by Holly Hart
"You know what I mean, Mike. I can feel how fucking hard you are. It's digging into my leg – why can't you just stick it into me! You're not fooling anyone, you know…" I finish with a cheeky grin on my face, trying to goad him into giving me what I want.
But this isn’t Mike's first rodeo, that's for damn sure… He knows what I'm like, and he knows that every time I beg him like this - beg him just to rip my pants off and fuck me like a dirty slut, I'm telling the truth – but not the whole truth, far from it. Hey, sue me – I can be capricious like that.
He knows from long, sweaty, sexy experience, that what I really like is to be teased, for him to graze his stubble across my nipples and down the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending electric sparks flying down every nerve ending in my body, to kiss all around my dripping wet pussy, and to lick it just once, and then to dart away, not to return until I'm quite literally begging for it, and then when my body and brain are so confused, so desperate to be filled, so beyond the point of no return – where words don't even really make sense to me any more, and my eyes can barely process light – that's when I want him to stick his cock into me. Because then I know for sure we aren't going to fuck for ten minutes and finally bring me to orgasm; no – we're going to fuck for ten minutes – and it's going to be one long, intense, thigh-clenching orgasm.
And Mike's kink is that sometimes he likes to be in control, so in a way, we make a perfect match. He attacks my mouth with his, still pressing my wrists into the arm of the couch, somewhere above my head, and grinds his free hand into the small scrap of clothing covering the wet mound of my pussy. I grown into his mouth, thrusting my hips forward to take advantage of the brief, momentary pleasure, and he closes his palm around my engorged lips, squeezing my crotch harder than I would have believed would be pleasurable – but he knows exactly where my limits are, and knows he isn't even close. I groan again and bite down hard on his lip, and I hear the low, bass, baritone sound of him chuckling away into my ear.
"What do you want me to do?" he growls into my ear, and I barely hear him because I'm so excited by the feeling of grinding my crotch into his hard leg, which has found its way in between mine. I struggle half-heartedly to release my wrists from his grasp, but give up, panting slightly as he looks down at me with a combination of love and lust in his eyes.
"You've gone all red, you know that?" I ask, looking up at him angelically. He raises his eyebrow, as though testing me, and I quickly move on – knowing that the way Mike is, he wouldn't be averse to just leaving me here to stew in my own horniness, refusing to allow me to get myself off, and then return in an hour when I'm desperate for his cock inside me to finally finish the job. Sometimes, don't get me wrong, I love it when he treats me like that. But not right now.
"I want you inside me, Mike," I say, biting my lip in anticipation and hoping that this is the moment that he cracks. He pauses, and in my head I count off the seconds.
One…
Two…
Three…
The silence begins to stretch off into the distance, and I begin to wonder if he'll ever say anything, when he snaps into action, almost in the fast, viper-like way he was trained to move in the special forces. I prefer it this way – there's no danger to him, and I get a man to fuck me like no one's ever tried before.
He releases my wrists from above my head, and before I even get a chance to move them around and get feeling back into them, he's tearing the buttons of my shirt, and somehow – before I even realize it – it's on the floor, and his fingers are working at the buckle of my pants. I try and help them along, but he's done this before, and before long they, too, join my shirt somewhere on the floor of our cabin.
I'm not wearing a bra, and my nipples are standing at attention, partly because of the slightly chilly temperature in the room, and partly because I'm so completely, furiously horny that I don't have a choice. He kisses me once on the lips – a hard kiss, one that doesn't give me a choice other than to respond in kind, and I press my lips fiercely against his, but before I can fully lean into it, he breaks away.
He kisses my breastbone, and gently drags his stubbled chin down the soft curvature in the middle of my rib cage, and my hips buck involuntarily at the delicious sensation. I gasp aloud, and as I do so, Mike seems to remember that now he's released my wrists, he's got two hands to play with again…
Not stopping the slow, torturous descent of his chin down my body, the movement that's almost sending me over the edge into an orgasm all on its own, he traces his right hand down the side of my rib cage, and then forces it underneath me, grabbing my right ass cheek firmly and squeezing. He groans, and the sound is so deep that I hear it reverberate through my whole body.
With his other hand, at precisely the moment that his chin reaches the delicate, erogenous skin at the top of my right breast, he grabs my left and rolls my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending an electric shock down the center of my body to my crotch. Again, my hips buck, and again my wet pussy grinds against his leg, and this time I contract my ass and keep it there, rubbing against the muscular limb and whimpering with the pleasure.
"Oh, yes…" I whisper, and Mike takes that as his cue to take my right nipple into his mouth and suck, and suddenly the pleasure is almost overwhelming. More than a few times, he's got me off just for my nipples alone, so he knows exactly how sensitive they can be – and right now, I know I'm pretty close.
"Mike!" I beg, and he knows how close I am this time, knows not to push it. It's not what I said – it's what I can't say, because I literally can't formulate anything more complex in my mind than his name. He growls and tears my panties away, throwing them onto the floor, and plunges a finger into my dripping wet pussy, all in one motion.
