Steve cleaned up his wife like he’d done many times before. She sighed with how good the warmth of the washcloth felt against her thighs and her slickened folds. It hadn’t taken long for her body to recover, and as soon as it did, she wanted him again. As he stroked the washcloth against her, he made sure to come into contact with her clit. He watched it swell, and his dick swelled with it. Kayla mewled and pillowed her head on her arms behind her head as she watched Steve watch himself stroke her so intimately. It made her wet. She saw her husband’s eye flare when the evidence of her arousal suddenly glistened on her lips, and it made her feel so very wicked.
“Steve,” she called to him. He looked up at her, and she was so beautiful, her heavily lidded eyes calling to him with unmistakable sex. “I’m hungry.”
Steve knew she didn’t mean for food, but he played along, enjoying the seduction. “Yeah, baby? What are you hungry for?”
“You. More of you.” She moaned sexually and gathered her breast in her hand. Steve closed his eye and threw the waschcloth toward the bathroom where it fell in the doorway, forgotten. “My pussy wants that big, hard, cock of yours. Right now.”
Without warning, Steve grabbed Kayla by the back of her head and pulled her to him for a deep, hard kiss. They ate at each other’s mouths roughly, and they both knew once the foreplay was done, that this was going to be hard, fast f*cking. The image in Steve’s mind of his rock hard cock pounding into Kayla mercilessly until she came apart forced cum to escape from his swollen tip. And he couldn’t help but start pumping his fist over himself hard and fast. Kayla felt what Steve was doing and broke the kiss.
“I love watching you touch yourself,” she said, desire burning in her eyes. Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, and when Steve saw it, he fisted himself harder. “Are you going to make yourself come, Steve?” Kayla was whimpering with need as her nub throbbed to be touched. “Are you going to make yourself spray all over me?”
“No,” he huffed as sweat started to bead on his chest. “I’m going to f*ck you. But I like watching you crave me as I touch myself.”
Kayla saw that he wasn’t going to stop until she stopped him, and she was already so in need of release without even having been touched yet that she didn’t tempt his stamina any further. Kayla took his hand and stayed his motions. Then she leaned her mouth down to him and licked the considerable amount of fluid that had escaped to lubricate his self-satisfaction off of his penis. She started out just licking him lightly, but she quickly succumbed to his moans of pleasure and sucked him fully into her mouth. She fell to her stomach and moved her mouth expertly up and down over his shaft, faster, then slower, then sucked him hard. Just as she felt him start to approach the edge of his climax, she backed off of him and stood up off the bed.
“F*ck! Oh, baby, I need you to finish me.” Steve’s words were so raw and wanton. She met them with her own fervid and burning words.
“I think you promised to f*ck me first.”
“Did I promise?”
“Your eyes did.” Kayla sashayed around the room and swung her hips, knowing it was driving her husband wild. Then she went back to him where he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. She stood with her left leg beside Steve’s right leg, then lifted her foot to rest on the bed beside his left thigh. Steve bent his head to start licking her, but she stopped him and shook her head. “Do you know how wet you made me while you were pleasuring yourself?”
“I want to taste it.”
Kayla was breathing hard. “I want that, too. I want you to eat me before you f*ck me. But first I want you to watch, too.” This was not something they did that much of, mutual masturbation to send each other into a pre-coital frenzy. But when they did, it was so hot and so erotic that their orgasms sent them to unbelievable heights of bliss.
“Oh, baby, you go on. You stick that finger inside yourself and let me watch you.”
“You want me to use just one finger?”
“Oh … Please, Kayla,” Steve moaned. “Show me!”
Kayla hung on to Steve’s left shoulder as she reached her fingers down over her abdomen and down into her curls. When she reached her clit, she gasped.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Steve moaned. He reached up to squeeze her nipple as she dipped her finger into her opening to gather some wetness, then ran her middle finger’s slickness over her swollen clit. She moaned hotly with the first touch, and Steve didn’t want her to stop. He wanted nothing more than to keep watching her hips push against her fingers as they made hard circular motions over her sensitive nerves. He wanted to watch her come that way. He’d seen it before, but so rare. Now he was the one left craving. “I want you to make yourself come, Sweetness. Please, make yourself come, I want to see it pour out of you so I can drink it in.”
“Steve … Steve …” she moaned as the waves began to build. “Do you know what I’m thinking about?” She could barely get the words out, knowing he was watching her pleasure herself.
“Tell me, baby!”
