Chapter 61 Chapter 31 (i)
FAE
"Yes? Say that again?"
I rolled my eyes. "You know it. I’m crazy about you, too. I love you, too. I love you." Then I laughed when he climbed onto the table after pushing me to the center. He kissed me, and I ended up lying down when his weight pressed on me, though he raised himself so it wouldn’t be too much, and his hand pillowed the back of my head against the wood.
He kissed me for a long time, tenderly, slowly… and I felt his emotions in his kiss, the strong beating of his heart against my chest, the trembling of his body as he slowly and lazily dry-humped me between my thighs, his hands caressing my cheek. It was all there in his eyes when he lifted his face to smile tenderly at me.
"I love you, too," he said. "I still can’t believe you beat telling me first."
"It’s fine… you beat loving me first.” I caressed his cheek. “Also, thank you. For coming home to me. Thank you for being there when I needed a rebound. Thank you for always being there for me even after that to make sure I was alright. Thank you for helping me be alright," I said as my eyes welled up with tears.
He kissed me on the forehead and then on the eyelids. "You're welcome, and it's my pleasure, sweet babe."
I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I just knew I had never felt so content while lying on hard wood, weighed down by him, his tender and warm gaze on me as his hand caressed the side of my body down to my thigh.
He pulled it to wrap around his torso. “Now… how do you want to get ravished, wife?”
“Hard… and now, please?”
“Yesss!”
My husband and I discovered that having sex on a hard table was much harder than how it had looked on movies but we managed. Our bones made cracking sounds when we hurriedly undressed at first so we did it slowly, the kiss distracting us from everything else. My knees ached when I tried to climb on top of him, thinking it might be easier that way. So we maneuvered again ad I lay back and he hovered over me. I stopped him from any more prep.
Pulling his arms when he started to move down me, I gave him pleading eyes. “I really want you inside me. Now, baby. Please…”
He entered me missionary. After the first long moans and when he had started slowly pounding, he still tried to make conversation. “This is your favorite position.”
I had at this point learned to mimic his calmness even in an impending storm. “I guess I’m old-fashioned. I like you on top of me, your weight on me is an additional turn on.”
His face tightened a bit more and I knew I was arousing him with my words.
“But I like you rough, fast, and stormy. I get off so easily and over and over… ohhh... Jigo… ahhh… like that…”
He had paused, buried deeply within me, to grind himself against my pelvis. I closed my eyes and groaned. His thrusts started going faster, my head still pillowed in his hand, his arm cradling my back, our lower torsos moving in rhythm against each other. I felt the beginning pulse of an orgasm and I wanted to hold back. But he seemed to know and he pounded at me, and I was so wet and it felt so good to have our bodies rub against each other naked skin-to-naked skin and everything was just so precious that even the hard wood beneath me became part of all that was glorious and I…
“Oh, god, Jigo… I’m cumming!”
And his lips were on mine, deeply and possessively kissing, and I groaned my first orgasm inside his kiss…
I was breathing so hard when I came back to… opened my eyes to a very turned on Jigo.
“I’m bringing you to our bedroom and I’ll fuck you hard on our bed,” he said in his rough, eager-to-fuck sexy voice.
I could all but nod.
He carried me upstairs to our bedroom, caveman style, both of us completely naked, and laid me down on the bed. Good thing the staff had their own house in the backyard and they had all gone by then. As I clambered backward, towards the headboard, he crawled on all fours, following me.
“I want to taste all that cum glistening on your pussy lips,” he told me, his eyes on the spot between my opened thighs. “Open wider.”
On my back, upper body raised on my elbows on the pillows, I obediently did as was told. I watched him lower his face down my pussy, and he lapped it all up with the pad of his tongue, the tip teasing my clit, his lips closing over the cheeks to gently suck at me. I couldn’t help throwing my head back, moaning because I felt so overwhelmed and I knew he liked me making sounds.
“Oh Jigo… so good… yesss, baby…”
“Want more?”
I nodded like a child offered her favorite candy.
He made slurpy sounds that would have had me giggling if it hadn’t tickled me so deliciously that I could only breath harder and moan more. Then he pulled my hips and had my legs hooked on both his shoulders. It was in that position that he entered me this time.