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“Fuck, that feels good,” I manage to sputter out just as she circles the tip of it around my opening. My hands find her breasts and I rub my fingers across the soft supple skin before tracing her nipple. “You’re so incredible.”
She beams under my praise. “I think you’re pretty incredible too.” She leans down and wraps her lips around my dick just as she pushes the vibrator slightly inside. I gasp at the foreign feeling but already feel myself being pulled under by the force of her mouth. She sucks hard, lowering herself slowly down my shaft just as she pushes the vibrator an inch further.
I clench around it, and I feel overstimulated but in the best fucking way. She pulls off of my dick and a trail of her spit connects her mouth to my cock before her tongue darts out and licks it away. “Are you okay?” she whispers, and I nod.
“More,” I grunt and surprise reflects on her face. She pushes a little bit further and I let out a groan that I wasn’t expecting. “Fuck me.” I throw an arm over my eyes. No more than a second later, I move my arm when I feel her weight on top of me and I watch as Marissa slides herself slowly down on my cock. I can still feel the vibrator in my ass and the feeling of her snug cunt wrapped around my dick has me chasing my climax.
“I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted your dick inside me.” She spins her hips every time I bottom out inside of her all while she has one hand behind her keeping the vibrator in place. She continues to fuck me, bouncing her sexy body up and down on me and I feel my balls starting to tingle with the need to release.
“You’re going to make me come, I need you to get there. You need some friction on your pretty little clit?” I reach for the vibrator I was using on her earlier and press it against her clit causing a part squeal part moan to leave her lips. Fuck, there is something so hot about us both using vibrators on each other while I’m inside of her.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she screams, and then I feel her pulsing around me and pushing the vibrator a little further into my ass. I thrust upward one final time just as my climax sucks me under like a tidal wave. She moves the vibrator out of my ass and just rubs it around the opening again and I swear it extends my orgasm. My dick just keeps pulsing, shooting god knows how much cum inside of her.
What if I get her pregnant?
That thought floats through my head at the peak of my high and I’m instantly flooded with images of a baby that looks a little more like her than me but enough that people would know I’m the father.
“You’re looking at me like you want to do that again,” she says as she hovers over me and presses her lips to mine gently. Both of the vibrators are off, quieting the room of the low hum of the sex toys.
I’m still thinking about what it would be like if she were to get pregnant despite the high wearing off and I realize that it might actually be something I want at some point.I want every single thing I haven’t had before, with her.
I slide my tongue into her mouth and flip us so that I’m on top of her. She wraps her legs around my waist and my dick slides through her slit. “Many many more times, in fact.”
I wake up the next morning to sunlight streaming through Chris’ window and the sound of his soft snoring behind me. I’m on my side, still naked from last night, with his arm wrapped around my waist and his chest pressed directly against my back. Our legs are entwined and one of his hands rested over mine like we have to be attached at every point possible. I’m grateful for the two glasses of water he made me drink before we went to bed because I feel fine and not like I had multiple shots of tequila last night. I manage to turn in his arms without waking him and I take a moment to stare at him. I’m pretty sure I will never get tired of looking at him and I’m happy to have a second to do it uninterrupted.
Whenever we are together, I can sense that he’s lighter, almost like he gets to take a break from his life but there are still moments where I see the tension all over his face, When I feel his anxiety radiating off of him, but right now he looks so peaceful and I wish it could always be like this. When I reach up to move the hair off his forehead and drag my hand gently down his face, a small smile pulls at his lips and I realize he’s awake.
“I can feel you staring at me,” he murmurs, tugging me closer. Then with his eyes still closed, he presses his lips to mine like he already knows me by heart.
“Sorry for waking you,” I whisper and when he finally opens his eyes, he smiles immediately.
“I love when your face is the first thing I see in the morning.”
My heart flutters in my ribcage. “You waste no time wooing me, do you?” I slowly untangle myself from him. “Be right back,” I tell him with a peck on his lips. I slide on the t-shirt he was wearing last night to cover up my naked form before heading towards the bathroom. “Don’t move.”
It takes me a few minutes to brush my teeth and wash my face and when I head back into the bedroom, Chris’ demeanor has changed dramatically. His face is angry and he’s furiously texting on his phone before he lets out a sigh and rubs his forehead. I move towards the bed, wanting to do whatever I can to de-stress him, but as soon as I drop to the bed, he’s off of it and I frown in response.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask as I look up at him, but he shakes his head and leans down to press a kiss to my lips.
“Nothing.” He pulls away as I reach for his hand and give it a squeeze.
“Want to try that again?”
“Marissa…” He trails off and I let go of his hand because I think I know what the problem is. My eyes drop to his phone that’s still in his hand and then back up to his eyes.
“It’s her?”
He nods and grabs his briefs from the floor, pulling them up over his dick, and I feel that wave of guilt I try to pretend isn’t there every time I’m with him. He’s right; it really does seem like she doesn’t care. She rarely calls or texts from what I’ve seen. She’s never shown up here and I assume she has to have at least a hint as to where his penthouse is located. He really seems like a single man everywhere except on paper. At this point, I’m sure it would appear from the outside that if Chris were married at all it would be to me because of how much time we spend together. “I just…give me ten minutes, please.”
“I can go,” I say.
“No.” He holds his hand out to stop me from getting off the bed. “Please,” he adds, and I nod reluctantly.
I watch as he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him and I fall to my back and stare at the ceiling. This was exactly what you were trying to avoid by not getting involved. Now, I’m half-naked in his bed while he argues with his wife.
His wife he still lives with.
It doesn’t matter that he spends most of his nights here with me. He still owns a house with her. A house that probably has her name on the deed as well. My mind begins to spiral thinking about their shared closet spaces and their toothbrushes that shared a holder once upon a time. Matching monogrammed towels and maybe framed pictures hang in the foyer from their wedding day.