“I’m fantasizing that it’s your thumb pressing so hard against my clit. Making me scream your name as you tell me how much you love me!”
“I do love you!”
Then he couldn’t take it. Steve stopped her movements and pulled her down onto his lap. He sucked her finger into his mouth and licked her cum off of her, then he kissed her with wild recklessness, unrestrained in his carnality. He grunted into the kiss, and Kayla growled her sexual need. “You’re my world, Steve!”
“I’m nothing without you!”
Then Steve laid back and in one swift move, he deftly brought Kayla’s pussy to his eager mouth by filling his palms with her ass and pulling her fluidly to him. She grabbed the bars of the headboard for leverage, and let her cries fill the room as he alternately sucked her essence into his mouth, then licked her petal-soft folds. Over and over, he ran his tongue up over her clitoris. He flicked it with his strong tongue, then he ruthlessly dragged the flat of his tongue over it with hard strokes.
“Yes! Steve, yes, yes, yes! There! God, so f*cking good, you make me feel so good!” Steve hummed and moaned into her crotch, never releasing her sensitive entrance, because it continued to offer him a never-ending amount of her essence. “How long have you been eating me?!”
“I’m never going to stop,” he said as he bit at her thigh roughly.
“Aah!” she cried out. When he returned he pushed his tongue deep inside her, and Kayla came hard against his mouth, her vaginal muscles constricting around his tongue, making his ballsac ache for release. She screamed out his name in ecstasy, and Steve smiled as he rode out the waves of pleasure he’d given her. Finally spent, she wanted to crumple against him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“No, no, baby, we’re not done.” Steve let her roll over onto her back momentarily as he stood up. Then he gently pulled her up and pinned her against the wall. “You’re not well-f*cked yet, and neither am I.”
“That’s right,” she moaned like she was drugged, anticipating what was still to come, “You promised to f*ck me, but all you did was eat me until I came hard around your tongue. That’s all.”
“A promise is a promise.”
“I’m not coming again unless you do.”
“Oh, you’re coming again, Sweetness. When I f*ck your brains out we both are.”
Kayla kissed him. Her cum was all over his face, and she kissed it off of him. The taste of herself, knowing he was between her legs taking her all in and would have taken more, drove her sexual desire into overdrive. She wanted him again, and she couldn’t wait another moment. She licked her husband’s mouth and cheeks and chin, and Steve wanted to erupt with the provocative and positively lustful acts she was performing. Then she wrapped her fingers in his hair and roughly pulled. “I love it when you say you’re going to f*ck my brains out. I love it when you say it. It makes me, sooo weeeet, she whimpered loudly. It makes me want you to take me so hard, Steve. Any way, any position. Tell me again! That you want to f*ck my brains out.”
“Tell me again that your pussy needs my hard cock.” She could feel Steve’s penis quivering against her center. He rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing a forceful entrance that they both craved.
Kayla got a steeled look in her eye and fisted his hair more tightly. “Tell me you want to f*ck me!”
Steve squeezed her breast and sucked at the other one. “Your pussy. Say it,” he insisted.
“I need your cock in my pussy, Steve! I need my husband to f*ck me!”
“More, Kayla. Please, more!” But his cock wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
“I want you to f*ck my pussy. I want you to f*ck me so hard, Steve. So hard.” Her tone begged him, pleaded for succor.
“Again!”
“F*ck me, dammit!”
Steve roughly turned his wife to face the wall she was pinned against, then he bent his legs and thrusted upward hard into her glistening, wet center. They both moaned. Kayla loved being taken from behind, the stimulation in this position a different kind of ecstasy. Then he pumped. Hard. Making her body jerk upward with each thrust. But Steve wanted to watch his dick disappear inside of her, so he bent her down and turned slightly so that her arms could hold onto the arm of the chair her dress was laying delicately on. “Baby … Sweetness … You were so beautiful in that dress tonight. So damned beautiful.” Kayla cried out Steve’s name with the love she felt surrounding her, but she wasn’t coming yet, and Steve needed to release. “I’m watching my dick slide in and out of you, baby.” The words came out in panted huffs as his balls slapped against her ass hard and fast. “It’s all wet with your cum, and it feels so good.”
“Harder! Steve harder! Talk dirtier!”
Steve pulled out of her, and she cried out. He quickly picked her up and threw her onto the bed and arranged her on all fours as he remained standing. He gripped her neck with a gentleness that belied the needful sexuality pouring out of him and pushed her down so that her face was in the mattress and her ass was high in the air. He placed hot, wet kisses from her neck down her back, and onto her ass where he then did some of his own biting before he impaled her one last time. He pulled her hips into him with his left hand as he pounded into her fast, making his cock swell with ready seed. Then he reached around with his right hand and rubbed her clit with the slickness that was all over her.
