Page 51 of I’m Fine Save Me (The Spiral Duet #1)

When I enter the master bedroom, I open the door quietly to see my naked wife spread out on the bed.

Morgan texted me less than twenty minutes ago, so I know she hasn’t been like this too long.

There’s not a lube bottle in sight, so they didn’t get into any anal play.

She was definitely wet enough not to need it for anything else.

I’m solid as steel just looking at my wife and knowing that she got every ounce of pleasure she needs. I’m also determined to give her a little bit more.

Quietly, I undress. Once I’m naked, I stroke my cock in a slow movement.

She’s absolutely gorgeous. Her legs are still partially hanging over the edge of the bed, one arm draped over her ribs, the other resting by her head.

Her dark brown hair is a full mess that screams “just been fucked”.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say Morgan showed up and actually fucked my wife into a coma.

I trust them both with our arrangement. I know this is simply the product of the dirty mouth Morgan has, and that toy that was worth every goddamn penny.

Slowly, I sink down to my knees, one hand still slowly stroking my cock while I press tender kisses on her sticky inner thighs. Then scent of sex is strong , and knowing that it’s all her is fucking intoxicating.

She stirs slightly with a little moan that makes me smile while trailing my kisses a little higher. Every new spot I kiss and lick the taste of her release from her skin ears little murmurs that slowly grow more coherent.

“Coop?” she whispers just before my fingers spread her pussy open.

I drag my tongue along the full length of her slit, flicking her clit with the barbell in my tongue.

“Oh god…” she hisses, clearly sensitive from her time with the other man in her life. “Mmmhmmm… Expecting someone else, beautiful?” I tease and flick my piercing against her clit again, making her gasp softly.

She has to be quiet because she knows Hannah is sleeping; but I know she also holds back for my benefit. I don’t feed off of her sounds like Morgan does, and I have to marvel at the way my wife adjusts to the change in dynamic.

“How many did he wring out of you, hm?”

She shivers while I suck her clit between my lips, pinning it between them, and batting it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. Her head rolls back against the pillows, burying her hands behind them as she arches her back.

Easily, her legs shift to rest over my shoulders and I grip her hips to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. She tastes like heaven. So sweet with that little tang of spice that is my Tegan, and she smells fucking divine.

My girl overwhelms me in every way, and if I could choose how I die, it would be just like this. My face buried in her pretty cunt and drinking my fill until my last breath.

Her hips lift and grind into my ministrations before she finally answers. “Six…”

My lips pull away from her clit with a sucking pop that makes her groan. Grinning down at her, my hands rub along her thighs that frame my face. “How many more do you have in you, Mrs. Michaels?”

“Cooper…” My name is a soft exhale from her lips that makes my grin spread into a full blown smile.

“All used up?” I flick my tongue against her clit again just to feel her thighs tense around my head. “Mmm, I didn’t think so.”

I love how worked up she gets from me talking, even if I know I can’t pull off the dirty talk. I can at least give her a little teasing before my mind solely focuses on our bodies.

My name falls from her lips again in a pleading tone, and I lower my mouth to her pussy. Dragging my tongue through her and tasting the mess she made of herself with a low groan.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet, baby.”

Gently, I push her legs off my shoulders, one at a time and crawl up onto the bed to hover over her. She lifts her feet to brace on the mattress, how I imagine she was earlier today, and she cradles my hips with those silky thighs.

The woman is a goddess and doesn’t even realize it.

I lean down and press my lips against hers.

A shiver coursing down my spine when she licks the taste of herself from my lips.

Her tongue soon tangles with mine in a deep, heated kiss.

She’s worn out, so it inflates my ego to know she still wants me when Morgan’s no doubt given her everything she could physically need.

“Cooper, please. I need you inside me. Let me feel you, baby.”

Her words dispel any doubt that could try to take root, and I grind my cock against her aching slit. She’s so wet that it’s tempting to just bury myself to the hilt and find my release.

