heel of my palm over her pussy. Her back arches. “I was dying to know what you tasted like. I imagined touching you and tasting you. And what it would feel like if you touched me.” I press my hand harder against her, feeling her juices soaking through her shorts and panties. My cock grows painfully hard. “I was very imaginative with what I did to you during my fantasies.”
Her hands move to the hem of my shirt before skimming underneath the material. “Can I tell you a secret?” she pants.
Leaning down, I say against her lips, “What?”
“I played with myself while I thought of you too.” She wrinkles her nose. “I felt so dirty and wrong doing that, but I couldn’t help myself.”
A groan vibrates from my chest at the thought of my sweet Molly, who appeared so innocent back then, getting herself off to thoughts of me.
“Fuck, baby. I had no idea. But now that you told me, I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of you playing with yourself out of my mind.” I steal a kiss. “Tell me what you thought about.”
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she grabs my shirt and forcefully pulls it over my head.
“I had this fantasy, one of my favorites, of you sneaking in my window while I was sleeping. You crawled into my bed and started kissing me all over my body. It drove me crazy thinking about it.”
She trembles, as if the memory of her fantasies is intensely pleasurable. My own body heats to epic proportions.
“You actually almost caught me one time,” she remarks, shocking the hell out of me.
“When?”
“Remember the night you came through my window, and I was out of breath. You remarked on my face being so red. I believe my excuse was I had a bad dream.”
I remember the time vividly because I crawled into bed with her and held her for a long time, trying to offer her comfort because of her dream. I had to keep a couple of inches between our waists because I was hard as a rock. She only had on a pair of panties and a sleep shirt. It was pure fucking torture.
“Yeah, I remember.”
She smiles smugly. “It wasn’t a nightmare that woke me up. It was a dream about you. I woke with my hand in my panties. Had you put your hand down there, you would have found the material soaked.”
The noise that leaves my throat is a mixture between a hiss and a moan. My dick aches behind the zipper of my jeans. To show Molly what her words are doing to me, I settle my hips between her legs and grind my hardness against her.
“You like torturing me, don’t you?” I growl.
She giggles, but it quickly ends on a moan when I press against her sweet spot. “Maybe a little,” she moans, her eyelids only half open.
“You’ve been doing it over half my life. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.”
I skate one hand down to the hem of her shirt and tug it up, slowly revealing her trim stomach and grayish stretch marks. Much to Molly’s chagrin, I love looking at her stretch marks. It’s a testament to the two beautiful lives we created together.
Her shirt gets pulled off and tossed to the side.
“The neighbors,” she pants.
“Are too far away to see anything. I want to make love to my wife under the stars.”
She graces me with one of my favorite smiles.
Sitting back on my heels, I peel her shorts and panties down her legs before working on my own pants and boxer briefs. Once we’re naked, I lie on my back, not wanting her to get grass burns.
“Ride me, Molly.”
She gets to her knees and slings one leg over my hips. The moment her warm pussy meets my shaft, I hiss out a breath. Gripping the base of my cock, she lines the tip up with her opening and begins to slowly slide down.
I palm her boobs and tweak the tips. She arches, forcing more of my cock inside her. The pleasure is damn near unbearable.
“You feel so goddamn good, baby. I could stay just like this for days.”
“Oh, Lincoln. So could I.” She bites her lip, gazing down at me with lust-filled eyes. “My nipples. I need your lips around them.”
Never one to deny my wife anything, I sit up and latch my teeth around one bud. She cries out quietly, and for a moment, I wish we were