asleep. Chelsea sighed as she lay back amongst the pillows. She couldn’t quite believe she’d stayed up past three in the morning just talking with Ty Benson. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done something like that with Jake. Probably before Faye was born. Her eyes closed, bringing back the image of Tyler looking at her as though she was the only woman in the universe.
The darkness of the blue gaze told her how much he wanted her. She only had to glance at his mouth to know how badly he wanted to kiss her. But he held back. She knew it was out of respect for her marriage. But there was still a part of her that wondered what it would be like, feel like, to be kissed by Ty Benson and have him mean it. The girl who’d wanted him at seventeen was very vocal as her devil’s advocate. Regardless of her confused emotions, one minute she was listening to his melodious voice tell a story, the next she was staring into Jake’s for once unreadable, fixed gaze.
Jake…
Chelsea shifted, rolling onto her side, and faced her man. She reached out a hand and traced the muscular path of his bare back with her fingers. She flattened her palm against the dip of his waist, enjoying the heat that emanated from him. She spooned up behind him, her naked breasts pressed against the smooth, warm skin of his back. Her traveling hand came to a rest low on his abdomen, between his groin and his bellybutton. It was the sleeping position she had assumed initially the night they had met, and ever since… save for the last few weeks. She’d missed it. She’d missed him.
That thought in mind, she snuggled even closer, her nipples stiff against his back from the friction, noting his body’s response nudge her hand as he lengthened, hardened. She kissed the hot skin between his shoulder blades, curled her fingers around his turgid erection, squeezed it lightly as it throbbed with life in her hand. “Jake…”
Her husband rolled over onto his back, then onto his side, facing her. Without saying a word, he drew one taut nipple into his mouth, flicked his tongue against it and suckled until Chelsea arched up against him. One hand slid down her side, reached her waist, and gently pushed her until she lay on her back. It continued down to her naked cleft, and a finger slipped inside, found her wet, willing.
On their own, her legs parted to allow him more access, her hips curling against his hand as it drummed nimbly against her clit.
Jake’s tongue trailed from one nipple to the other, then dipped down, down further, past her belly button, past her shaved mound. It curled hot and wet around Chelsea’s swollen clitoris, made her moan, raise her hips. His hands palmed the supple globes of her rear and lifted her pussy to his mouth. He dipped in for a taste, and she jumped. His fingers gripped her ass, held her still. He lapped at her pussy as though it was the finest cuisine, drilled his tongue deep into its depths as though it was his cock, until she was a quivering mass of pure sensation, pure pleasure.
Her head tipped back, her fists clenched the sheet at her sides, her hips moved in time with her husband’s actions, her body hummed as the intense feeling of suspended gratification coiled low in her belly and slowly spread throughout her limbs. “Oh, God…” she whispered. Almost there, she felt like thunderclouds coming together before the storm, and she was about to break. Dimly, as through from a long distance, she heard Jake speak, and she struggled to listen to his words.
“Remember the fantasy you once had, of Ty Benson doing this to you,” he said, his voice pitched low, between long, heavenly glides of his tongue.
“Oh, God… Yes …”
He shifted his grip on her ass in order to slide first one finger, then two deep inside her, fucking her with the strong digits as he sucked on her throbbing clit. As one drummed against her G-spot, what started out as a moan became a soft scream as her body shook, her pelvis
The darkness of the blue gaze told her how much he wanted her. She only had to glance at his mouth to know how badly he wanted to kiss her. But he held back. She knew it was out of respect for her marriage. But there was still a part of her that wondered what it would be like, feel like, to be kissed by Ty Benson and have him mean it. The girl who’d wanted him at seventeen was very vocal as her devil’s advocate. Regardless of her confused emotions, one minute she was listening to his melodious voice tell a story, the next she was staring into Jake’s for once unreadable, fixed gaze.
Jake…
Chelsea shifted, rolling onto her side, and faced her man. She reached out a hand and traced the muscular path of his bare back with her fingers. She flattened her palm against the dip of his waist, enjoying the heat that emanated from him. She spooned up behind him, her naked breasts pressed against the smooth, warm skin of his back. Her traveling hand came to a rest low on his abdomen, between his groin and his bellybutton. It was the sleeping position she had assumed initially the night they had met, and ever since… save for the last few weeks. She’d missed it. She’d missed him.
That thought in mind, she snuggled even closer, her nipples stiff against his back from the friction, noting his body’s response nudge her hand as he lengthened, hardened. She kissed the hot skin between his shoulder blades, curled her fingers around his turgid erection, squeezed it lightly as it throbbed with life in her hand. “Jake…”
Her husband rolled over onto his back, then onto his side, facing her. Without saying a word, he drew one taut nipple into his mouth, flicked his tongue against it and suckled until Chelsea arched up against him. One hand slid down her side, reached her waist, and gently pushed her until she lay on her back. It continued down to her naked cleft, and a finger slipped inside, found her wet, willing.
On their own, her legs parted to allow him more access, her hips curling against his hand as it drummed nimbly against her clit.
Jake’s tongue trailed from one nipple to the other, then dipped down, down further, past her belly button, past her shaved mound. It curled hot and wet around Chelsea’s swollen clitoris, made her moan, raise her hips. His hands palmed the supple globes of her rear and lifted her pussy to his mouth. He dipped in for a taste, and she jumped. His fingers gripped her ass, held her still. He lapped at her pussy as though it was the finest cuisine, drilled his tongue deep into its depths as though it was his cock, until she was a quivering mass of pure sensation, pure pleasure.
Her head tipped back, her fists clenched the sheet at her sides, her hips moved in time with her husband’s actions, her body hummed as the intense feeling of suspended gratification coiled low in her belly and slowly spread throughout her limbs. “Oh, God…” she whispered. Almost there, she felt like thunderclouds coming together before the storm, and she was about to break. Dimly, as through from a long distance, she heard Jake speak, and she struggled to listen to his words.
“Remember the fantasy you once had, of Ty Benson doing this to you,” he said, his voice pitched low, between long, heavenly glides of his tongue.
“Oh, God… Yes …”
He shifted his grip on her ass in order to slide first one finger, then two deep inside her, fucking her with the strong digits as he sucked on her throbbing clit. As one drummed against her G-spot, what started out as a moan became a soft scream as her body shook, her pelvis
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