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The way Gwen moved was hypnotic, a sultry dance meant for my eyes alone. She threw her head back in pleasure, her lithe body gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through our bedroom window.
I watched as beads of sweat trickled down her neck and then down her back. Tendrils of her hair escaped her braids, making her look like the goddess she was.
Fuck, I was losing it. I fisted a hand in her hair, the other on her shoulder, tugging her head back and bringing her down hard on my cock.
"Mine," I growled into her ear, losing myself deeper into her. “My wife. My. Fucking. Wife.”
She replied with a throaty moan that nearly had me undone. "Always."
Our movements became more frantic as we chased our climax, the intensity mounting with each thrust.
"Yours, Atticus. Always." Her voice was thick with desire, the words seeming to lengthen out the vowels in a breathy whisper. I could feel her tightening around me in response, and my grip on her tightened.
"Yes," I groaned, giving her one hard thrust. "Don't forget it, Mrs. Price. Fuck, I love fucking you."
She answered me with a throaty laugh and began to ride me harder, each movement causing delicious friction that had me gasping for breath. My eyes rolled back at the sensation, my hands desperately clutching at her hips as I fought to keep up with her rhythm.
My awareness narrowed down to just Gwen and the way her body moved against mine. Each movement of her hips was an invitation, a provocation that had my breath hitching and my heart pounding.
"Fuck... Gwen..." The words were torn from me, involuntary noises of pleasure as she took me deeper within her.
Suddenly, her rhythm faltered, her body tensing as a cry of pleasure tore its way from her throat. I felt it too—the sudden tightening around me, the tremors coursing through her as she came, pulsing around me. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, my wife surrendering to the pleasure I gave her.
"Atticus!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
The sight of her, the sounds she made, the feel of her clenching around me… It was enough to push me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I followed her into bliss, my body shuddering as waves of satisfaction washed over me.
"Gwen…" My voice was shaky as I buried my face into the crook of her neck, my heart hammering in my chest as I held onto her. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I was blind. I was certain of it.
No dumbass, you just can’t open your eyes right now, you’re so exhausted.
I peeled them open to find my wife looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face and a dark braided curl flopping on her brow. “So much for staying in the handcuffs, Mr. Price.”
The low chuckle tumbled out of its own accord. “What can I say? I might have lost control a little.”
“Mmm, I like it when you lose control,” she murmured, before dropping her head to my shoulder.
One of her aftershocks rippled around my cock and I groaned as my cock stirred. “Fucking hell, woman, you’re going to kill me with pleasure.”
Her only answer was a moan as I shifted us to our sides. I slowly started to pull out of her, but she tightened around me with a whimper.
"No," she moaned, holding onto me tighter. "Stay... just a little longer."
I chuckled. “If I stay, I’ll fuck you again. You’ll be sore.”
Another whimper. “But, I need…” her voice trailed and her hips shifted.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I think I still need…”
I slid my hand down her hip, and between her thighs again. She was so slick from both of us.
“Is this what you need? More?”
“Yes. God. I want more.”
"Greedy little wife.” I dipped a finger into her sweet cunt, coating my finger with our cum.
