Page 130 of Unexpected Shot
“Yes, Beau,” she moans as she starts riding me. “So perfect.”
And it is. I knew it when we had our tryst in Vegas, that we fit together perfectly. That my hands were the perfect size to cup her tits. That our bodies knew instinctively how to move together. That she didn’t balk when I wanted it a little rougher. How I didn’t even blink when she needed to take control back to make her comfortable. Everything just…fit.
I thought maybe it was because of the excitement of the weekend. The fight. The makeup. The secrecy. Of course that’s going to add to the experience. I should’ve recognized it had very little to do with any of those things, and everything to do with this woman.
This beautiful. Fiery. Maddening. Amazing. Sexy. Strong. Woman.
Shelby. My wife.
I lay her down on the bed, keeping us connected as I lift a leg up, needing to be as deep inside her as possible.
“Yes,” she moans out again as I start driving into her, and that damn sound is going to be my fucking undoing. “Fuck yes…”
Shelby’s fingers claw at my chest, no doubt leaving marks as I don’t hold back. Feeling her like this, with nothing between us, is a sensation I truly never thought I’d get to experience.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan out. “Pussy squeezing me so fucking good.”
“So good,” she repeats, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I lift her leg a little higher, adjusting my angle just enough to send her into orbit. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I don’t want to. I don’t want this experience to ever end. But between Shelby’s pussy fucking milking me right now, the sight of her tits bouncing as I don’t hold back, and the feeling of my balls starting to tighten, I’m not going to be able to hang on too much longer.
“You need to come for me, Shelby,” I command, bringing my thumb between us to start rubbing her clit. “I need you to come all over my cock.”
“Close…so close,” she murmurs, her head tossing and turning back and forth as she tries to will her orgasm to hit.
“Look at me, Belle.”
She doesn’t hesitate a second as she turns her blues to me.
“Such a good girl,” I say, having a feeling my wife’s little praise kink is the final button I need to push to send her over the edge.
“Yes…”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
She nods furiously. “Yes, please…”
“I can do that…but how do you ask?”
I thought I’d see a hint of hesitation. That little bit of stubbornness that Shelby likes to show.
But now it’s…nothing. No double blinks. No obstinate resolve in her words. Just pure and simple submission. The ability to let go. The ability to not be on offense.
To just…feel.
“Please, Master. Come with me.”
“Fuuuuuuck…” I let go of her leg, bringing my body fully down on top of hers. “That’s so good, but I think I need that other name, too.”
She doesn’t reply for a second, so I decide to help her along.
“Who?” I suck hard on her nipple. “Am?” Other side. “I?”
I take both nipples in my finger tips, ready to twist them the second she says what I need her to.
“Please…husband.”
And that does it. The one word that sends us both over the edge. The orgasm that weaker people could perish from.