“I’m f*cking your brains out, Kayla. Is that what you wanna hear?!”
“Yes!” She panted and her breasts shook beneath her with each thrust of her husband’s powerful hips. “More!”
“You know what I’m gonna do to you this week on our honeymoon? I’m gonna f*ck your tits. Gonna make love to you on the beach. Gonna take you when you least expect it, and you’re not gonna be able to make a sound as you shake in silence! Gonna screw you so good you’ll be begging me to stop!”
“I’m begging you to make me … Uhhhhh!” Kayla came hard as her husband’s endless ministrations against her tight bundle of nerves continued unyieldingly.
“Yeah … baby … that’s it, you scream!” She did scream. Kayla screamed her husband’s name, as she was now very well-f*cked. But he didn’t stop rubbing her clitoris. Kayla was now leaving her body. It was too painful to let him continue, but the aftershocks it set off in her felt so good that she never wanted the pleasure to end. The painful pleasure took her to a high she’d seldom known. And her next orgasm came without warning to both of them, sending her over the edge into semi-consciousness. Her vagina pulsed around his cock, and he grunted with animalistic sexuality. “Can’t take it! My cock can’t take it! Coming … COMING KAYLA!”
Steve exploded inside of his wife, spraying himself in thick spurts that felt so good, so unbelievably, erotically good with each release that he joined her on the blissful plane of existence that she’d already reached. His cock pulsed and quivered inside of her, and she felt him possess her with his seed. He continued to rage his cum inside of her, the feelings so intense that he finally released her clitoris and wrapped both arms around her from his position still behind her and squeezed tightly with absolute, unrestrained feeling.
Kayla had collapsed in his arms, and he collapsed with her on the bed. He was still inside her as they lay on their sides in their favorite position. Kayla was conscious but couldn’t move or speak. She could only gasp lungfulls of air as she felt the pleasure of her orgasm radiate from her belly throughout her body. She felt Steve’s arms around her, and she dug her head into him from behind, burrowing like he loved to feel her do. She squeezed her legs together and felt her clitoris react to even that mild contact, and her orgasm radiated more.
Steve whimpered from behind her. He placed endless kisses on her head, neck, and shoulders, and stroked her wherever he could reach. He had to feel her in his hands. Her forehead, her cheeks, her belly, her breasts, her hips. Any part of Kayla was a part of her he wanted to be touching right now.
Steve slipped out of her, their combined fluid having trailed down their legs long ago. They laid in each others arms for another moment before Kayla turned to face him and began kissing him. She knew she should get up and clean off, but she just felt very tender toward him right now and needed to express that to him.
Steve ran the back of his hand down her flawless cheek. “Sweetness, are you ok?”
Kayla nodded with a very serious look. “I’m wonderful. I just wanted to kiss you.”
“Are you sure? You seem anxious.”
Kayla chuckled. “Steve, you just gave me what I think was the best sex of my life, I’m not anxious.”
But she was. It was the love coursing through her, it overwhelmed her, and she needed somewhere to put it. Right now, she was putting it into this kiss. Which Steve continued to take in equal measure with his own (more maybe).
“That was amazing, Kayla. Hot. Sexy.”
“Beautiful.”
“Unbelievably beautiful.” Steve reached down to her crotch as he gound into her from behind. “We need that washcloth back.”
They got up and showered off together quickly, kissing and fondling each other gently as the water flowed over them. They wanted each other again, but they were both still too overstimulated. By the time they got out, their hair wet, they were ready for each other.
“So if you had to choose, you’d take the warm, gentle mornings?”
Steve thought about it again and nodded. “Yeah, baby, I would. I don’t want to choose, because I don’t have a favorite. F*cking you,” he smiled almost bashfully, “is exciting, and making love gently and sweetly is, too. Different ways, but neither I want to give up.
“Then why did you choose the mornings?”
Steve laughed. “’Cause you made me.”
Kayla was snuggled up against him as he held her in bed, and she poked him in admonishment. “Come on, why?”
“You first. You didn’t tell me what you’d choose.”
Kayla’s gaze became solemn. “I choose the mornings, too. I feel so loved and cherished in the mornings. We’ve just woken up, I don’t look all dressed up, I’ve got bedhead—”
“You know I love your bedhead.”
