Page 92 of Love Wells Kept

We’re in the cabin I rented. Kate and I ate pizza, made out, and fucked in this bed. And now—I press my mouth to my arm to muffle my panting. Instinctively, my hips drive forward, and I remember my cock’s currently swathed in Kate’s tight pussy.

Based on how difficult it is to keep my eyes open, we can’t have been asleep for more than an hour or two.

The comforter’s askew, sheets twisted around our ankles, exposing her creamy skin and endless curves. I stifle a moan, trying to keep my hips from bucking out of control, despite the way my dick’s twitching against her ridged walls.

Her muscles flutter around me, and Kate lets out the softest, sweetest moan. Her hips roll until my cock’s halfway out of her pussy, then another shift has me gliding with ease into her wet heat. My wife’s practically dripping. I’m sure there’s a wet spot somewhere between us on the sheets.

She moans a little louder, and my hips move a little of their own accord. My dick’s aching for relief.

“Kate.” I mutter her name, delirious.

Her tight pussy squeezes around my cock again, and my head lists forward to rest on her shoulder. She wasn’t wrong about this being incredibly intimate. It’s also cozy, soothing. It feels like the ultimate way to reconnect with my wife—she’s trusting me to keep her safe, make her feel loved and protected. And the brute caveman part of me likes that it’s my dick shoved inside her, claiming her. She’s my wife. Mine.

Then I hear her yawn, and that’s when my eyes perk up like I’ve received a direct shot of caffeine to my bloodstream. People don’t yawn in their sleep.

“Kate,” I try again. “You awake, gorgeous?”

I know she said half the fun is seeing how far you can get without waking the other person, but all I want is to hear her voice, raspy from sleep, saying my name as she gets herself off.

Barely audible, she strings together something entirely incoherent. The way she starts grinding my cock into her is a damn good indication she’s awake, though.

A moan hums low in my throat. Languid heat melts over me. “Oh, Kit. You’re making a mess of my cock right now. Too horny to wait until morning, hrm?”

My arm wraps around her waist, fingers tingling with the need to touch her. There’s a smear of wetness in her soft hair down there, which tells me she’s been awake and touching herself for a while. The pleasure racing through me when I awoke likely has something to do with that.

She was right. This is the best way to be woken up.

“Couldn’t sleep with my thick cock inside you?”

“It was”—she exhales hard through her nose—“too much. I thought I’d…I—”

“Oh, Kate, baby…You thought you’d get yourself off on me while I slept?” I smile against her bare shoulder. “Thought you’d use your husband like your toy? Show me what you thought you’d do.”

She melts back against me, sinking a tiny bit deeper. Rocking her hips back and forth until the wet sound of skin slapping makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle. I sink my teeth into her shoulder with a groan of ecstasy.

If this is what being her husband was like for the last sixteen years, it’s no wonder why I never felt the need to be more adventurous. This is fucking sexy as hell.

“You told me to wake you up like this.”

“Such a good wife,” I pant against her skin.

Kate’s ass bounces against my lap, picking up speed and jiggling in a way that makes me want to bite it. My fingers slap the side of her butt, then squeeze hard around her hip. The horny whine that follows tells me she likes that.

My fingers rap against her plump ass a little harder. Her back bows as she moans a raw, fervid, “Oh, God.”

Oh, she loves that.

A hum of approval reverberates in my chest. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

Tightening around me like a vise, she nods frantically against the pillow. “Y-yes.”

She quietly moans my name into her pillow. Begging for it harder. Begging to come.

Moaning, nails leaving crescent marks in my forearm, she’s bucking her hips so I’m balls deep inside her tight cunt. My spine tingles. She’s so slippery and warm, and I need her to come before I do. I need it now.

“Tease that pretty little clit for me,” I rasp, losing myself in the feel of her riding me.

My teeth drag along the ridge of her shoulder, then turn to kisses on the nape of her neck. A few short bits of her hair are curled from sweat, and goosebumps speckle her salty skin. Within seconds of shoving her hand between her legs, she’s pulsing around me and a tremor rattles through both of us.