I could come inside her right now, hearing her say that.
I grab her waist, pulling her down hard on my cock. "You're mine all the time, Cassie. Don't forget it."
"I'm so close, Colton."
The words that never fail to send me over the edge. I grip her tightly, pulling her down forcefully onto me as her pussy tightens. A whimper escapes her lips, and she grabs my hand, wrapping her lips around two fingers and sucking them to mute the sound.
I'm going to store a mental image of this in my head for times when I'm at away games – my wife, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, her shirt torn open, her expression the one she makes when she's coming, sitting on my cock with my fingers in her mouth.
Then she drives her pussy down on my cock again and I grab her waist with one hand, pushing her down hard against me and letting go inside her in a surge of heat that nearly knocks the wind out of me.
"Better?" she asks, looking down at me and grinning.
"You mean, am I less stressed out?"
"Yep."
She looks proud of herself. She should be.
"I'm going to need a lot more of that to be less stressed out."
"Then you'd better get moving on it," she says. "We have a long night ahead of us."
48
Cassie
"Sweet mother of –" Colton says from where he stands behind me.
"I told you I was serious," I say, smiling as I look at the assortment of sex toys on the bed. I turn around to face him, placing my hands on his massive pecs and he flexes them repeatedly one at a time for my benefit, the way he always does because he thinks it's funny. "Let's work out your stress."
"I'm going to get stressed out more often," he decides, his voice deep as he slides his hands underneath my skirt.
"We'll have to work on prevention," I say, taking his hand.
"I think I dropped the ruler on the side of the road, but if I had it I'd spank you for being naughty." His hand skims my ass cheek. We didn't make it home without a pit stop.
"Make it up to me in the shower," I say, leading him into the bathroom. I get a little ping of "holy crap" when I walk in here, every time. Colton redid the bathroom a year ago for me, putting in a giant tub and a huge shower that could fit both of us.
"After I clean you off, I'm going to get you filthy again," Colton whispers in my ear.
"I'm counting on it."
He delivers on that promise. Throwing me onto the bed, he pulls me to the end of the mattress and buries his face between my legs without a word. His tongue my clit over and over again, and then inside me with the expertise of a man who knows exactly how to play my body. This is a man who approaches sex with the same laser focus with which he approaches football.
Basically, he's fucking fantastic at it.
I'm putty in his hands, a quivering mess when he pulls me to my knees without letting me come. He spins me around, my back to him, and grabs both pigtails in his hands, yanking me hard against him. His cock presses into the side of my ass cheek, and the throbbing between my legs grows incessantly from the anticipation.
When he runs his palms over my shoulders and down my arms, I shiver. Nine years, two kids, and three dogs later, he still makes me shiver.
I adore this man.
He pauses, his mouth close to my ear. "What?" he asks, like he senses what I'm thinking.
"I love you."
"Right back at you, sweetheart," he says, slipping a vibrator inside me. He doesn't turn it on yet, but I know what he wants to do and the thought makes me moan. "Put your hand between your legs," he orders, his voice gruff, and I press the vibrator inside me, my palm against my clit, not moving because I don't want to come. Not yet.
I look over my shoulder at him, watching him coat his cock in so much lube it glistens. I lean forward as he spreads my ass cheeks, slapping me hard on the ass before he puts the tip of his cock against my hole.
"Naughty tutor," he says, bringing his hand down on me again. The blow vibrates through me all the way to my core and my muscles clench hard around the vibrator.
"Schoolgirl," I correct him.
Colton growls. "Next time, we play naughty professor."
"Colton," I warn, urgency in my voice. If he keeps spanking me, I'm not going to be able to keep from coming, and I want him inside me when I do. "Stop dicking around and put your cock in me."
He slaps my ass one more time for good measure. "Quit being so bossy, Cassie." He puts a hand in the middle of my back and pushes me forward so that my body is angled down and my ass is in the air.
The cold from the lube makes me tense up, but only for a second, before he works his way inside me, so slowly — the way he does, taking his sweet time. My eyes water when my rim burns, but only for a second.