Page 87 of Husband to Go

“But I like having you under me.” He presses his pelvis into mine, edging his sizable erection against my tummy. “Do you like being under me?”

I’m not even going to pretend.

“Yes,” I sigh, bucking a bit under his heavy weight. “Definitely.”

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers before kissing me. I thread my heads into the hair at the back of his neck as he grinds against me, my center catching on fire.

I want to feel more of him. I move my hands down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up for a glimpse of his sculpted abs. Sure enough, they’re there, ridged and hard and I moan a bit at the sight. I break our kiss and caress his stomach, reveling in the washboard feel. This ismy husband.How did I get so lucky?

Meanwhile, Tanner groans and reaches into my panties to feel just how wet I am. I’m probably soaking, and I squirm deliciously. I used to be embarrassed by stuff like that, but Tanner has always encouraged me to be open with my body. With him, I’ve been able to get more of a handle on my sexuality, and I love revving him up in return.

“Are you wet just for me?” he growls.

I smile.

“Only for you, Tanner.”

His fingers enter me, swirling my juices all around. I can hear the slicks sounds of his fingers moving in and out of my channel and I moan breathlessly. My muscles tense, my body filling up with white-hot tingles. I’m rising and rising and rising until Tanner’s thumb presses into my clit and then, the explosion comes.

“Oh god!” I squeal. “Tanner!”

My mouth hangs open as bright flashes of light explode before my eyes, and I gulp air like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile, my pussy clenches on his fingers, squeezing and squeezing with a hurricane of sensation. He groans, thrusting deeper as I pulse.

“Fuck baby, I love feeling you come,” he whispers hoarsely.

Finally, I come down from the stars and pant breathlessly, trying to get oxygen back into my lungs. With a wicked smile, Tanner pulls his fingers out with a slight squelching sound, his hand gleaming in the light.

“You taste sweet, pretty girl,” he rumbles before sucking my juices off his digits. “You want some of this?” he offers.

Oh god, he’s asking if I want to taste my own pussy nectar. Usually, I don’t mind but right now, there’s something else that’s more pressing. I want to move to the next part where Tanner takes me mercilessly as I moan and writhe from the pounding.

“I want you inside of me, now,” is my breathless murmur.

He doesn’t say anything, just rips off my panties before throwing them over his shoulder to land with a wet splat on the wood floor. I can feel him fiddling with his boxers, and then his bare cock presses into my leg. I shudder simply from thinking about what is going to happen next.

Slowly, he eases himself into my tight vaginal passage. Oh god, it still feels so naughty to be doing this. Most people say backdoor fun is the forbidden taboo but because of our history, it’s the front way that makes me feel wicked.

His dick slides into me and I toss my head, opening my thighs wider to welcome him.

“Yes, like that,” I murmur, even as my pussy stretches unbearably. “Oh god, you’re big.”

He growls a bit, his eyes bright.

“I know sweetheart, but your pussy was meant for this. Plus, you’ve had my baby so you know you can stretch. Breathe deep, sweetheart, and it’ll go in easier.”

I mewl beneath him, still tossing a bit. Even five years later, his cock is still mythical to me. The ridges massage me from the inside out, his precum and my juices coating and lubing the two of us. I could never get tired of this, and I try and breathe through my nose while welcoming his massive size.

But being with this man has changed something in me. I’ve been introduced to the dark arts, and I shoot him a naughty look.

“Are you totally lubed?”

He grunts.

“Sweetheart, you’re so wet that I was lubed within two seconds of entering you.”

I push against his broad shoulders so that he pulls out, groaning at the slide. Then, I flip around so that I’m on my stomach and bump my marble peach up against that hard shaft.

“Put it in me,” I whisper while reaching with two hands to spread my buttocks, showing him my back hole. “I want it like this.”