My Rival Darling

by Kenna North

  Her hands seared twin paths up my torso, over my breasts, and back down again. I arched up into her touch, eager for her to do whatever she wanted to me. Her body belonged on top of mine. My pussy was tingling, even throbbing to be taken by her.

  “Do you want it?” she asked me.

  “Yes,” I answered breathlessly.

  “Once I do this, you’re not going anywhere, Alexis. You’re mine. You’re staying here – moving in with me and we’re done fucking around, seeing anyone else. We were meant to be together.”

  Did I want to stay with her? What would our co-workers say?

  Then again…

  What did it matter? Riley was right. We were made for each other. There was a reason even with all of our running around, we kept coming back together. Sure, we thought we were friends, but it was something more. Much more.

  I opened not just my legs to her, but my arms, and said, “I’m yours.”

  The moment I did, she positioned her pussy against mine, one of her legs hooking over one of mine, so she could rock against me. Our wetness slicked together and the motion was just right, our clits brushing. As she humped me with that lean, hard body of hers, I couldn’t wait to feel her orgasming on top of me. Her hands smoothed their way up my body again and this time clamped down over my breasts.

  “I love your tits,” she said as she thrust against me again. “They’re perfect for holding, so I can drive myself hard against you.”

  And that is what she proceeded to do – rub and grind herself over me again and again, as she used my breasts to keep me in place. I gasped and shook, my entire body already on the verge of orgasm again.

  The way she looked at me through half-lidded eyes that stayed intent on my face sent me over the edge. I thrashed beneath her, the sensations prolonged as she talked me through them.

  “That’s right, come for me, baby. I can feel your pussy gushing, making it so wet between us… and I’m… about to…” She clenched his teeth for a moment. “I’m going to come on your pussy, too, Alexis. Take it, baby.”

  And I did.

  Epilogue

  She looked beautiful.

  Of course, I was biased, but I thought my wife was the most gorgeous woman on the French Rivera. It was the perfect place to honeymoon in the summer – warm, exciting, and decadent. Like that sweet body I used night after night.

  Alexis stood in the surf wearing only her bikini bottoms and I thanked the French for topless beaches. She looked happy as she threw her head back, her long dark hair lifted by the gentle breeze, and her hands in the surf.

  I was happy too. Happy we finally realized we belonged together.