Which meant he was ready to explode.
“Stay there,” she whispered, with a last brush of the ostrich feather over his chest, nipples and stomach. Then she carefully climbed off of him and the bed, and headed into the bathroom to check the tub.
“Leah!” he shouted.
She smiled as she turned off the water since it was over the level it needed to be for two people. Water would be spilled but it would be worth it.
Now they needed to hurry up before it turned cold.
But she didn’t hurry, she took her time. Before she stepped out of the bathroom she said, “You better not have moved. I have a photographic memory.”
“I would know if you did!” he shouted, sounding very frustrated.
“I just never told you because I was waiting for the right moment.” She stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the bed. “And now it is...” She gasped dramatically. “You moved!”
“No, I didn’t!”
“No nipple play for you,” she scolded as she went back to the bed.
“Leah,” he groaned.
She climbed back over him, staying on her knees so her wet pussy didn’t touch his skin. She scooched back just enough to hover over his cock, then lowered herself to slide her slick folds along his length.
“Fuck... Leah... please...”
His face was flush, his eyes dark and unfocused, his body slightly trembling.
“Well, since you said ‘please’...” She picked the chain off his chest and held it within her fingers, but not pulling, which was what he wanted. She scraped her fingernail over the tips of both nipples, pulling a groan from him. Lifting her hips again, she reached down to grab his pulsing cock, and adjusted herself until the slick head of it was tucked right between her folds. She slid the crown back and forth a couple times, his eyes fluttering closed and his jaw getting tight.
In one combined motion, she yanked hard on the chain at the same time she sank down. His back arched away from the bed, but he managed to keep his legs and arms in the starfish pose, where she told him to keep them.
She was impressed he could do it.
She continued to pull on the chain, the gold hoops stretching his nipples to the point they couldn’t stretch anymore. He groaned again, even louder, his head rolling back and his hips pressing upward, driving himself deeper inside her.
“Oh fuck... I’m going to come.”
She yanked harder on the chain—knowing his flesh wouldn’t rip, but still always worried it would—and rode his cock, taking her time, rising and falling in a leisurely manner, knowing he’d prefer her pace to be much quicker.
“Leah.” Her name turned into a low moan. “I’m going to come.”
“Wait for me.”
“I need to come,” he begged.
“Wait for me,” she said again, softly.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. When I tell you, you can come deep inside me.”
“Yes,” he hissed, lifting his head off the pillow. “I need that.”
She did, too.
“How soon?”
“Hush!”
He slammed his head back into the pillow and released a growl.
Dropping the chain, she leaned forward, unhooked it and tossed it aside, making him whimper. Planting her hands on his chest, she snagged both nipple rings between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted as hard as she could. His head, as well as his hips, shot up again, the tendons in his neck straining scarily, almost knocking her off balance. She managed to stay with him and began to ride him faster.
She wanted to come a third time.
“Oh fuck,” he forced between gritted teeth, his eyes rolling back and his hips following an opposite direction than hers. When she rose, he’d drop his hips. Until she finally slammed down hard on him, grinding in a circle and her orgasm peaking and tumbling down around her, dragging her with it.
“Come,” she cried out.
He grunted and slammed up into her, holding his hips off the bed, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
She had closed her eyes during the pinnacle, but after a few moments she opened them, seeing complete satisfaction covering her husband’s face. She released his nipples and kept her balance with her hands on his chest when he lowered himself back to the bed.
Without permission, he moved, quickly wrapping his arms around her and rolling her over until he was nose to nose with her. He whispered, “I fucking love you.”
She smiled, brushing her fingers along the damp, short dark hairs on the side of his head. “You should after that.”
“We need them to watch the kids more often.”
He would get no argument about that from her. “Agreed.”
“We also need to get in the Jacuzzi before the water turns cold. It’ll be nice to soak my muscles while I recover and can fuck you again. This time with me in control.”
“I also agree with those statements.”
He brushed a kiss over her lips. “I can’t ever get enough of you.”
“I love you, Marc.”
“I know. I feel and see it every day. I’ve got the best life, baby. I’ve got no complaints.”
“Unless a dog’s licking your balls.”
“Or shitting in my shoes.”
“Or one of the boys vomits in your lap.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Or has stuff coming out of both ends at the same time.” He made a gagging sound.
“Okay, I’m done with this game.”
He pressed a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Me fucking, too.”
Marc rolled off the bed and held his hand out to Leah. She took it and groaned as he helped her to her feet, escorted her into the bathroom and turned on the jets in the full tub.
He kept a firm grip on her hand as she climbed in, not wanting her to slip, then followed her into the warm water. Before he sat down, he leaned past her and pulled up the blinds that covered the large picture window overlooking the back of their small tree farm.
She saw it
