He stood, drawing his hands back up her legs. He pushed her skirt up, exposing her. He pressed gently against the middle of her back. She leaned forward and rested her hands atop the butcherblock island, all thoughts of protest washed away by the sensations flooding her brain. He dropped again to sit on his heels. His hands never left her. He kissed her bare bottom, kissing first one, then the other dimple that rested just above her butt cheeks. His hands kneaded her ass, not too hard, not soft. He kissed her lower back, her cheeks and then the top of her crack. He put one hand on the front of her hip and pulled her hips back toward him and she leaned lower over the butcher block, her back now almost horizontal, her rear end pushed out.
He teased her, kissing the upper half of her crack, licking it, making it wet. When his tongue drew too close to her most private spot, he felt her tense. He'd made peace, more or less, with the fact she was never going be comfortable with backdoor play. He used one hand to urge her legs further apart. He tilted his head and pressed it between her legs. His face was closer to her bottom than she would normally care for. The stubble on his chin tickled the lonely patch of skin between her pussy and ass. When he extended his tongue, he was able to touch the bottom of her slit. It was his turn to moan. She was so wet. Her moisture began to flow over the tip of his tongue as soon as it entered her. Her taste lifted him to a higher plane of desire. He pushed hard and was able to get more of his tongue between her lips. It wasn't enough. He longed to turn her around and bury his face in her pussy but the image of her bent over the butcher block island was too powerful. He imagined how they would look if they were being filmed. How wet, how hard would others get watching them?
He pulled back. She started to turn but he stopped her. He swiveled as he sat his ass on the cold tile floor. His back was now against the back of her legs. Ducking his head, he leaned back between her legs. Understanding what he was trying to do, she put one foot on the shelf at the bottom of the island.Once his head slipped past her thighs, he untucked his head. The top of his head hit the underside of the island. He didn't notice. He doubted he would ever see a more beautiful sight than this, his wife's pussy, gleaming with desire. Her lips, pink and red, above them, the proud jut of her clit, begging to be worshipped. He vowed to start doing crunches. In the event he ever found himself in this position again, he wanted to be able to put both hands on her ass. As it was, he needed one to support himself, leaving only one hand for her ass. He pulled her onto his waiting, desperate, mouth. He parted her with his tongue. He pushed his face into her until his nose was pressed hard against the top of her slit. He hooked his tongue and found the spot on the front wall of her pussy that drove her crazy. Was there such a thing as a G spot? He couldn't fucking care less. All he knew was working that part of her pussy with his finger or his dick or his tongue made her quiver. She quivered. He tilted his head back, dragging his tongue up her slit. He stopped and rubbed the tip of his nose in circles around her clit.
He teased her, touching her clit with a touch that was more a dream than a reality. He blew a puff of breath over her clit before flicking it with his tongue. The sound she made was more of a groan than a moan. He rewarded her, and himself, by wrapping his lips around her clit and tugging as his tongue flickered over her sex. He felt it twitch. Her little lady dick twitched beneath his tongue and his fingers tightened on her ass. He groaned in frustration. He needed more hands, more tongues, more cocks. The thought of taking his mouth away from her clit devastated him but the need to taste more of her pussy was stronger.
He shifted lower and suck one pair of her lips into his mouth. He parted them with his tongue. He moved to the other side and repeated the maneuver. He pulled back slightly, stiffened his tongue and entered her once more. His cheeks were wet. Hell, his face from the nose down, was wet. He pushed deeper. She began to move.
Her hips bucked forward, then pulled back slightly. This was new. This was a first. He did his best to keep his tongue as stiff as his dick and to hold still, other than massaging her ass with his hand. He held his head still and let his wife fuck herself on his tongue. She pushed forward, pinning his head between the side of the butcherblock island and her pussy. She held herself, impaled on his tongue and moved her hips in small circles, rubbing her sex over his nose. Or, rubbing her clit with his nose, it all depended on your point of view. One of her hands left the top of the island and her fingers twisted in his hair.
He pulled away, scooting downward. She pulled at his hair. "No! Don't stop!"
