I turn my baseball hat backwards, something she has recently liked, and when I pull back so she can get a good look at me, she bites her lips and groans as the tip of my jean-covered cock punches her clit.
“Fuck me with the hat on,” she whispers.
“You always want me to fuck you with the hat on.”
“I know. You look so damn good,” she purrs as she runs her hands down her body, her fingers disappearing under her flimsy shorts, and strokes herself.
“Yeah, you want to get yourself off looking at me, baby?” I grin, sliding down my jeans until my cock springs free.
She nods, or tries to, but she sinks her fingers into her tight channel and watches as I start to stroke myself.
“You see what you do to me? All these years later, and you still get me so fucking hard, I hurt. Do something about it,” I order, guiding my cock to her lips.
She keeps one hand between her legs and descends off the couch, her eyes never leaving mine. She opens her mouth and sucks me down to the root. My hand tangles through her honey brown hair, and I can’t take my eyes away from her as my cock slides in and out of her red lips.
“Just like that,” I encourage her and start to flex my hips a little, shoving a little more length down her throat. “Take that cock, baby. Take it.”
Over the years, I’ve found the dirtier I talk, the faster she comes. It’s gotten worse, or better, depending on how someone looks at it. I can get her off just by whispering sweet filthies into her ear while plucking her nipples.
She hums around my meat, sending tremors through me.
I want more. I forget where we are when the desire hits me ten-fold. I lift her back up to the couch and grab a blanket, tossing it over us as I lay her flat. In one quick motion, I drive home inside her succulent wet channel. I don’t bother taking off her shorts or panties. The drag of the material along the side of my shaft only makes my orgasm get closer. Her moans start to get loud, louder than the music blaring in Lila’s room.
I shove a hand over her mouth, and she latches onto it, trying to pull it off.
With a shake of my head, I pound my wife harder, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. I curl forward and press my lips against her ear. “Just wait until later; I’m going to fuck you again. And again. And again.” Just like I do every night. I grunt in her ear when she suddenly gets a lot wetter.
She usually does right before she comes.
I pull her legs from around my waist and straighten them. This position allows me to get her clit at the same time. Plus, we need to hurry. Having sex in the same house as the kids is never easy when we aren’t in our room.
“Your pussy gets better every day, baby.” Sweat drips down my temple right as her channel clenches down on me.
She lets out a cry, and it is a good thing I have my hand over her mouth, or she would have let the entire world know just how good I make her feel. The feel of her tight walls sucking me further inside has me coming, too. I grunt my release and collapse on top of her.
I push her hair back over her damp forehead and place a soft kiss on those swollen, abused lips. “I love you, Everly.” I keep my cock inside her, knowing that if I pull out now, my come will go everywhere, and I want to be able to grab my t-shirt on the floor to catch it before that happens.
I get lost in her kiss as her tongue strokes mine. Time stands still. My heart aches to be closer. Even right now, I’m not close enough. We don’t know how much time passes as we lay on the couch and just make out.
“Oh my god!” Lila screams, makeup half-on.
“Shit!” I curse, making sure the blanket is wrapped around us. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Knock? This is the living room.” She turns around and crosses her arms. This is so awkward with me being inside Everly. “And you know what? You guys act like you’re twenty. And you’re not. You just need to stop. You’re old. Old people don’t have sex.” She mumbles something about needing to bleach her eyes and slams her door again. “You guys are disgusting,” she yells through her closed door.
“We really need to start having sex in our bedroom, Rowan,” Everly laughs.
I groan with frustration and lay my head on her shoulder. “I know, but when the time is right, the time is right, you know?” I drag my hand up her torso and start playing with her nipples again.
She slaps my hand. “Rowan, seriously? Snap out of it. We are in the living room, covered up with a blanket, and our daughter just caught us having sex. Again. Poor girl knows everything about sex already.”
“I can’t help that her mom is hot, but I promise to only have sex with you in the bedroom from now on or when the kids are not here,” I mutter, knowing that it is a promise we will break. I’ve said that statement five hundred times, and nothing has changed.
“She is scarred for life.”
“It’s not like she saw anything,” I protest.
“Still, it’s always terrible to catch your parents having sex.”
“It’s human nature.” I shrug, looking behind me to make sure my moody teenage daughter is back in her room before I bend down and