“—and there’s just nothing perfect about me. But the way you look at me when you make love to me, like I’m a treasure. Like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. I never want to give that up.”
Steve’s patch was still resting beneath Kayla’s pillow. He lifted the pillow and saw it there, then he asked, “is this where you used to keep it. Under the pillow like this?”
Kayla’s eyes watered slightly. “Yes. Not this one, the one in LA, of course. But yes. I missed you so much.” Thanks to these jumps, he now really understood just how much she did.
“You missed me making love to you in the mornings.” Kayla nodded. “I’m going to give all those mornings back to you. I’m going to make love to you every morning to make up for the 16 years of missed mornings. And you can hang on to me instead of this.” Kayla nodded, refusing to let her tears come. Steve started rubbing his wife’s breasts lazily, rolling her nipples in his fingers. They felt good, and his arousal started to stir. “Baby, what’s your most favorite time we ever made love?”
“Oh, that’s not fair. I can’t possibly pick one time.”
“Nope, I asked the question, you have to answer.”
“I thought that was just the Stockholm question,” she protested.
“Nah, this one, too.”
“Noooo,” she whined, “how do I do that?”
“Tell you what, I’ll answer it, too.”
“Ok. Here’s my answer. Every time.”
“No, that’s cheating. Eeh! Wrong. Penalty box, now I have to make love to you again tonight.”
“Such a punishment.”
“Too much?”
“God, no.” She smiled then got serious again. “Steve, that’s a loaded question. If I answer it, then all the other times that are precious will seem … less precious.”
“No they won’t. Ok, let me rephrase the question. Which time do you remember the most … fiercely?”
“Our first time.” She answered it without hesitation. “On the roof. I had wanted you for so long. I had wanted to hear you say you love me for so long. You didn’t say it while we made love, but I felt it. I felt you showing me. It was so tender and beautiful. It felt so good. You were so loving, I felt worshipped.
“I still worship you.”
Kayla ran her thumb across Steve’s lips. Her gaze was filled with the words she didn’t have. “Now you.”
Steve took a deep breath. “Our house in 1979. When you gave me your virginity.” That did bring a sting to Steve’s eye. “God, Kayla. I made love to you with two eyes that really saw you. I’d never been given anyone’s innocence like that. And being given yours, the only woman I’ve ever loved? Oh, Kayla. Taking it. Having it …” Kayla kissed his cheek and wiped the tear away with her thumb. “I crawled on top of you,” and he did the same now. “You were so brave. You were ready for the pain, and I was afraid of it.” He bent his head to kiss her lips gently, like he’d done that night. “You wanted to please me.”
“I wanted it to be special for both of us. I wanted you to feel bliss.”
“Oh, Sweetness. I did. But it was me who was desperate to make this something that could please you. When I entered you, Kayla,” and Steve’s erect penis hovered at Kayla’s center as she opened her legs to him, “I’d never felt you so tight. Ever. I dind’t want to hurt you, but it was unbelievable how it felt inside of you.”
“How did it feel?”
Steve very gently plunged inside of her. He’d just taken her so hard and so rough, he refused to do anything more than show her the most gentle strokes. Kayla mewled softly, and Steve answered. “It felt warm, baby. Loving. Like home.” Kayla sighed with the memory of being one with husband that night, as well as with the feeling of surrounding him now. “So, I slipped inside you, like I just did now, and I felt you rock against me. I wanted to cry from how much I loved you. It felt so good. You kissed my chest and licked my nipple and touched me.” Kayla did all those things to him now, and Steve started to moan. He’d just been inside her less than an hour ago, but now making love to her anew, it was like homecoming all over again.
Steve’s words to her as they relived this were magic. “Steve, I love you. If we ever jump there again, then I’ll give you my virginity again and again and again.”
“Baby,” Steve’s heart burst as he started to move back and forth inside her with the gentlest of plunges, mirroring his actions on that beautiful Valentine’s Day night. “Do you remember me asking if you were ok?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “The look on your face was so tender.”
“I was afraid of hurting you. I couldn’t make you bleed, I just couldn’t. You said you were ok, but I could hear in your voice that it didn’t feel good.”
“Oh, baby …” Kayla sighed with love for him as he continued to rock against her. She kissed the bottom of his left eye, and Steve sighed, too.
“It killed me, but you kissed me and told me to go on, and I could feel your flesh start to break, Kayla. Did you know that? I could feel it.”
