I let my gaze lazily slide over her curves and sexy lingerie. My wife is a fucking stunner, and it’s been way too damn long since I’ve had her underneath me. Hard to imagine since we’ve been sleeping in one bed ever since we spilled our feelings and continued life together well over a year ago. But having a baby and living itself does interrupt and rearrange normality.
She huffs and strips away the bright pink lace that was covering her pussy and magnificent tits. I know there’s a big fucking difference between men and women. The mention of tits and pussy states the obvious, but it’s the whole brain function where the difference lies.
For instance, I’m good with what we just discussed; no hard feelings. But my woman? She’s still pissed. She’ll think shit over for hours–if not days. It just shows the complexity and it’s also the reason why I wanted her to get stuck into the case that had been Galen’s obsession before he died, and my burden since I haven’t been able to close it on my own either.
“Close the door on your way out, Archer. I don’t like the draft when I’m taking a shower.”
I lean forward and close the door, keeping myself right where I am; inside the bathroom along with her. I love my woman’s fire. Even when we were kids–during one of the many barbecues either of our parents’ MC organized–she’d catch my attention. Always fierce with games or meddling between arguments of other kids.
She’s not one to sit back and keep quiet; she takes action and isn’t afraid to voice her opinion. But in this case she’s the silent one while giving me a glare to let me know she’s stewing shit over in her head.
I take off my cut, fold it up, and place it on the cabinet in the corner. Discarding the rest of my clothes I join my woman in the large shower. Thank fuck I placed a large rain shower in here when we built this house, allowing the both of us to be surrounded with hot water.
Stepping closer, I let my hands roam over her hips before pulling her back against my front, my cock deliciously nestling against her ass. My lean body against her softness; perfection in all ways. She can still be pissed at me but her body craves my touch as mine lights up with the pleasure of hers.
I nuzzle her neck and let one of my hands slide up to cup, and knead, her breast. The moan mixing with the steam heats the room while our bodies boil over with lust. I might not even last and spill my cum all over her ass; it’s been too long since I’ve been inside her.
I tweak her nipple and my name rolls over her tongue in a plea for more. She’s always been responsive, either to my hands, mouth, dick…greedy and demanding; she’s my own slice of paradise and knows exactly how to satisfy a man like me.
“I love you,” I whisper right next to her ear.
“Show me, Arch. Please, it’s been so long.”
Dammit all to hell. How is that not a kick in the balls when you have the perfect woman but you’re a dick to neglect the most important things in life? My head has been so damn busy with running the MC, the shop, our young family…life. While this woman has stood by my side without giving a single complaint and now this plea?
I spin her around in my arms and slam my mouth over hers while I press her body against the tiles. Grabbing her ass, I easily take her weight to cage her in and open her up to take my dick. Her legs wrap around me, nails sliding over my back to urge me on.
My dick easily finds her wet slit as the head already gets sucked in. I swirl my tongue around hers, tasting, thrusting, dominating; letting her know exactly what my dick is going to do with her pussy. Yet my dick is slowly seeking entrance with dragging thrusts.
She’s so damn tight. It’s been too long since we had sex and I don’t want to hurt her or make her too sore because I intend to make more damn time to worship her the way we consumed one another the day we started our lives together.
Once I’m fully lodged inside, I rip my mouth from hers and bury my head into the crook of her neck. I need a moment to breathe through the pleasure flowing through every cell in my body. Her pussy clenches and a rumble of approval flows through my chest.
“Fuck me, Arch…what are you waiting for?” she taunts and this woman knows exactly how to push me.
I’m like putty in her hands because in all seriousness, her hands are perfection and every single caress is hotwiring my body; lust mixed with love and pleasure.
“I’m waiting for reality to come crashing in, darlin’. Something feeling as magnificent as your pussy squeezing the life out of my cock only happens in dreams.” I drag my dick slowly out of her body. “Now, I might be ready…but I don’t think you are,” I taunt in return and slam back inside her.
My hips start a rhythm where I know for damn sure I’ll feel my sore muscles for three days straight but this feels too damn good. Her head is buried in the crook of my neck, lips sliding over my skin, teeth nipping, nails dragging, mewls flowing. One, all, there isn’t a single thing not wrapped or caused by our pleasure.
“Archer,” she gasps and manages to turn my name into a needy moan.
“I’m right here with you,” I grunt.
I grip her lush ass harder to keep her in place while my dick pistons inside her as if our lives depend on it. And they do because my heart is running at full speed to keep up with hers as her pussy starts to spasm around me, ripping the orgasm straight from my balls as I bellow her name in utter bliss.
My knees give way and I have no other option but to slide to the ground and keep her pinned to me, making her straddle my lap. We’re a heap of entwined flesh and bones but the love pounding strong is what binds our bodies together.
This point in time right here proves how we were always meant to be together. Thrown into our bond hot and wild, everything at full speed causing months of no intimacy with the havoc running our lives, and yet we manage to pull through; to hit pause and relish in our closeness once more.
“I love you so damn much, woman,” I mutter and nuzzle her neck.
A sweet as hell giggle slips over my skin. “That’s the euphoric high of your orgasm doing the talking.”
I fist her hair and pull her head back to look in her eyes when I tell her, “That’s what made me add the ‘so damn much’ part. ’Cause you know I love you unconditionally, no matter what.”
Her gaze falls to my mouth. Licking her bottom lip she replies, “It’s the ‘so damn much’ part that’s unconditionally for me. Now kiss me before we turn completely mushy, because I’m liking the high we’re still riding.”
“Woman,” I growl. “Give me a second and you’ll be riding my cock.”
I swear she mutters, “Such a hopeless romantic,” right before I crash my mouth to hers.
I wasn’t joking. My dick is still buried in her sweet pussy and I might have coated her with my cum once, but it’s not enough. There’s an instant awareness flickering in my brain of the fact we didn’t use a condom. And since Queenie was born she’s been breastfeeding her so she hasn’t used the pill.
Realizing we could be trying for a second child is making me hard as fuck. My woman always looks gorgeous but there’s something primal in seeing her swollen belly, filled with our child while she’s standing barefoot in our kitchen.
Her hips shift and she easily lifts herself up and down my hard length. She places her forehead against mine, making this moment more intimate. Our eyes are locked as our bodies melt into one where we’re slowly riding toward a shared release.