch just encourages me. I widen my legs, sinking more. Brody’s hand at the base of my spine guides the careful pace. A final dip snaps us together. We share a relieved breath and slump into each other.

“There we go,” he croons softly. “You’re incredible.”

Emotion stings my eyes, which is completely uncalledfor. It’s just so much at once. I tilt my face to avoid knocking him with the brim of his hat. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s too tender for what this is supposed to be. But I surrender to the heat of the moment.

We rock to the easy tempo. It’s an adjustment to have him inside of me. There’s a frenzy brewing but the pleasure is a comforting lull. I’m becoming intoxicated by the steady in and out.

Brody’s calloused palms drift across my exposed flesh, awakening a shiver. My nipples harden into stiff peaks. There’s suddenly a weight on my chest that’s distracting. Through hooded lids, I catch where my husband’s focus rests.

“I’ve been admiring your tits in this dress all day.” His gaze is hot on my cleavage.

“Can’t say I’m surprised. I have a great pair.”

My shoulders roll with purpose, sending the loose sleeves down my arms. Too bad my bra isn’t so easy to remove.

Brody doesn’t hesitate to unclasp the restrictive band, allowing my breasts to spill free. “Fuck, that’s more than a mouthful. Feed them to me.”

I thrust forward to shove a nipple past his lips. He tongues the pebbled point before sucking.Hard.Electric shocks shoot outward and I tremble in his grasp. His chuckle vibrates through me as an added bonus.

“Don’t stop.” Panic rattles me when the pressure fizzles. My hands shoot up to cradle his head against me.

Brody detaches from my nipple to give the other equal attention. “Tell me you feel this.”

Agreement clenches my inner muscles. “I do.”

His groan is gratifying to my unraveling composure. “Whose cock are you riding?”

“Yours, husband.”

He presses several kisses against my chest. “Is this real between us?”

I falter, afraid to admit too much. “Give me more.”

He pistons his hips. “Every inch is yours, whether you admit it or not.”

“How many”—I gasp at his harsh invasion—“inches is that exactly?”

“We can measure when I’m done with you.” He increases his speed, timing each stroke to the bull’s bucks.

“Harder,” I whimper.

“Not gonna last with your bare pussy strangling my dick.” Brody clamps my tortured nipple between his teeth. “Not to mention these tits in my face. Damn, you’re perfection.”

Those semi-sweet words inject a thrill into my bloodstream. I want him to lose control. That’s why I begin riding his cock like it’s a race to finish. Give me a whip and I’ll make us go even faster.

My competitive spirit knocks Brody’s hat off my head, allowing me the freedom to really move. His jaw clenches as he tries to hold on. I almost laugh, but he swipes at my clit. The unexpected stimulation throbs in an unrelenting pulse.

Between the mechanical rocking and Brody’s fuckery, I’m coaxed to let go. My hips swivel to gain more friction. His motions become jerky as relief nears. We battle for control but it’s useless. The push and pull sends us soaring. I squeeze around him just before toppling over the edge. That clench triggers his release and he’s tumbling along with me.

A burst of heat rushes in, whisking me away into oblivion. Brody jerks underneath me while he succumbs to his own pleasure. Minutes pass in silence. Only our rapid breathing proves that we survived such an extreme climax.

His soothing touch coasts along my back as awareness returns. I shiver and cuddle closer. In the afterglow, I feel like a blob of jelly.

“You won, Twinkles.” His voice is groggy while he shuts off Bucky.

I pry myself off him to admire his relaxed features. “Really?”

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