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“Shush. Let me have my way.”
I am in no condition to protest. It has been four days since we last had sex, and I am soon like a dog in heat, dripping between my legs as I anticipate his long thick cock inside me. Foster slides his hand between my slick folds, seeking out my entrance. He plunges two fingers inside me, slowly fucking me with them while he kisses my burning hot flesh.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers breathlessly.
“I don’t want your fingers,” I say, overtly hinting.
“In due time, you’ll get what you want, but you’ll come for me first.”
Foster doesn’t have to wait long because seconds later, I am clenching around him, silently coming on his fingers. When he removes them after I finish, I glance back to watch him smack his lips as he sucks off my juices.
“Better than any dessert,” he announces. “Now, spread your legs wide.”
I am in such a boneless state that Foster has to nudge at my thighs until I widen my stance. My chest is heaving against the hard wood of the table, and I take comfort in the coolness against my cheek as I wait for him to enter me. The rustle of his clothing tells me he is preparing to do just that.
“I need you,” I moan, trying to spurn him on.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
When Foster enters me, I sigh as his girth stretches me. He places his hand flat on my back, almost like he isn’t certain that I’ll stay down. My body is lax as he pumps into me, and when his finger finds my clit, I gasp, renewed.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
I can’t respond as I grit my teeth with another impending orgasm. Unable to hold on, I am on the verges of clenching around Foster’s cock when he stops moving, his body shifting until he’s bent over, kissing along my shoulder.
“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I whimper as my walls pulse.
“Make it last,” he commands.
“I need to come!”
He gently bites my flesh. “And you will, just not now.”
“Please,” I beg.
Foster ignores me to run his hands over my arms and lace our fingers. The heat of his body spreads over mine, overheating me, and I can feel his nipples poking into my back.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs against my neck. “Do you love me?”
“You know I do.”
Keeping his position, he slowly begins to thrust his hips again, barely sliding his penis back and forth. It’s justs enough, and I break apart after his fourth stroke, his name on my lips. Once I am coming down, Foster grabs my hips and pounds inside me like a jackhammer until he spills his seed. After he finishes, he immediately pulls out, picks up my limp body, and carries me to our bed.
There’s a big difference in Foster’s attitude from the previous week. The next morning, he wakes early while I snuggle into my pillow. I’m barely aware that he leaves, but grateful that he lets me slumber. A couple of hours later, I come to because he’s moving around with a thick white towel around his waist, his hair tousled and damp.
“Good morning, Mrs. Black,” he greets as he plants a kiss on my cheek.
“Mmm, why did you wake me? I was having such a lovely dream.”
“We have work to get to.”
“Can’t we take the day off?”
“I have my lunch meeting, remember? It’s crucial.”
I yawn and sit up, keeping the sheet tucked around my breasts. If I let it slip, Foster might get ideas, and I am still sore from the night before.
In front of the dresser mirror, he brushes his hair, trying to get it perfect.
