“Today is the day.”
I looked over at Greg and had to smile. He had been counting down days like it was Christmastime.
“I know, baby, you circled today in red on all of the calendars.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was nice to know that he was ready for the marriage to finally be consummated, but I had to get Dano to bed.
“Well.”
I looked down and then back to him. “Baby, I have to put him to bed and then take a shower.” I touched my hair and I could feel it sticking out from the bun that topped my head. “I look a mess!”
“You are beautiful, baby. Let me have him and I’ll put him to bed.”
“Really?” He still surprised me with how hands-on he was. It was not at all what I had expected, but he had been a godsend the last few weeks. Greg was so understanding, and even though I wasn’t gyrating like he was, I was ready to feel him inside of me again. It had been far too long, and there was nothing but need in both of us.
The water was hot, and just having a moment in the heat to rinse off was enough to push me into the mood for my husband. I was so nervous I was shaking, and I knew it was because I needed him so badly. I was as tired of the wait as he was.
The bathroom door opened and I could see Greg coming in. My mind had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I started involuntarily, but the startled feeling was gone quickly. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but Greg never did seem to care about what was going on around him. All he cared about was getting what was his.
Moving back, I watched him drop the rest of his clothes. His hard body kept my eyes on him, and I followed his last few steps to the shower door. I could see him, but not as clearly as I would have liked. The door was frosted, but not enough to keep the hard lines of his body from my hungry eyes. Greg’s body had been burned into my memory from the first time we were together. It seemed like so long ago, but my body responded like it was the first time.
The cold tile bit on my back and ass as I moved back and his large body filled the small space. The door wasn’t shut before his hand was pulling me to his hot lips. They were searching and tasting, pulling me into a grasp that I couldn’t get out of. I could never tell him no, but when Greg’s mouth was on me, nothing else mattered.
Every time we were together, he controlled me. Every flick of his tongue enticed me and made me forget everything but him. I wanted something more, and before I was completely wrapped up and lost in his web, I pulled away and watched his dark green eyes open slowly to meet mine. I wanted to watch his face as I moved down to take him into my mouth.
I had never tasted him before, never taken the time to wrap my lips around his long length, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I could already feel my need rising and wetness creeping between my legs that had nothing to do with the water streaming down from above. My knees shook as I moved in front of him, his hardness inches from my lips.
Looking up at him, I saw that Greg’s face was predatory. I knew that he wanted to be inside of my mouth badly. His tip was twitching in my face. Opening my mouth slowly, I moved to take him in, stopping when my lips were just past the head. I stopped his hips from moving forward and finally closed my lips around the silken rod. The growl in the back of his throat spurred me on.
Pulling my mouth away, I wrapped my hands around the base, twisting slightly as I stroked up. My lips and tongue licked and tasted down the underside of his thickness, my fingers rubbing the top in synch. Moving back up to the top, I slide my lips around the twitching head and suckled on the tip as my hand moved slowly on the slippery skin.
Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were closed. I could feel a stray hand on the back of my head, weaving into my wet strands. I needed more and moved him deeper against my throat. I tried to take him all in at once and was confronted with the tip in the back of my throat. Pushing my throat muscles back, I pulled him out and took a breath before doing it again. The only thing I could hear over my beating heart was the short groans coming from his lips.
As my pace quickened, the noise above me got louder. I could feel the hard end hitting the back of my throat, and his hips were moving forward to meet my mouth. I had given up on using my hand, taking both to brace myself against his rutting hips. His salty taste started to fill the back of my mouth, overpowering my senses and making me add suction to his length.
The grip on my hair tightened and the taste became a flood of need. There was so much that I had to swallow before my mouth filled with his seed and I wasted a drop. As more came out, I looked up into his emerald eyes. The look alone made my insides throb for him.
As he pulled back, I moved forward, not allowing the hardness to escape my lips. I wanted more. I wanted him hard again, and I quickly moved down the length with my mouth. Greg groaned, and the sound was pitched high compared to the previous ones. I knew that his tip was sensitive, but I only relented when he was finally full and ready for me again.
Standing up, I turned around and looked behind me. He needed no invitation, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me back to his waiting cock. I cried out when he pushed deep suddenly, filling me with his thickness as he stretched my insides to accommodate his girth. It had been so long that it felt like the first time, and I gritted my teeth to the challenge. It had been far too long since I had him inside of me, and I was sure that this was the closest thing to heaven on earth.
Greg was gentle with me at first. He had been since we got back together, but I didn’t want a soft touch, I wanted the man that I had first fallen for. More than that, I needed that man.
“Please, Greg, more.”
Knowing what it was that I needed, he growled into my ear, giving me exactly what I asked for. Everything that I needed was in Greg’s power to give me, and he gave it willingly. I had never been so content as at the end of that night.
“How did I get so lucky, Greg?”
He chuckled and told me that it was my name. “It just stuck with me. You were a parasite, worming your way in.”
I just sighed, and though it was the worst metaphor ever, it was still really sweet. Whatever it was, I was glad he was there with me now.
~THE END~