“Today?”
She smiles and continues. “There’s so much to discuss, but I really need to be close to you for a few minutes. Is that alright?”
“How’s your stomach? You feeling okay?” Her fingers run down my chest, which means she’s doing well. “Mmm, it feels like it’s been a month since I’ve been inside...”
Flashing one of her sexiest grins; she pushes me onto the bed before I have a chance to finish my sentence. “Yeah, if this were a novel, it’d be close to a hundred pages since we’ve fucked,” she says. “Now strip. Take off those boxers and get under the covers.”
“Shh,” I smile. “We have guests.”
She turns and closes the bedroom door, removes her underwear, and then slides her eager body next to mine. “I know,” she says softly. “Which is why I want you under our comforter and not exposed to the world tonight.”
I do as I’m told. Powerless when she’s spreading pre-cum delicately over the head of my cock.
“Can you be quiet? Or do I need to gag you?” she teases.
“Can you? You’re the loud one,” I say, covering her mouth as she emits an enormous laugh. “Shh. See, I told you,” I whisper. “I know your moans will ricochet throughout our place as soon as you feel my dick rub across your pussy.” I remove my hand and she rests her finger over her mouth as if she’s hushing herself. “You gonna be a good girl?”
She nods and straddles my waist, pulling the comforter over our heads. Her breath is warm as she lingers an inch above my mouth. It’s something she did to me once for nearly an hour. She lingered, ran her breath all over my body, caused my dick to twitch and then detonate without ever being touched. My wife’s a goddess in bed, and she knows it.
“Kiss me,” I request.
“Where?”
I steer her hand to my dick and raise an eyebrow friskily, trying to act all cute and shit.
She shakes her head and trails her fingers up my abdomen, to my nipples, circling them gently before denying my request. “I was just down there this morning. Give and take, Cove.” Her waist slides over my stomach, closer and closer to my face. I grip her thighs and shift lower in the bed.
She hasn’t a clue that licking her clit isn’t just a purely decadent request on her part. Fuck, it’s like I’m in paradise when I pleasure her. A midnight snack for myself, and a pussy tilt-a-whirl ride for her.
She breathes heavily as my tongue glides up the folds of her lips, around her clit, flicking it, caressing it, causing it to become engorged, and then ending deep inside with a rapid lunge. Her flesh and juices smell musky tonight, like a cheap convenience store perfume. Something that I find calming, as if we’re out in the woods amongst the moss and decaying leaves.
God, I’m such a sap when I’m between her legs.
“Stop,” she exhales. “No more or I’ll lose my shit.”
I try not to laugh, gifting her one last skim of my tongue before commenting on her usage of words. “Please don’t shit on me when I’m down here. The last thing I want is a Cleveland Steamer on my chest.”
The top of my head receives a good smack as she falls next to me with a restrained laugh. “You’re such a smartass. Now give me some further loving, but with your cock.”
“Summer loving?”
“I swear, Cove,” she rolls her eyes. “Your erection must be molded out of brain cells.”
“Oh yeah?” I restrain her arms and in the blink of an eye my dick hits home. “So you think all my brain cells are down here right now?” I twist my hips. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
She studies my face, moistens her lips and shakes her head.
“It means I have the most intelligent sperm in the world and our kid’s gonna be a genius.”
This time her penetrating laugh forces me to mask her mouth with a kiss. “Shh, Dove.”
“Listen, husband, you need to shut up and start moving your crazy ass brain cells because they need some exercise and my vagina’s waiting to feel some lovin’. Come on,” she fidgets.
I have no reservations about fucking her hard and fast when she gets so needy, plus I know she’s close to cumming after my tongue swept her clit like a free-wheeling twister on the western prairie. She wants my dick, plain and simple.
Her eyes close when I slip fully inside and takeoff, her orgasm’s close; a sigh is released between us. God, I love her.
We’re quiet, no more words, just heavy breathing and abrupt motions. I kneel and put her legs on my shoulders, having better control and speed in this position. Short thrusts... my hands holding her hips and my dick powering into her. I feel it, she’s cumming. Her eyes shut and her mouth drops open without a sound leaving her body. No gasps, moans, whimpers, or even a breath. Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she cums.
I hold her ankles close until her pulsations slow and she releases her clutch around my cock allowing me the freedom to move again.
“You finished?” I whisper. “Or do you want another?”
She shakes her head and rolls over, placing a pillow under her stomach and spreading her legs for me. Hell yeah, now that’s a welcome sight.
“Well, hello there.” I lean in and she turns her head so I can kiss her cheek. “You know, Dove,” I whisper. “You mean the world to me.”
“I love you too, Cove.”
Her words are like a storm in my head. I’m the one who says I love you more than she does, and it always coats my heart to hear that she feels it too. In this position, with her in my arms and my cock pounding away... I love you in my head, damn, it’s gonna be a quickie.
“Fuck,”
“Shh,” she reminds me.
My face nuzzles her neck as my heart races and my panting begins. Here we go.
I gasp. Huff. Nip at her ear. Can’t stop... and oh... ahh. Fuck yeah.
“Mmm,” she purrs into the mattress. “That’s it, let those brain cells out.”
I drop over her body and laugh. “Soph,” I breathe in sharply, still shooting cum. “Goddamn,” my body shakes and my feet straighten. “Uh, that’s good,” I exhale. “That’s so good, beautiful.”
She snickers jokingly and waits for my breathing to slow before she rolls out, leaving me face down with a smack on my ass.
“That’s not a sexy thing to say when I’m firing my load,” I mumble into the bed.
“But it made you laugh.”
“That it did,” I grin and turn over with my hand under my head. “What a day.”
“No shit.” She disappears into the bathroom leaving me to I stare at the ceiling, thinking about how lucky we all are. David’s gone, Mark won’t be doing any harm, and now that my eyes are open, I can help Haverty. And boy, do I have a plan.
Sophia returns and drags her suitcase further into the dimly lit room as I rest my head on my elbow and watch her naked body kneel before it. It’s a vintage 50s style case, dark red, with a hard exterior and brass hardware. She opens the top and the inside has a plaid lining with its contents hidden underneath a child size blanket.
“What is it, Dove?”
“It’s sad that it all fits in this tiny little case,” she whispers.
“What?”
“My life. What’s left of it, that is. My brother found it with his things when he was visiting my mother. Shit, Cove. I didn’t even know he had moved to another state.”
“It happens. Some families aren’t close.”
She nods and uncovers the contents. Toys, dolls, jewelry, and a small diary with a miniature silver lock are inside.
“I had this thing packed for years just in case I decided to run away. It was set for my big escape. But I never left.”