Michael picked Lily up into his arms and stepped back to drop onto the sofa in their hotel suite. “Lily, I love you. I know things have been difficult with having three kids under three, but I’m not going anywhere. You’ll always have me even when I’m a frustrated dick.”
Lily started to chuckle, which eventually turned into a fit of laughter. “Frustrated dick. Do you get it?”
Michael grinned, and admitted, “Well, I guess that was an accurate description.”
“Let’s not go out and eat. I want to stay here with no one else around. I want to make love all night.”
Michael was certainly up for that.
“I have something for you,” he admitted. His dick ached with just the thought of seeing Lily in the lace he’d bought.
“An early Christmas present?” Lily sat up, her eyes sparkled as they widened when she felt the rock beneath her bottom.
Lily wiggled as he gripped her hips and held her still. “I want you so badly that a few more wiggles and I’ll come in my pants.”
“Mmm.”
“Lily,” he growled and put her on her feet. Michael followed and retrieved his gift from where he’d hidden it in his overnight bag.
He held it, with one finger, out to Lily, who had a secret smile on her lips as she took it from him.
“I’ll change in the bathroom.”
Michael sighed in relief once his wife was out of view. He hadn’t lied about coming in his pants. He was so hard that Lily was lucky he hadn’t tackled her to the floor.
While she was in the bathroom, he made quick work of his clothes and sprawled out on top of the bed to wait for her in his naked glory.
His cock throbbed for relief, and his arousal dripped from the plump crown to his stomach. He was half tempted to rub one off before she appeared so that he had some control. He knew it would only take a few strokes before he came.
Too late, though.
The door opened slowly before Lily stood unsure in the doorway to the bathroom, her arms across her chest.
Michael smiled, and tried to hold himself in check at the sight of his beautiful wife. She made his heart beat wildly in his chest and his dick jerked as though an electric shock had struck it. Very soon, Lily was going to find out just how desperate he was for her when he came all over himself without a touch.
He closed his eyes, but that didn’t calm him. If anything, it made him worse. So when he snapped his eyes open and saw Lily still in the doorway, he said, “Let your arms drop. I want to see all of you.”
She hesitated, biting her lip before she dropped her arms.
He couldn’t catch his breath as Lily bared her breasts to him and walked forward. They swayed as she walked, her nipples large, dark cherries, hard and prominent. He couldn’t move his eyes as his dick bounced with excitement.
He was about to come.
He scooted to the end of the bed, reached for Lily, and impaled her. The head of his dick hit her cervix—he was that deep. He still couldn’t catch his breath, and, as Lily pressed her breasts against his chest, he started to come. His hands flexed on Lily’s hips as he ground up into her. His jizz wouldn’t stop, and then he felt Lily’s walls as they rippled along his length. She gasped and started moaning into his neck as her orgasm claimed her. She milked him and didn’t let up until one last burst of jizz shot out. They collapsed against each other as she kissed his jaw.
“Wow. We were both starved, huh?” Lily giggled.
“Fuck me,” Michael murmured as he held his wife tightly in his arms.
He was still hard inside her, and, with some maneuvering, he managed to get them further up the bed with his dick still buried in his wife’s hot sheath.
*
As he loomed over her, he gently rocked back and forth, creating a delicious friction inside her. Lily had no idea that Michael had been so turned on that he would come the minute he was buried deep. For that matter, she’d had no idea that she was that ready to come with him.
She’d been surprised at the outfit Michael had bought her, but she shouldn’t have been really because he loved her teasing him. The outfit certainly did that with the split cups over her breasts. She was lucky because her breasts had stayed firm even though they’d grown drastically since she’d been pregnant with Sirena. Of course, they held milk for their daughter, but Michael was a breast man so, no doubt, they did things to him that he’d never admit to her, or would he?
“I take it you like the outfit.” She grinned up at him.
“Yes,” he croaked, his eyes fixed on her breasts that still burst free of the outfit.