Inserting two fingers into her opening, I fuck her with my hand while sucking on her clit, hooking them to rub against that magic little spot right inside her pussy, the button that makes her detonate. And fuck, does she. Her pussy strangles my fingers, sucking them in and holding them hostage as she comes, screaming my name. I do nothing to muffle her sounds. This sound. She’s my wife, and I don’t give a fuck who hears her screaming for me.
When she’s come down from her orgasm, I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. No way am I wasting a drop of my wife’s juices. Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.
“You’re insanely good at that,” Frankie says.
“It’s not a hardship.” I chuckle, kissing my way up her body.
Frankie scoots backwards on the bed, giving me room to settle between her thighs.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” I say while lining up my cock with her entrance before slowly sinking in. “How the fuck does this feel better every single time?”
“Oh god.” Frankie circles her legs around my hips and lifts herself upwards, making me go deeper inside her. “So good.”
I slowly pump in and out, taking my time enjoying every fucking sensation that rockets through me. My lips find hers, our tongues twirl together, and I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than right here. Inside my wife.
“I want to stay inside you forever.”
“That might make family dinners a little awkward.” Frankie laughs.
“I love you, Mrs. Lopez.”
“I love you,” she repeats. “But I need you to fuck me. Start moving, Emilio. We’re not old yet.”
“I wanted to take my time, make love to my wife, nice and slow.”
“Your wife doesn’t need nice and slow. She needs her husband to fuck her. Fast, hard.”
“Well, who am I to deny my wife anything she wants?” I sit up, grabbing her legs and resting her ankles on my shoulders.
I hold her in place as I give her exactly what she’s asked for. I fuck her relentlessly, thrusting harder and faster until she’s coming all over my cock, and I’m coating the inside of her pussy with my release.
“Fuck!” I groan as her legs drop onto the bed, and I collapse on top of her.
Rolling over, I bring Frankie with me, placing her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her back, my hand resting on her hip.
“I didn’t pull out,” I mutter, the realization just hitting me. I always pull out.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control,” she says.
“Why the fuck are you on birth control?”
“Because I don’t want to become the baby-making machine your mother is desperate for me to become,” she says.
“If she’s so desperate for more babies, she probably should have just kept having them herself.”
“Do you think it will always be like this?” Frankie asks.
“Like what?”
“Easy, good, perfect?”
“I don’t see how it can’t be. We’ve always been perfect for each other. You’re the good half of my soul, Frankie.”
I left Frankie in bed asleep. I didn’t want to, but I need to talk to my father and brothers about all the shit that’s happening. When I got home, I said quickhellosto my family before finding my wife. She was the person I wanted to see the most.
“Hey, Papa.” I find my dad in his office. That’s usually where he is. The man is a workaholic.
“Emilio, how you doing?”