Page 36 of Draped in Plaid
Her body was warm, supple, against mine. I kneaded her hip, gripped her buttock. She lifted her leg around my thigh, hooking her foot there, sliding the wet heat of her sex over my rigid cock.
My heart skipped a beat. Breath ceased. I growled low in my throat, ready to spend right then and there. But I had to hold on a little while longer.
Emma moaned into my mouth. “What is happening?”
“I dinna know, love. Only that I want ye. That the lunatic wants me to want ye.”
“There is nothing wrong with wanting.” She ground her hot sex against my cock, sending frissons of erotic ecstasy racing within my body. Gripping me.
“Nothing wrong. Feel so right.” I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my hips, my cockhead right on the seam of her cunny. “I mean to have ye. Right here. Right now.”
“Take me.”
I drove my cock deep inside her hot, wet, tight sex.
“Fuck…” I breathed out, all inhibitions gone. “Ye feel like heaven.”
“Fuck me hard, Logan.”
I captured her moan with my lips, plunging my tongue deep, the same way I plunged my cock. This was where I wanted to be always, deep inside my woman. Her legs wrapped around me. My arms cupping her sexy rear. Her cunny tight on my cock.
Our moans filled the air of the small chamber, our bodies hot and needy as I we rocked together.
I no longer knew where I was, or who was there watching, only the feel of my wife surrounding me.
“Oh, I’m coming,” Emma moaned. Her body tightened around me, her cunny vibrating against my cock and sending me into a tailspin. But I didna want to come inside her. Not yet. I didna want this to end.
“Emma,” I growled, trying to slow, but the way she hooked her legs around me, the way she bounced off my cock, her hips moving like a gale storm, there was nothing I could do but let my own release take over.
Hot seed shot deep inside her body. But that did not cease my desire or need, it only seemed to intensify. I plunged into her again and again, harder, faster.
“Don’t stop,” she said, already on the edge of orgasming again.
“Never,” I moaned out. I cupped her breasts, slid my tongue along her creamy flesh to the turgid pink tip. I teased that bundle of hardened nerves, then sucked gentle, rough. Used my teeth to scrape…
I wanted to taste her.
I pulled out of her body and dropped to my knees. I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and hoisted her back up into the air, tasting the essence of her, of me, of us both. Her skin was hot, wet, velvet. Thighs quivered around my head, moans filled the air. Emma came hard on my face, her netherlips quivering along the length of my tongue. Her cries filled the air, made me want her all the more. Again and again. I slid her down my body, until that hot cunny was right on the tip of my shaft and I plunged deep, my head falling against her shoulder where I licked and sucked at her sweet, salty flesh.
I was never going to get enough. In and out. Hard. Fast. Hot. Wet.
I made sweet, hot love my wife as though my life depended on every thrust.
And maybe it did…
