my tongue in her ass.
She screams and latches her teeth onto her forearm to stay quiet. Her thighs shake, and her pussy squeezes my fingers tight.
She’s no less tight today than she was the first day we made love, and her vise-like grip on my fingers makes me groan for the pleasure I know I’ll get in just a few minutes.
“Be quick, Bert.” I slide my tongue from her pussy back up to her ass. “Go quick.” With a loud crack, I slam my open palm over the soft flesh of her ass and send her pushing back against me. “You like that, huh? I had no clue my little virgin bride would like to be spanked.”
Whimpering, she nods and braces against the end of the bed. “I like it.” I slide my thumb into her ass until she convulses around my digits. She cries into her arm, and my dick jumps and twitches with want as she explodes into my hand. Standing tall, I push my jeans down a few inches, slap her ass a second time, and when she cries out, I slam my cock deep inside and ride out the wave of her clenching pussy and crackling orgasm.
“Bry! Oh…” She whimpers. “Bry.”
“Mmm.” Slowly, I start moving. Build her up. Make her come for me again. I push her top along her back and smile at her sexy arched spine.
“Don’t come inside me, Bry.”
“Don’t worry, baby. No more oopsies, I promise.” I slam inside her and send the headboard slamming into the wall. Bringing my hand up again, I swing it down and crack against the already pink skin of her ass. “I love you, Nelly.” Slam inside her. Slam the headboard against the wall. Crack my hand against her ass. She cries out each time, and yet, pushes back and asks for more. “I love you like I loved you the day we married.”
“Bry,” she cries against her arm. “Hurry up. I’m ready to go.”
“I’m not ready, baby. Hold on.” Slam inside her. Slam the headboard against the wall. Crack my hand against her ass. “Don’t go yet.”
“Bry!” Bringing her head up and looking over her shoulder, she pins me with an angry glare. “Don’t make me wait.”
I lift my hand. She thinks I’m gonna slap her ass, so she turns away to prepare, but instead, I slide my fingers around and stroke her clit until she cries out and squeezes me impossibly tight.
“Dad?”
My heart stops at the sound of tiny kiddy feet running along the hallway floorboards. Picking Nelly up and throwing her onto the bed, I yank my jeans up and rush to the bedroom door before Jimmy or Iz can run in. Sliding through the smallest gap possible and stopping Jim from rushing into my room, I’m almost woozy as I stand and look down at my curious kids and my orgasm pulls back inside my body and promises to never ever come out to play again.
Like my old Mustang, there’s only so many times you can race it and flog it before the engine starts to die. Similarly, there are only so many times a man can have sex and not come before it’ll just stop coming to the party.
I’m doomed to little blue pills and an existence of never having an orgasm again.
“Dad?”
I swear, dots swirl in my vision, but my oblivious son smacks me in the belly with his casted arm and demands my attention.
“Yeah, Jimmy. What?”
“Can we have ice-cream for dinner?”
He wants ice-cream for dinner.
He wants ice-cream for dinner!
He just ruined my orgasm because he wants something he knows we’ll say no to anyway. “No! Go outside and play with your brothers.”
“But, Daddy.” He’s only seven, but like how Reilly does the shush thing with his eyes, Jimmy does something similar and subtly draws my attention to the little girl clutching to his hand. “Izzy’s not feeling great. So I thought maybe ice-cream would make her feel better.”
I look down at the little girl’s sad eyes, then when I look behind her and don’t find Jon hovering, I get it.
He’s not here.
The door opens at my back, then Nelly ducks under my arm and brushes long hair from Iz’s eyes. “Yeah, baby. If Daddy’s okay with it, you can have ice-cream. We’re allowed to be silly sometimes.”
I nod and pull my wife into my side and press a kiss to her temple. “Later, Bert. Swear to God. We’ll come back to this.”
She snickers and steps forward. “Come on, Izzy. Do