“I’m always thinking of you, love.” My knees hit the floor, and I quickly free his cock. The memories of me teaching Jo to suck my husband flit through my mind. I groan around his shaft. Sucking him hard and fast. I want him on the edge.
His hips push into my face, forcing me to take him deeper. Fuck, I forgot how strong he is. I grip his thighs tight as I pull back, leaving his dick wet from my saliva.
I work his jeans all the way off, then free my aching cock. It’s desperate to fill his hole. Desperate to feel him.
“Can't get your shirt messy.” I pull it up and over his neck. Marveling at the sight of him.
“Beautiful. I wish I could keep you like this all day.” I sigh, knowing we don’t have a lot of time. “Now, I need to fuck my husband.”
I don’t like this feeling inside of me. It’s wrapped around my stomach and is squeezing. I have never felt insecure in our relationship… until now.
Am I reminding him or myself of our marriage? How did this woman flip everything upside down so fast?
I'm hard and ready for his tight hole. I lube up, giving him a show of stroking myself. It's torture for the man who loves my cock and can’t touch it.
“Ready, love."
“Always." He says panting, just as desperate for me as I am for him.
My hands grab behind his knees, pulling them up and open as I lean into him. Pressing slowly, inch by inch, getting lost in him.
“Oh god..." His head tilts back as I keep going. Deeper. And deeper, until I’m fully seated. Not an inch between us and nowhere for him to go.
“I'm going to fuck this tight hole so hard you won't sit for the rest of the day.” I need him to remember us. To not forget us.
“Yes. Give it to me. Please.” Clay whimpers.
“Fuck, love, you know I can't resist when you beg."
He takes everything I give him. Long and hard strokes as I slam into him. Fucking him deep. Shaking the shelves on both sides of us. My mouth finds his in a brutal kiss. One filled with passion, love, and all my insecurities.
His cock is trapped between us. Leaking over both of us. Trapped in our body’s friction.
"Ah! Clay!" I cry out, filling his hole. I can feel his dick twitching between us. I suck in a few quick breaths, then slide my cock out and lower his legs before he even has time to think.
Thankful that his arms are holding him steady. My mouth takes his cock deep, and I slide in three thick fingers to continue fucking him with my cum until he's spilling down my throat.
“Fuck, Grant.... that... ohfuck… shit!”
I milk every drop from him. Taking everything he’ll give me.
“We need to come here more often," He laughs breathlessly.
“I'm sorry if I was too rough. I just... I needed that.” I’m afraid to admit my new fear. I just hope he understands and that we talk soon. Maybe then I’ll have found the right words. I don’t want to disappoint him.
“You'll never hear me complaining.” His breaths are coming out heavy and shallow.
“Good.” I give him one last kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up, and the store opened. I think we avoided having an audience.”
“Sounds good. I have some time to kill so that I can help with some restocking or whatever you need." I unfasten the rope and pull him to me. “That’s if my legs work today.”
We both laugh and put ourselves back together.
“I think we should stock up on some rope for at home. Maybe some other exploring with Jo?" Clay announces, as if he has new ideas. “Now that’s going to be stuck in my head all day. I'd better get a lot of red rope."
My laugh feels forced as I go to open the shop. I just gave him everything, and he’s already brought her back up. My doubts tug stronger than before.
What else am I supposed to do?