I slowly nod my head, feeling the heaviness in my sacs from her proximity. I know Rayna and can tell that she’s nowhere close to the level of need that I’m saturated in at this moment, but her stubbornness will never allow her to pass up on the opportunity to pleasure me. I don’t know what my next move will be. I just don’t want to take advantage of her near feeble state.
Rayna lifts her left leg, followed by her right and climbs up my body, hooking her hands at my shoulders until she’s straddling me. Then she uses her tongue, slowly trailing the seam of my lips while she gazes into my eyes. She’s relinquishing her body over to me. She wants to help me in my need of a relief. Her tongue darts into my mouth and I join her in an impassioned kiss. As my hand reaches up to grip her short wavy hair, all I can think is how I could never resist this woman. She’s my weakness, my personal carnal oasis.
Rayna reaches between us to guide the head of my cock to her hot, milky labia, but I’m still hesitant and take my time enjoying her mouth. I slowly taste her freshly minted breath. I eventually rotate us and rest my hands against the wall as her body clings to me. I pull back to observe her again. I want to see if she’s now closer to where I am in need.
Rayna’s eyes dance in mine when she murmurs, “You know you want it, Jacobs,” using my mocking from that night after the Mauve event in the limo.
I rock forward, slamming into her, breaching her tight muscles.
“Ahhhhhh!”
“Gaaaah!”
We cry out together. She’s fucking tight, but damn wet and hot. My cock is twitching inside of her. I’m not ready to move, she feels so snug and I don’t want to hurt my wife.
Shit!
Panting, Rayna urges, “Move, Jacobs!”
“You a’ight?” I can’t believe I’m acting like a *. My self-control is thinning. I’m about to lose it.
“Now!” she screams.
I retract almost entirely and plunge back in, now buried to hilt.
“Mother…fuck!” I growl through gritted teeth. I can feel every muscle in my body strain.
“No! It’s me. Your incredibly hot wife,” Rayna scorns.
Smart ass, aye?
I start grinding, increasing to a jackrabbit rate almost immediately. I feel Rayna’s thighs and arms tighten around me and I can’t stop now. I’m pounding into her, trying to not hit her back against the wall. Even in my caveman state, I know the force I’m pushing out can hurt her. But I can’t drive into her wetness like I need to because I’m not holding onto her, my hands are still on the wall.
I stop and pull Rayna from her grip on me. “No!” she cries.
“Turn around and grip the bench,” I growl to her more on a command than a request.
Rayna scurries into position and before I know it, I’m ramming back into her tight *. I begin my thrusts and in no time, Rayna is moaning. She feels good as fuck. Her walls are recollecting its dweller and welcoming me in as I anchor her at the waist. With each plunge, a flesh smacking sound reverberates off the walls, fueling my ape like dives into her. In next to no time, I feel my orgasm tipping.
“I’m about to blast,” I demand. “Are you close?”
Rayna tosses her head back, indicating her wanton zone. But she shakes her head. That’s odd. But there’s no time to think about it. I’m not going let go until my lady gets hers first. I swing my hand between her thighs in route to her swollen nub. When it’s located, I rub with measured circular movements. Within seconds, Rayna’s head tips back and her moans intensify.
“Fuck, baby!” I cry out, incredibly turned on by her cries of ecstasy. I’m full on impaling into her now. “I’m about to blow!”
“Go…go…I’m com—” her shoulders start to flap and her back jerks up and down feverishly.
Rayna’s legs kangaroo like a rubber band as she convulses all around me. I execute three more plunges before my body jolts, extracting some unfamiliar sound from the back of my throat. My orgasm shoots out of me like fucking rocket in to orbit.
As I rest a moment to catch up with my racing heartbeat, slowly grinding around inside of her, I’m concerned about Rayna not coming from my wood. This is unusual. I’ve always been in control of how she comes and when she comes, and there’s never been a time when she hasn’t orgasmed from penetration. I don’t dwell on it too long because if I do, it’ll start to fuck with my mind.
It already has.
Later that evening, Rayna and I are in the kitchen, preparing for dinner. Rayna’s plating the food, stuffing her face with carrots, blueberries, rolls—anything in her line of sight. This is indication of her recovery. She gets the munchies after a good smash session.
“You wanna eat here in the kitchen?” she asks as I observe the menu for the upcoming month.
“Sure,” I answer half-heartedly. “Why are there such heavy meals for next month?”