Page 54 of Splintered Security
My wife.
If the sheer pleasure around my cock weren’t the most delicious torture I’d ever known, her head thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the column of her neck as she moans, would be. It’s every wet dream, every fantasy. The beauty below me, taking all of me, wanting all of me.
I commit this moment to memory. Utter perfection laid out beneath me, surrounding me, filling my vision, my nostrils, and my ears. It’s a symphony of the best sounds I could ever imagine.
“Move, Ren.” Her hand cups my jaw as her thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Please.”
“For you, Annika Gallo, I’ll do anything.” I kiss her palm and move, thrusting hard and deep.
Her pussy squeezes me like a vise. A slick, hot vise that is temptation and fulfillment at the same time.
It’s hard, but not rough. Her pussy is so primed and her body so sated that she’s open and soft.
“Ren, I—” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but holds my eyes, meeting me thrust for thrust. I throw her legs around my back and slide a hand under her waist only to watch her eyes close in pleasure.
“Yes, Wife?”
When I thumb her clit, she wordlessly seizes around me. Her neck arches and her tits bounce as I piston in and out of her. The eroticism of it. My Anni, my wife, taking my cock deep inside her, choking me—it’s all too much and fire races down my spine. I come hard knowing she’s mine.
There will never be another woman after her.
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Anni
I’ve had some firsts. Only one is worth mentioning—Ren’s warm body folded over mine, his cum slick inside me. He glides in and out as if to soothe my ache, not to prolong it. I’ve come more times than I can count. I can barely keep my eyes open, but hearing him shout “Mine” as he came? Well, that does something.
It’s a permanent brand on my soul.
It’s everything.
My eyes drift shut in contentment and exhaustion then flutter as Ren dips to place a kiss on my forehead.
“Be right back.”
He slides out, and I can’t stop my mewl of protest. There’s beautiful agony in him leaving my body. The loss of him, the emptiness without him, the thick head of his cock stretching me as he withdraws. I roll to one side, curling enough to drift off to sleep.
Water kicks on far away, and the thought flits through my brain that I need a shower. I’m too tired, though. Tomorrow. I can shower tomorrow. “Bath time, apparently, makes Ren horny.”
A soft chuckle ripples in the air from far away, but something warm and wet at my center wakes me. “Cleaning you up, baby. Not that seeing me slide out of you isn’t sexy as fuck, but I don’t think you want to sleep like that.”
I mumble my thanks, but am asleep again before I know it.
It’s dark when I wake. I’m the little spoon to Ren who’s folded around me like a chrysalis holds a butterfly, nestled and protected. We’re naked, and when I stir, his lips hit my shoulder. “You okay, Sunshine?”
I nod, but something in me feels hollow. I don’t know what it is. I can’t put my finger on what caused it, but it’s an emptiness that borders on pain. I nuzzle my ass back into Ren, feeling the heat of him at my back.
I grasp his hand wrapped around me and push it toward the juncture of my thighs, spreading my knees to give him room. My body slides back to eliminate what little space is between us.
He threads our fingers and uses them to rub my clit.
“What do you want?” his gravelly voice asks.
My reply is quiet. “You. Inside me.”
His knee comes between both of mine, “You ready?”