Unbidden, I gasp and bite down on his shoulder, groaning with pleasure.
Chapter Twenty Eight - Mike
It's fucking unbearable how hot Katie looks right now, panting away beneath me like she's running a marathon, the cute little freckles on her face standing out against the reddish hue of her skin, and I still find it fucking unbelievable that out of all the guys out there – she chose me.
I push the soppy, lovey-dovey thoughts out of my mind; they'll be there when I get back. Right now, the only thing I want to be thinking about is the woman underneath me. It makes everything worth it, all the restraint, all my holding back from plunging into her at the first opportunity, as I think any other man would do in my position; how could you blame them, when I see the ecstatic look on her gorgeous face.
I never feel more alive than in moments like this – no woman has ever made me feel as loved, as horny, as in control, or, at the same time, so powerless. I rip her panties off and throw them onto the floor, not even looking where they fall, and reluctantly tear my mouth away from sucking on her nipple as I plunge my right forefinger deep into her dripping wet pussy.
She gasps underneath me, and bites down on my shoulder, but I don't feel pain – just a renewed desire to ravage her. I plant a hard, fierce kiss on her mouth, and growl, "Turn over," but only so she knows what's about to happen. I see the light of realization spark in her eyes, just as I reluctantly drag my finger out of her – she gasps at that, too – and I grab her by her hips and spin around so that her belly crashes lightly into the soft material of the couch. She groans. She knows exactly what's about to happen – her favorite position, and mine.
I drag her ass backwards, pulling it towards me, just as she reaches her arms forward and pushes her hands into the couch, propping herself up. I can see her perfect, smoothly shaved pussy peeking out from between her thighs, and the sight almost makes me pass out with desire. I pull the dirty, white cotton T-shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor, realizing in shock that I'm so so horny that I've forgotten that I'm fully clothed.
"Mike, are you ready?" Katie begs, turning her head to face me, her hair pulled by gravity into the couch.
"Just a second," I gasp, doing everything in double time. I unbuckle my belt, pull
ing it out from the denim loops that constrict it, and let it fall to the couch, and hear Katie gasp as the cold metal touches her skin, I undo the buttons of my denim jeans and pull them off, and finally, hurriedly – almost as an afterthought, I tear off my underwear.
"Now, now I am," I say, and plunge into her, all at once. Her pussy's so tight, I've never felt anything like it before in my life, and she so excited, so horny that she can't help but clench against my cock. It feels like she's massaging me, and I barely keep myself composed.
I grab her hips and pull them back into me, crashing her ass against my hard, muscular thighs.
"Yes, harder," she gasps and I know that in this mood, nothing will be too hard for Katie. Good, because I don't intend to hold back.
Chapter Twenty Nine - Katie
I have to bite my lip as Mike's huge cock slides into me – not because it hurts, far from it – but because I think I'm about to tip over the edge, because at any moment now I could slip into one of the best orgasms of my life, and I don't want it just yet – I want it to last.
He grabs my hips and pulls me back in towards him, and I push backwards, using all the strength in my hands to push away from the couch, and the shock of pleasure as he crashes his full length into me is visceral.
"Oh, God, yes – Mike, don't stop," I say, or I might say, I don't know – I'm pretty close to getting to the point where memories and thoughts and emotions will get jumbled up into a melting pot of pleasure, and all conscious thought goes out the window.
I love it when he starts to grunt and growl and whimper with pleasure, because it makes me realize just how much he’s enjoying my pretty little ass. He's always had a thing for my back. I think it’s why he likes to fuck me doggy style so much, and I don't have a problem with that – because it's my favorite position by far.
"Do that again," he growls as I clench my pussy around his thick cock, massaging it with muscles that I've trained for months for just that purpose, and I oblige happily, in no small part because it seems to concentrate my own feelings of pleasure…
I whimper as he thrusts into me again and again, and before long running on his stamina, because I'm far beyond the point at which my arms have any more strength left in them to push me back towards him, but, after all – he used to be Delta Force, and now he spends half his day chopping wood, so he's probably strong enough to do this for hours.
Scratch that, I know he is – because we've done it before.
"I'm close," I groan, as my ass hits back into his thighs once again, making a satisfying slapping sound, and Mike takes it exactly the way I want him to – as an invitation to speed up.
He starts fucking me so fast, furious and carelessly, that it's like a jackhammer's crashing into me, and I'm moaning in pleasure, sweat's dripping off me, and my mouth's formed into some kind of vicious, soundless growl, and I'm catching whatever breath that I can in between his thrusts. He lets out some kind of wordless moan and I feel every muscle in his body stiffen, and I know he's about to come, so I do what every good wife would and clench my pussy around his cock.
