Page 24 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

Whatever I thought it would be, it’s not.

Her hand comes to my stomach, her nails scratching a little and her hot breath tickles my neck as she whispers, “Come to bed.”

Never in a million years would I think this would be what happens, but I don’t fight her.

I don’t fight the need that comes to life as soon as I turn my head and look into her eyes.

For once they’re not cold.

No.

After so many years there’s fire burning in their warm, brown depths.

“Claire,” I start but she shuts me up by kissing me, taking advantage of my open mouth, her tongue comes right in. She used to do this. She used to wait for her opportunity and cut me off mid-speaking just so she wouldn’t have to wait that millisecond for me to respond and give her access to my mouth. She went so far as to make it a game. I ended up waiting for it, waiting for the signs she would strike, and the game would be on. But she always managed to get me off guard. And it always ended up spectacular. Goddamnit, the taste of her.

It’s like eating honey straight from the jar. And milk, fresh milk. She had dinner with Ben. As her tongue gently takes advantage of my surprise and plays lightly in my mouth, the fact I can taste her and get a glimpse of the woman I met, the woman I was once married to, fuels my desire. This is not the shallow, cold woman I’ve known for the last three years. No this is the one I had on our wedding night.

Groaning, I tilt my head and push my tongue into her mouth and follow her mouth right into bed, my hips coming momentarily between her legs, my crotch going right at the heart of her.

Her hands, slowly, as if she’s scared of my reaction come to the collar of my shirt, pulling the tie loose. “Are you sure?” Pulling back a little I ask her. I don’t want her to do something, she’ll come to regret in the harsh morning light.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” hearing her words, I groan, not able to stop myself from grinding against her.

“Then lose the nighty, baby,” I say looking at her silk covered body in the moonlight. “It’s sweet, but it’s kind of in my way.”

Without any words being said, Claire takes of her nighty and panties in two swift movements. She puts her legs on either side of my hips, spreads them, her hand going to her pussy, her two fingers parting them to show me just how much she wants this.

“Damn, doll,” I whisper, my finger going to her clit then I move it down, going through her wet cunt all the way down to her asshole and then back up again. She knows I’m ready to play with her, teasing her, making her beg and that’s why she grips my wrist and shakes it so I’ll look at her.

“No teasing, Nick,” she whispers. “No foreplay. Later, you’ll get my mouth, I’ll sit on your face, you can fuck my tits. Hell, you can even fuck my ass. But right now, I need your cock inside me. I’m ready to come just by watching you watch me. If you even blow a single breath on my pussy, I will come. And I want to milk your cock dry. So, for the love of God, no teasing.” Throughout her little speech I started to get my clothes off, so when she’s done there’s nothing that will delay me.

“Fuck, baby, but you always knew how to talk to me,” I smile.

“Fuck yeah, I did,” she tries to laugh, but her breath hitches when she sees just how hard I am.

“You ready, baby,” her eyes are transfixed on my hand as I start to jerk off. She always liked watching me pleasure myself while I had her on the bed doing nothing but laying there. She gives me a nod still not looking away from my dick. “Then grip the headboard, doll.”

When she’s done as I asked, I come over her and not giving her any time to prepare, I slam in, going all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I hiss at the same time she moans. “So tight, I forgot how tight you are.” I’m not moving, but she’s doing what she said she would, her pussy walls are trying to choke my dick, squeeze every last drop of my cum. “Babe, you need to stop or this is going to end sooner than either of us wants it to,” I warn her.

“Fuck me raw, baby,” she counters, talking into my ear. I pull out slowly, then thrust back in in one swift and powerful thrust. After the third she commands, “More, Nick,” and I know just exactly what she wants. As my thrust become more and more brutal, I trail my hand over her skin right to her breast and squeeze her nipple.

“More, Nick,” she demands. Growling I put more power behind my plunges. So much, that the bed moves and suck the flesh of her neck into my mouth.

“Goddamnit, Nick, more,” she’s near on shouting in my ear. “Give back all the hurt I gave you for the last three years.” My control snaps and I take her tit, still squeezing the nipple of it, damn near tearing it off, and I bite the flesh, sucking it in my mouth.

“Yes, baby,” she whimpers and circles her legs around me right before her cunt has me in a vise like grip, her body shaking, her mouth open in silent scream as she comes. Still not releasing her tit from my mouth or her nipple between my fingers, I close my eyes and let go to the brilliant sensation, groaning as I come into her.

Trying to catch my breath, I release her tit from between my teeth and kiss the bruised flesh. Trailing my tongue to give the same soothing treatment to her nipple, I ask “You want me to get off you?”

“Try and I’ll kill you,” her hands go to my hair, her fingers scratching my head. “Hell, you can even fuck me with your limp dick.”

“My dick is not limp,” I growl and to prove it to her, I give another thrust.

“And it won’t be for a few more hours,” she says as I go across her chest to her other breast to give it some much needed attention.

I chuckle while thinking, one thing is for sure, my wife always did know how to talk to me.