I caught her when her shaking legs failed and pulled her into my arms.
“No passing out yet, I’m only just getting started,” I murmured, and carried her to the wingback chair.
I settled onto the soft leather and cradled her on my lap, swinging her legs to bracket mine so she was straddling me.
I tugged my pants down just enough for my cock to spring free, desperate to be closer to her hot, wet heat.
She slid her hands under my T-shirt, almost shyly. She still had so much to learn about the power she had over me. How I was already her willing servant.
“You want me to take it off?” I teased her, flexing my hips so my cock brushed against her belly.
She nodded. “I like to feel your skin against mine.”
“As you wish,micetta.”
I tugged the T-shirt off and tossed it away, then stilled as Katarina’s hand circled my aching cock.
“All this, just for me?” she teased me back, gently pumping my shaft.
“Everything’s for you, today and every day to come,” I gasped as she got braver and slid a finger across the head of my cock, teasing the slit at the top.
“Show me,” she whispered, just like before. I knew what she wanted. I wanted the same thing. To be connected in all the ways we could. To be one.
I angled my cock straight up, and she rose on her knees and positioned herself over me. Then she was sinking down. Her cunt flexed and stretched around me, resisting letting me in before finally relenting. A thumb to her clit eased my way and made her moan. She’d already come and was so sensitive.
Finally, she was fully impaled on me. My balls pressed against her ass, and her tits pressed into my chest. I pulled her forward into a hug, remaining deep. I wrapped my arms around her. There was nowhere to go from here; we fit perfectly in the chair, joined as we were. I took a deep breath, feeling her heart against mine. I was exactly where I wanted to be... exactly where I wanted to live, really, from now on.
I don’t know how long we sat like that, warmed by the fire, perfectly content. The only thing nagging at my attention was the desperate urge in my balls to come in this woman. To fill her up and maybe, just maybe, plant a seed. We could start our own little family, right here, tonight. Along with Tatiana, we could have a nursery full of kids to dote on and take care of.
I snaked a hand to her clit, less sensitive now and ready to come again. I rubbed slow circles against the swollen hood andgradually she started to move on me. Nudging up and down, slowly rolling her hips and experimenting with being in control.
I worked her clit faster, knowing that despite how much I was enjoying her slow exploration, I was only human, and I’d blow soon... but not before her.
She came first, always.
I rubbed at her clit, and she rose up and sank faster, working herself quicker and quicker, her thigh muscles clenched and tits bouncing gloriously.
I still needed to feed her up, clothe her in the finest materials, give her the best of everything. I couldn’t fucking wait to do all of it. I wanted to spoil her like no one had ever been spoiled before.
Maybe one day soon, those beautiful tits would be full of milk. Fuck, just the thought of my angel feeding our child, taking care of a baby in such a natural, fundamental way moved something primitive in me. Something as old as time. I wanted to procreate with this woman. I wanted a family with her... people to protect and provide for.
Reasons to live.
She was moving erratically now, getting close to coming. She became frantic, moving fast, her pussy flooded with wetness. I felt her getting close to the edge and rubbed her clit harder to push her right over.
She clenched all around me, crying out. I kissed her hard and thrust up into her when she froze. Her cunt was so tight it was hard to move. She was milking me with those slick, pulsing muscles, and I couldn’t help but follow.
I growled against her mouth as I came, a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her face to mine, the other still working her clit.
I spilled inside her, sunk so deep she’d never get me out.
“That was amazing,” Katarina murmured, snuggling into my chest and making no move to lift herself off me.
I was still hard, turned on by the very fact that I was still inside my wife.
“I missed home so much,” she continued, and tilted her head to look up at me.
“So did I,” I answered.