"Oh God, Katie," he growls, and reaches forward and grabs my right breast, squeezing it hard, and I feel his body tense under me as he crashes into me one last time, and then a hot release inside me as he comes. It's the last piece of the puzzle, and it sends me over the edge into a rapturous, ecstatic orgasm, the world blacked out in front of my eyes, and suddenly all I can see is a kaleidoscopic mosaic of flashing white lights, and I feel my hands scrunching into the material of the couch, but other than that it's like my body has no idea where it is, other than floating on top of a tidal wave of pleasure. Little sparks of electricity are shooting from my nipples, and I close my eyes, just taking it all in.
I push back into Mike one last time, even though I know he's completely spent, and the action triggers a little after-shock, and I moan with unbridled pleasure, exhausted, and happy.
Chapter Thirty - Mike
Neither of us say anything for a while; I don't think we can – we don’t have the energy or the mental capacity after experiencing orgasms like that. I've seen Katie buck underneath me like a Bronco before, but never quite like that! Maybe it's finally that the stress of not knowing whether she was going to pass her veterinary degree falling off her that caused it, but I don't care – whatever it was, it was amazing.
Finally, my breathing gets back to normal, and underneath me Katie's does too as she clings to my torso like a limpet, her nails dug into my back like she's afraid I'm going somewhere.
"How was that?" I grin, looking down at her flushed face with pleasure, and not a little bit of pride…
"How was that?" she asks. "How was that!"
"Um, yeah?" I say, bemusedly.
"Mike, you idiot, it was fucking incredible. I don't think," she pauses, breathless, "I don't think I've ever come like that! I thought I was going to wake Tommy up!"
"No," I agree, "I'm not sure you have. But now that we know you can…" I venture, grinning.
"I'm going to expect it every time," she grins back wickedly.
"Hey, I'll do my best," I say, "but no promises, that was…something else."
"We'll just have to get a lot of practice, won't we," she says cheekily.
"I'm not sure we could!" I say. "Do you think most married couples still sleep together as often as we do?"
"I don't know," she says, cocking her head to one side as she considers, and I hide my grin as I realize just how similar to Jake she looks while doing it – she definitely won't appreciate it if I tell her… "Let's not find out, eh? Let's just keep doing what we're doing and not risk anything."
"Believe me," I say, "that is completely, one hundred percent okay in my book. You know what?" I ask.
"What?"
"I knew nurses got horny, but I didn't know that vets were just the same… Congratulations, Katie Carson. Sorry – Doctor Katie Carson. You deserve it."
She punches me lightly, with an embarrassed look on her face, but I can tell that secretly she's as proud of what she's achieved as she should be, even if she’s too shy to admit it.
"I'm not a doctor, silly… Just a vet."
"You, Mrs. Carson, aren't ‘just’ anything – you know that? And anyway, I've always wanted to sleep with a doctor…"
"I told you, silly," she says with that cute little smile – the one where she scrunches up all the little muscles on her face until the dimples start showing, "that I'm not a doctor."
"You're my doctor," I say, glad that none of the guys I used to serve with are around to hear me say that – they'd have my guts for garters if they heard me being so soppy. Still, it's true with Katie – she is all I've ever wanted, and now I've got it. Got her. And got our child.
"How's Tommy doing?" I say, changing the topic of conversation. "Has his temperature come down yet?"
Katie hops to her feet, her body like a majestic dancer’s, with graceful curves paired with a sensual economy of movement, but right now she's moving so quickly that I get the sense that something is wrong. Luckily, Katie's quick to put my mind at ease.
"He's fine," she says with a guilty little laugh, "but you reminded me – it's time he had some food." She comes over to me, still naked, and I can't keep my eyes off her delicious breasts, which are dangling over me as she leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead.
"I'm sorry for distracting you…" I laugh, gently grabbing one of her pert breasts and rolling her still erect nipple between my fingers until she lets out a little breathy gasp. She grabs my face between her two hands and holds it still.
"Hey," she says giggling, "there'll be plenty of time for that later." And then she plants a long, passionate kiss directly on my lips. I lean into the kiss, savoring every moment as though I'm a long lost explorer finding water in the desert, not a man who’s already made love to my wife twice today, not one who has every intention of doing it again. She's insatiable, this woman – and every day I thank the stars that we run our own business, so we can tak
e off precisely the time we need to, for when we need to… You know.
"Come on then," I say, hoisting myself to my feet, "let's go see the little tyke."
I wander behind Katie – deliberately – so I can stare at her magnificent ass rippling with every step.
"Stop staring at me!" she giggles.
"Never! What kind of man would I be if I didn't admire something as incredible as your ass?" I ask. "I'm serious – they should declare this thing one of the seven wonders of the modern world."
"Stop playing around," she says, peeking over her shoulder and winking at me.
"What makes you think I am?" I ask, winking back. "Hey – should I put clothes on?"
She stops, turns, and looks at me, her eyes deliberately falling to the magnificent package between my legs. I feel it twitch and stiffen under her revealing gaze.
God, will this woman ever stop turning me on?
"Why would you do a silly thing like that?" she asks challengingly.