didn’t want to disappoint Justin. Her desperate, primal urge to please him couldn’t be denied.
All of a sudden, the sensations converged, blooming into a pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced. Urgency turned to patience. Peace and the largest orgasm in existence loomed within her reach. She moaned and relaxed into his punishment. “Yes, Justin. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
He stopped. She whimpered in protest, but she didn’t voice her displeasure. “Punishment is over, my lovely slave.” His cockhead eased into her pussy opening. His fingers pulled her ponytail from where he’d tucked it under the last loop of elastic. He wound her hair around his hand and pulled her head back.
For the first time, Trish noticed the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall next to the bed. Her flushed face stared, wide-eyed with wonder, from the reflection. Behind her, Justin, equally flushed, wore a look of triumphant determination that made her melt all over again, just as she had the first time she ever saw him all those years ago.
With a roar, he buried himself in her channel. She watched, fascinated, as he thrust into her. For a minute, she felt detached from her body. The wanton, well-loved woman in the mirror was a stranger. The man pounding his cock into her looked like the man she’d spent the better part of her life fantasizing about.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” His mantra reached her ears. He claimed her. He owned her, body and soul. Nothing desperate or uncertain remained. For the rest of their lives, they would be together.
“Yes,” she said as she jolted back into her body. Heat, molten and hard, made her muscles into a quivering mass. She had no control over any part of her body. Giving in, she put all of her trust in her husband.
Justin reached around and removed each nipple clamp, one right after the other, giving her no time to acclimate. Trish gasped as fire raced to her nipples. Justin only thrust faster. He gripped her hair tighter and pulled harder. She couldn’t hold off the orgasm. He’d said punishment was over. In a molten torrent, she came hard. Her pussy contracted, sucking him deeper and laying claim to him the way he claimed her. The waves of lava washing over her body went on and on. The keening cry issuing from the depths of her lungs followed the waves.
He thrust twice more and followed her over the precipice.
Trish lay trapped beneath his weight and made no effort to move him. She didn’t want any space separating her from the love she thought she’d lost. Tears gathered in her eyes, a reaction to the preciousness of their love and the terror she had carried for so long but refused to acknowledge. She hadn’t wanted to lose Justin. She hadn’t wanted to replace him. Terror and desperation had led her to contact Oasis.
She wept for what she’d nearly lost. She wept for the love she had almost betrayed.
Justin lifted his weight from her, his soft cock slipping from the channel he called home. He moved her to lie fully on the bed and folded her in his arms. “I’ve got you, honey. Let it out. Don’t keep it inside.”
She choked at his words. “I already cried.”
“You always used to cry after having a big orgasm. I hated it, but now I can appreciate what it really means.”
Trish struggled to control her sniffles as her tears tapered off. “What does it really mean?”
He pressed kisses to her eyelids and to the wet places on her cheeks. “It means you love the hell out of me and you feel both close to me and very vulnerable. It’s a precious gift, Trish. I’ll never take it for granted again.”
Vulnerable. Yes, she used to feel safe enough with Justin to not mind crying in front of him. When had she begun to hide her emotions? She clung to him until the trembling subsided, and then she fell asleep in the safety and comfort of his embrace.
Chapter Three
She woke from her nap warm and sated. The scent of sex filled the room, reminding Trish of this new side of
All of a sudden, the sensations converged, blooming into a pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced. Urgency turned to patience. Peace and the largest orgasm in existence loomed within her reach. She moaned and relaxed into his punishment. “Yes, Justin. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
He stopped. She whimpered in protest, but she didn’t voice her displeasure. “Punishment is over, my lovely slave.” His cockhead eased into her pussy opening. His fingers pulled her ponytail from where he’d tucked it under the last loop of elastic. He wound her hair around his hand and pulled her head back.
For the first time, Trish noticed the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall next to the bed. Her flushed face stared, wide-eyed with wonder, from the reflection. Behind her, Justin, equally flushed, wore a look of triumphant determination that made her melt all over again, just as she had the first time she ever saw him all those years ago.
With a roar, he buried himself in her channel. She watched, fascinated, as he thrust into her. For a minute, she felt detached from her body. The wanton, well-loved woman in the mirror was a stranger. The man pounding his cock into her looked like the man she’d spent the better part of her life fantasizing about.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” His mantra reached her ears. He claimed her. He owned her, body and soul. Nothing desperate or uncertain remained. For the rest of their lives, they would be together.
“Yes,” she said as she jolted back into her body. Heat, molten and hard, made her muscles into a quivering mass. She had no control over any part of her body. Giving in, she put all of her trust in her husband.
Justin reached around and removed each nipple clamp, one right after the other, giving her no time to acclimate. Trish gasped as fire raced to her nipples. Justin only thrust faster. He gripped her hair tighter and pulled harder. She couldn’t hold off the orgasm. He’d said punishment was over. In a molten torrent, she came hard. Her pussy contracted, sucking him deeper and laying claim to him the way he claimed her. The waves of lava washing over her body went on and on. The keening cry issuing from the depths of her lungs followed the waves.
He thrust twice more and followed her over the precipice.
Trish lay trapped beneath his weight and made no effort to move him. She didn’t want any space separating her from the love she thought she’d lost. Tears gathered in her eyes, a reaction to the preciousness of their love and the terror she had carried for so long but refused to acknowledge. She hadn’t wanted to lose Justin. She hadn’t wanted to replace him. Terror and desperation had led her to contact Oasis.
She wept for what she’d nearly lost. She wept for the love she had almost betrayed.
Justin lifted his weight from her, his soft cock slipping from the channel he called home. He moved her to lie fully on the bed and folded her in his arms. “I’ve got you, honey. Let it out. Don’t keep it inside.”
She choked at his words. “I already cried.”
“You always used to cry after having a big orgasm. I hated it, but now I can appreciate what it really means.”
Trish struggled to control her sniffles as her tears tapered off. “What does it really mean?”
He pressed kisses to her eyelids and to the wet places on her cheeks. “It means you love the hell out of me and you feel both close to me and very vulnerable. It’s a precious gift, Trish. I’ll never take it for granted again.”
Vulnerable. Yes, she used to feel safe enough with Justin to not mind crying in front of him. When had she begun to hide her emotions? She clung to him until the trembling subsided, and then she fell asleep in the safety and comfort of his embrace.
Chapter Three
She woke from her nap warm and sated. The scent of sex filled the room, reminding Trish of this new side of
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