She shook her head as a tear fell down the side of her face. Steve was pushing himself in and out of her at a steady rhythm, and Kayla started to feel the orgasm build within her as she caressed his buttocks and kissed his tattoo.
“I wanted to make you come. You felt so good.” He closed his eye, and Kayla watched as he transported himself. “I just wanted to thrust into you,” he panted as his thrusts deepened. “I just wanted to move faster and let myself tear you open, but I couldn’t do it … until you told me to. You said to go ahead, and you hung on to me so tight.”
“I remember,” Kayla whimpered. “It hurt, but I was never so happy in my life when you finally ripped through me. Took my virginity. Took what belonged to you.”
“I felt you give way, and you cried. And my heart broke.”
“Mine soared! Steve, don’t cry, it was wonderful. I told you—”
“That you’d never felt so cherished. And I felt … proud. I felt like a man. I felt like your man.”
“You are my man.”
“And I made you come! God, Kayla, I made you come!”
“I’m coming now. You’re giving me another orgasm, Steve, my God, how? How?!”
“Come on, baby,” Steve sped up his movements, and his hardness felt unbelievably good against her g-spot. “Oh, Sweetness, I can’t stop! Kayla!” The orgasm ripped through him, and Steve saw stars in the heavens above. He pulsed his cum into her for the third time that evening, surprised he had any left. “You’re my only woman,” he gasped. For life.”
Kayla’s g-spot ignited with his words and final rhythmic strokes so that she contracted around him intensely. As she shuddered beneath him, Steve felt it and heard her sexual moan. It milked him with loving, sexual insistence.
“My Sweetness!” he cried out. “My beautiful wife!”
“Uuuhhh …” Kayla grunted. “Steve.” So many orgasms so close together. Kayla couldn’t focus.
“That’s it, Sweetness, I’m giving that to you.”
“So good, baby,” she cooed.
Steve relived the end of their lovemaking the night he took her virginity by covering her lips with his, as he’d done that night, and swept his tongue into her mouth. He sucked her breast into his mouth to give her the highest pleasure he could as she came around him, and he felt her mouth suckle his neck as he thrust for the final time. Again, they floated above themselves in ecstasy. When they’d come back down to lay in each other’s arms, Steve kissed her gently.
“And that, my beautiful wife, is why I remember the night you gave me your virginity most. If I’m picking a favorite, I guess that’s the one. It was one of the most cherished things I’ll ever have. You gave me such a gift. It’s dear and beloved to me.
Kayla wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and held him intensely. “You’re an amazing man. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Sweetness.”
It was midnight. Steve got up to get a fresh washcloth, and when he came back, he cleaned up his wife as she lay in their bed like this for the second time that night.
“How are you feeling?” Steve asked.
“I’m feeling so good. So, so good.”
“How about here?” he asked as he ran the washcloth ever so gently up her slit.
“I’m ok,” she smiled.
“You’re sore.”
“It’s my wedding night, I’m supposed to be sore.”
“Baby, no matter what you ever try to say when we have a lot of sex, I don’t feel right when you end up feeling sore like this. You need a break.”
“I don’t want a break.”
“Are you tired?”
Kayla closed her eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath. The washcloth did feel good. He felt her wince slightly, however, when it came into contact with the clitoris he’d so relentlessly pleasured. “Oh, baby.”
“Shh, it’s ok. I’m not that tired, actually. I feel relaxed.”
Steve had an idea that would have made his penis stir if it wasn’t in bad need of the recovery it was currently enjoying. His body wouldn’t let him have her yet. But he knew what they were going to do next.
Steve stood up and lifted Kayla’s naked body into his arms. She held on to him with her hands clasped behind his neck. And they kissed passionately, lovingly.
“Mr. Johnson, I sense that you’re about to do something with me.”
“I keep tellin’ you, Sweetness, you’ve always been the smart one.”
Kayla giggled. “So … is this going to be a secret like our honeymoons?”
“Nah, I’m takin’ you just into the next room. We’re having a warm, relaxing bath.”
Kayla’s eyebrows shot up and her heart quickened. “I love baths with you.”
“I know you do. I do, too.”
“We haven’t done that in so long! Ooh, put me down, let’s go!”
“Ok, baby, relax, we’ll get there.” He put her down, and she burrowed herself into him. Feeling her do that was elation. “I love that, Kayla.”
She hummed out a chuckle. “Wait a minute, she cooed. Is that all we’re doing in there?”
Now Steve looked down at her lasciviously and cocked his eyebrow. “Nope.”