The selfish part of my brain wants me to just get mine, she’s already gotten hers six times over, but I fight it back. I want her to lose herself in me too. I want to earn her pleasure too. So I continue grinding against her, my piercing teasing her clit with every slow glide along her slit.

My cock is coated in her arousal. When I look down between our bodies to take in the sight of her pussy cradling my length, I shudder in pleasure. That drop of precum already leaking from the tip is evidence of just how much this woman affects me.

“Fuck, Tegs…Look at us.”

She obeys, looking down between us and biting back her moan at the sight. That little sound emboldens me. I reach between us to grip my cock, pressing the head against her clit and rubbing it in tight circles with my pierced tip.

“Oh god, Coop… fuck..” she hisses out, despite her attempt not to make any sounds, but I’m determined not to be distracted today.

I continue using my cock like a toy against her clit as she wriggles and writhes beneath me. I’m not used to her being this sensitive or nearly this worked up so quickly.

My girl, I’ve learned over the years, takes a bit more foreplay than I can sometimes accomplish; but right now she’s needy, sensitive, soaked, and her body is begging for pleasure.

Her hips lift, silently begging for me to slide inside of her, but the way she’s moving so desperately makes me want to drag this out a big longer.

I sit up on my knees, continuing the pressure on her clit while my other hand slides just a bit lower.

I slide two fingers into her drenched pussy.

Watching her head roll back and her back arch.

The position has her presenting her tits to me, and has another bead of precum smearing over her clit with my own groan escaping me.

I release my cock and lean over her again to take one of her peaked nipples into my mouth. Teasing the hardened bud with my tongue ring, I curl my fingers inside of her and set her off. She covers her mouth to moan into it while she rides out a release I hadn’t even realized was already building.

The sight of my wife riding that climax breaks any resolve I had the illusion of possessing. In the next minute my fingers have been replaced with the head of my cock, and I’m sinking deep inside her tight, fluttering cunt. My teeth grit together at the way she clenches up around me.

“Fucking hell, Tegs.”

I pull my hips back and thrust back into her, knowing my piercing is rubbing against her g-spot just from the way her thighs tighten on my hips.

She holds onto the underside of the pillow beneath her head, which has her tits bouncing with every thrust of my hips. The visual of this gorgeous woman beneath me, holding on to keep herself anchored, feeds my desire even more.

Thrust after thrust, I drive myself deeper into my wife who bites her bottom lip, keeping her whimpers and moans to a minimum even though her body is quivering.

She’s so fucking perfect.

Hooking one of her legs over my arm, I open her up a bit more and shift the angle to truly start driving into her.

“Cooper… oh fuck, Coop.”

Her cries are so quiet like she’s trying not to get loud; but I can hear just how close she’s getting as I continue driving into her tight heat.

The hot clench of her around my cock nearly has me seeing stars.

I know I won’t last much longer. Reaching down, I press my thumb against her clit.

That’s all it takes to have her pulling the pillow from under her head to bury her face into it to muffle her moans.

I lose myself, her spasming cunt milking my release from me on my next thrust.

I snatch the pillow away from her and claim her mouth with mine while I explode inside of her.

Her hands tangle into my hair, pulling it free of the topknot it had been twisted into.

The dirty blonde strands fall down around our faces and she kisses me like I’m her lifeline. I kiss her back just the same.

That’s what she is, my lifeline in a fucked up storm.

I love feeling her around me again. That slick, heated silk sensation of her pussy contracting around me in aftershocks of pleasure while her tongue glides against mine.

When we both finally need to breathe, her lips break from mine just enough to whisper in softly panted words. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.” I rest my forehead against hers, remaining buried deep inside her body.

Days like today make all the bad ones before it worth it, and all the bad days after less bleak.

“When I can feel my legs again, we will shower together.”

She laughs softly and nods, lighting up my life just a little bit more with that beautiful sound.