He didn't listen, too lost in his desire for her to listen. He scooted from under her and sprang to his feet. He unzipped his pants and fumbled to free his cock, cursing the entire time. It took no more than a second or two but he was ready to howl in frustration by the time he'd freed his dick. He stepped between her legs and thrusted his cock between them. Her hot, and very wet pussy, cradled the top of his cock. He used one hand to move his dick between her lips, wetting it. He steadied himself, the head of his cock pressing against the mouth of her pussy.
He entered her hard and fast. Six years of marriage and two children had done nothing to diminish the ability of her pussy to grip his cock but he wasn't afraid of hurting her. She was as wet and ready as he'd ever known her to be. His thighs smacked against her ass. He watched the impact ripple over her butt cheeks and across her back. She was lying atop the island now, head turned to one side, one eye watching him, arms stretched out. Her fingers clung to the far side of the island, hanging on as if afraid she'd fall if she let go. She clung to the island; he clung to her hips.
He pulled himself into her with his hands, pushing with his hips, until the head of his cock was pressed against the firm mound of her cervix. She moaned as the pressure sent a wave of achy, crampy pleasure through her belly. He held himself there, twitching his hips, pushing into her, before he pulled back.
He pulled nearly out of her before slamming back in. He fucked her, hard, for a dozen or so strokes. She watched his face. He leaned back and watched his cock fuck her. He watched as her pussy clung to his dick. He watched as her ass cheeks flattened when his body banged into hers. The kitchen echoed, in that way that empty rooms do, with the sounds of their bodies pounding into each other. He made himself stop. He had told himself, when he'd first reached under her skirt, that he would tease her a little, maybe even fuck but her fast. Despite what he'd said he was a little worried Mack would barge in, wondering what was taking so long, checking to see if they had questions. He was no longer interested in a quick fuck, worried or not, he wasn't ready to cum, wasn't ready for her to cum. He pulled all the way out, the tip of his dick barely between her lips. He paused and then entered her again but slowly.
His eyes never left the spot were their bodies united. He marveled at the sight of his cock disappearing into her pussy. Not for the first time he wished he could disappear inside her cunt. In his head he saw his body stretching out, thinning, like a star being drawn into a black hole. A lover's cunt as a singularity, was that a metaphor?
When he felt his dick against her cervix, he held himself still. He reached around her hip and found her clit. When they'd first started sleeping together, he'd rubbed her in small circles, like she'd shown him. It was the same way she rubbed herself when she masturbated. As he grew more confident it dawned on him that he always jerked off the same way. He realized so did she. Was that because that was what felt the best or is that just the way he first learned to jerk off? He wasn't sure about himself much less his lover. What he did know, and loved, about her was she loved routine. Routine was something he needed, even if he didn't always appreciate that fact. He bet himself she'd never tried touching herself in any other way. He'd decided to take a chance.
The gamble paid off. He'd gotten her off by rubbing up and down the shaft of her sex. That had worked nicely. What worked even better, if she was turned on enough, and he was pretty sure she was turn on enough, stretched out atop a kitchen island with her pussy full of his dick, was to pluck her clit, almost like a guitar sting. That's what his finger began to do. His finger tip curled then strummed, a single stroke, over the head of her clit. He increased the pace and she began to thrust back against him.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me," he panted.
"Fuc..." she started to scream, then rolled her head forward and bit the back of her arm.
Without taking his finger from her clit, he began to fuck her once again. Her body began to thrash beneath him, nearly throwing him off. She stiffened.
He rammed himself home and came as her pussy clenched so hard on his cock he didn't think he could pull out if he wanted to. He didn't want to. He came with the head of his cock hard against her cervix. He pumped his semen straight into her womb. As the fever began to clear from his brain, he prayed that the third child might be about to be conceived.
He collapsed atop her. They panted. He felt sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto her back. His cock began to soften. When her pussy ejected him, they both moaned. He stood up and stepped back. He couldn't help but look between her legs. As he expected, their bodies' gifts to each other were running down the inside of her legs. She followed his glance and frowned. "Oh, shit. Do you see any paper ..."?
He quieted her with a kiss. It was a long, slow kiss. They'd fucked. They'd rutted. With their kiss they made love. If she noticed his dick was leaking on her skirt she'd didn't' seem to mind. When she pulled back, he saw her eyes begin to scan the kitchen, looking for paper towels, napkins, Kleenex, something.
