never knew possible. She felt so full, so stretched, so delightfully wanton.
As he stroked slowly inside her, Tucker’s hands roamed everywhere-lightly smacking her derriere, moving around to rub her nubbin, scraping his fingernails ever-so-gently against her breasts, tickling against the sensitive flesh in the bend of her elbow. Every touch shot a new surge of pleasure to where they joined.
Vivi pressed her hips back into him, encouraging him to increase his pace. But he continued his slow assault of her senses, driving her mad with need.
With each thrust, his ballocks swung forward and pressed against her button.
She couldn’t take much more of this. Supporting herself with one arm, she moved the other hand down to bring herself to completion.
“ No, my love,” Tucker said, pulling her hand away from her sex.
“ Good God, I need-”
“ I know exactly what you need, Vivi.” He placed her hand back on the bed and drove ever deeper into her body with a grunt. “Trust me to give it to you.”
Her husband withdrew completely from her body then. She nearly sobbed with her need when he moved away from her.
Tucker rolled her over so she was facing him and ran his hand up the back of one of her legs, lifting it high in the air. She looked at him questioningly, but let him do as he would. After all, Vivi had asked him to teach her.
He slid forward until his knees lifted her bum slightly and stretched her lifted leg over his shoulder. Her other leg, he draped over his thigh, pressing it wide with his hand. And then he was inside her again, deeper than ever before and thrusting in a frenzied pace.
Vivi’s breasts bounced with each movement and his eyes stayed on them. The pressure against her button was enough to send her into madness in short order. When he shifted his position slightly, suddenly he was ramming against some unknown, delightful place in her womb. She cried out with each stab until she fell off the edge of the earth into paradise.
SIX
When her pussy quivered in ecstasy around his cock, Tucker nearly lost his last thread of control. Almost. But not quite.
Humping her from behind had been exhilarating, but he’d wanted to be deeper with a driving force he couldn’t explain. He’d needed to touch her special place and wanted to see her eyes when he found it.
It didn’t hurt that putting her in this position also allowed him to enjoy the performance of her heaving globes. The harder he drove into her, the more active those lovely mounds became.
Her cries of pleasure almost did him in, as well. For long moments, Vivi called out her release as he thrust into her repeatedly. Eventually, her rich, brown eyes returned to their normal state, only a deeper, intensified version of normal.
“ Touch yourself for me, Vivi.”
She reached tentative hands to her breasts and started to fondle herself. Which, admittedly, was a lovely sight. But not what he wanted.
“ Your cunny, love. Rub your cunny for me. I want to see you frig yourself until you come again.”
The little nubbin was swollen and erect, almost like a tiny cock. Tucker held tight to her ankle, pressing her upward leg slightly to the side for a better view as his sweet, little wife masturbated herself in front of him for the second time that night. This time, she was doing it knowingly.
Vivi locked her gaze on him as she rubbed her button, never looking away. As stimulated as she was, it only took a few strokes before her honeypot was squeezing the life out of him again. This time, he pushed into her one last time and spilled with a shout that could wake half the abbey, filling her tight gash with a massive load.
When he gathered his wits about him again, Tucker rolled off of her and pulled her back against him, nestling her firm arse against his hips. Vivi fell asleep within moments, and he buried his nose in her hair until he, too, finally dozed.
He awoke in the morning with his staff risen to full attention, the lips of his wife working hard at lengthening it more than it already was.
Tucker pulled her to lay on top of him and kissed her. “So did you enjoy our adventures last night then?” he asked with a laugh.
Vivi squirmed and tried to position herself in a way that her gash could join with his prick, but he wouldn’t let her yet. He kept his hands in place against her hips, locking her where she was.
She pouted at him. “Clearly, I did.” Finally, she ceased her struggles and traced a finger over his chest. When she brushed over his nipple, it hardened and her eyes widened. She looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Why have we never made love like that before?”
Tucker put a hand over hers to stop her diversionary tactics and chuckled. “I didn’t want to scare you with my needs. I wanted you to be comfortable with each new step.”
She tugged her hand, but he wouldn’t release it. Vivi narrowed her eyes at him playfully, then sucked on the nipple she’d just been playing with, rolling it lightly between his teeth.
He groaned and rolled over, trapping her beneath him. “I take it you’re comfortable.” Then he worked his wife into a frenzy and made love to her again, trying out another position she’d been unfamiliar with up to that point. After all, there were many positions to try, and they wouldn’t be expected down to break their fast for at least an hour.
How many methods of lovemaking could they test in an hour? Tucker wasn’t sure, but he intended to find out.
