Only then did her husband lift his mouth from her, looming over her.One hand grabbed hold of her ankle, kissing her leg just above where his fingers gripped her, as she stared up at him.Her bosom heaved as she caught her breath, already replete and satiated.
“My turn,” he said with a wicked grin that made her insides clench.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Matthew
Freeing his cock from his breeches, Matthew shucked them off completely before pulling Johanna’s nightrail and peignoir from her as well, leaving them both entirely naked.Placing himself over her, between her thighs, he felt the head of his cock rub along the wet seam of her pussy as he pressed his lips to hers, claiming her mouth with a deep kiss.Letting her taste her own pleasure on his tongue.
She kissed him back, a little more hesitantly than before, more curious as she tasted herself.Her hands moved over his chest, feeling him.Exploring him.Matthew groaned, rocking forward and pressing the tip of his cock to her heat.Pushing in slowly.
He did not want to hurt her, after all.
Johanna moaned, her fingers curling, nails scratching over his skin as he began to slide inside her.Matthew deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, as the wet heat of her pussy enveloped him.She was so slick, so smooth, her muscles clenching around him as he entered her.
With a groan, he pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, going deeper this time.She moaned, shuddering in his arms, her hips coming up to meet his thrust, allowing him to slide even more easily inside her.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, moving his lips away from hers and leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw.Her head tilted back, opening the long line of her throat to him, and she whimpered.He could feel the way her pussy spasmed around him when he called her his good girl, and his cock throbbed in response.
Braced on one forearm, his other hand slid over her body, up to cup her breast and give the mound a gentle caress as he nipped at her neck, his cock sliding all the way home inside her.Fully buried in the slick grasp of her pussy, Matthew rocked, pressing himself against her pleasure nub as he toyed with her nipple and kissed her throat.
“Oh…” She let out a little cry of passion as he fondled her, her muscles rippling around the length of his shaft.
“Tell me you’re my good girl, kitten.”
“I’m your good girl, Matthew.”She whispered the words, almost shyly, which, for some reason, was even more alluring than if she’d been brazen and confident.
Knowing she was saying it just for him, that she was doing it because it pleased him, made him feel excessively powerful.Groaning, he pulled his hips back and thrust back in, making her cry out again.
“Good girls get their husband’s cock.”He nuzzled his nose along the length of her throat as he shifted his position, bracing himself on both arms, so he could begin slowly fucking her.Pulling halfway out, then thrusting back in, slowly but firmly, until he could rock his body against hers, trapping the pearl of her clit between their bodies and rubbing against it.He could feel the way her pussy clenched every time he did.“Say it, kitten.Tell me that you’re a good girl who wants your husband’s cock.”
“Oh…” She sucked in a breath and let go of him, covering her face with her hands even as he thrust into her.
Chuckling, Matthew reached up to pull her hands away from her face, wrapping his fingers around her wrists to reveal her flaming blush as he pinned her hands on either side of her head.No longer able to hide herself behind them, she closed her eyes, biting her lip as she arched beneath him.She was so bright pink, the color had traveled down her throat and was creating splotchy areas across her chest.
“Look at me, kitten,” he ordered.
Wide, violet eyes opened and stared up at him, filled with arousal and a kind of panic.
“Be a good girl.Tell me that you’re a good girl who wants your husband’s cock.”He thrust into her again, a little harder, a little faster this time to emphasize what she was asking for.
Another whimper came from her throat.
“I…” she whispered.Matthew thrust again and then ground himself against her, stimulating her folds and nubbin, but slowly so she could not find her peak.The next words came out much louder, clearer, almost like a sob.“I’m a good girl!”
“And what does my good girl want?”
“Your cock!”
Her eyelashes fluttered shut, but Matthew did not scold her.He was far too aroused.Pinning her hands down, threading his fingers through hers, he pressed his lips to her open mouth as he began to ride her, hard and fast.She was so slick, so soft around his cock.
Matthew felt the base of his spine begin to tingle, his balls tightening, and he groaned against her kiss before pulling away; it was too difficult to both kiss her and fuck her at the pace he wanted.His wife arched beneath him, her soft cries urging him onward.
“Oh… oh… Matthew!”
His name on her lips, said in passion, was his undoing.Letting loose the reins on control, Matthew wallowed in the splendor of her clenching heat, giving himself over entirely to the desires riding him.
She was perfect.