Page 21 of Keeping My Wife
Suddenly she sat up and gripped my shoulders, pushing at me until I stood. She dragged my mouth to hers and reached for my jeans. “Inside me. I need this inside me.” She said harshly against my mouth. “Inside me.”
“It’s okay—” I groaned as she found me, her long fingers circling my shaft. “I wasn’t prepared to do this.” I said against her cheek as she fisted me and made my damn eyes cross.
“Purse.” She said on an oath. “On the chair.”
I stepped back, my dick waving like a damn flag.
Her big green eyes dropped to it and drifted her fingers over the flared head. “Hurry up.”
I spotted it on one of the stools and handed it to her.
She dug into a pocket and waved the foil packet. “Baby shower.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“Surprise baby,” she said on a laugh. “Reminding us to always have one.”
“Bless your friend.” I snatched the packet and with shaking fingers I rolled it down over my shaft.
Her lips twitched. “Purple looks good on you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Purple looks better on you.” I shoved at her sweater. “Better on the floor though.”
She unbuttoned my flannel shirt and hauled it off my shoulders until I had only a white tank on. “Off.”
We fumbled with my clothes until we were both naked save for her fuzzy socks and my jeans around my ankles.
She drew me close. “You are distressingly good at this.”
“All so I could do this to you.” I thrummed my fingers over her clit in the way I already knew she liked.
She hissed and opened her legs. “Go slow.”
And I did.
Achingly slow because I wanted to remember the first time she clasped around me. I wanted to watch it the whole time, but instead I watched her face. Our eyes locked as I stretched her over me.
She gripped my shoulders, her nails biting down. “Fuck.”
“Next time. This time, slow.”
I rolled my hips until I was fully seated and stayed there until she was used to me. I gripped her hips as I slowly drew back and then sunk into her again.
Her face softened as the easy pace bloomed between us in direct opposition for the wild of the first orgasm.
I wanted to drown in those green eyes.
This first time and every time.
Her breath caught and I could feel the line of sweat down my spine as I kept up the excruciatingly slow pace. As she rippled around me, I held onto the last bits of sanity left inside of me. Her arms wrapped around me, and she fused her mouth to mine, a moan traveling inside of me and trapping itself into my chest.
I was so fucking screwed.
I banded one arm around her back and the other lower to hold us tight as I pulsed inside of her.
Finally, my iron control splintered, and I emptied myself into her. Into the latex boundary between us that I suddenly wished gone for the first time in my whole life.
Chapter 6
