Wild for Him - teaser

Evie

March 4th

They say time flies when you’re having fun, and I can definitely attest to that. My husband, Alex, and I have been married for a little over seven years now, and it feels as if those years have gone by in a blink. That it’s been seven years since I took that slow walk down the aisle seems impossible. Nevertheless, it’s true.

We don’t have any kids, and that’s the way it’s going to stay. Back when we started getting more serious about each other and the subject of kids came up, we were both happy to discover that we were on the same page - neither of us wanted kids. It’s not that we don’t like kids; we just don’t want any of our own.

Since we didn’t want to get pregnant, Alex had a vasectomy. After he cut off the baby batter, I stopped taking the pill, and we stopped using condoms. Neither of us had gone without condoms before (because, ya know, we’re smart and practiced safe sex), and let me just say, we’re both fans of going bare. I guess some women can’t feel it when their man ejaculates inside them, but, lucky me, I can, and I love feeling him spill inside me. It always pushes my own pleasure higher.

Speaking of pleasure... I find myself in the mood to enjoy some right now.

After being together for as long as we have (we’ve been married for seven years and were together for two years before we got hitched), Alex can read me like a book. He’s quick to pick up on my moods. He can tell when I’m getting tired or hungry. Or horny. So, I’m not surprised when I find him downstairs in our home gym, and he takes one look at me and smiles knowingly.

He’s bench-pressing weights. The bench press is all his (I’ve got a couple of ten-pound hand weights I use), but we both get use out of the rest of the exercise equipment we have. We’ve got an elliptical, a treadmill, and a rowing machine. There are a couple of mats on the floor as well, for when we do yoga or pilates.

“Well, well, well,” Alex says, a grin on his face. He lifts the barbell (loaded with 70 lbs on either end), which he just lowered to his chest, sets it back on its rack, and sits up. “Look. At. You.”

Those gorgeous brown eyes of his take a slow, lazy tour of my body, going heavy-lidded with desire as he looks his fill.

Did I mention that before I went looking for my husband, I changed into the new lacy, red panty and bra set that I bought a couple of days ago? Alex hasn’t seen me in it. Until now. Judging by the way his eyes devour me as I saunter closer to him, he likes.

While my man stares at red lace and skin, I stare at my man. He’s in black shorts and a black tank top, which leaves his strong arms and legs on display. Alex and I both like to stay fit, but he isn’t a bodybuilder. His biceps aren’t bulging, but they are toned and tight, and sexy as hell. His thick thighs are just as sexy, if not more.

As I close in on him, I can see the fine sheen of sweat he’s worked up. He stands up when I’m almost upon him, grabs the towel he’d left on the end of the bench, and wipes at his brow.

I eliminate the last bit of space between us, not stopping until we’re chest-to-chest, and, grinning seductively, I take the towel from him. I can feel his cock thickening and lengthening as I press against him, as I lean in and slowly lick up the side of his throat with the flat of my tongue.

I give his throat another lick, and he tips his head to the side, inviting more, and soon the sheen of sweat on his neck has been all licked up. The saltiness of him makes me hungry for something even saltier. A little earthier. Some women may not like the taste of ejaculate, but I’m not one of them. I love the tangy flavor of Alex’s come.

Stepping back from Alex, I take his hand in mine and lead him over to one of the mats on the floor. If I’m going to get my salty fix, my knees need some cushion. They ain’t getting any younger.

Alex is barefoot, and so am I, so our steps are quick and quiet as I lead him to where I want him. He stops on the mat next to me, and before I can lower to my knees in front of him, he pulls me in for a kiss. A deep, luxurious kiss that is all lips and teeth, and tongue. I start rubbing him through his shorts while we kiss, and he reciprocates, his large hand with its clever fingers covering my cunny and massaging.

I can’t help but moan at his touch, the sound disappearing into his mouth. Those clever fingers of his play with my clit, inflaming the aroused bud with slow, teasing circles. Round and round and round he goes, and with every spiralling touch, I lose a bit more of my mind.

In my state of heightened arousal, I suck on his tongue like my life depends on it. A growl rumbles out of Alex. My man’s getting as worked up as quickly as I am. When I break our kiss, we both pant for breath, our chests heaving. Alex’s mouth chases after mine, seeking more kisses, but I dodge him. I drop to my knees in front of him, casting a heated look up his body before tugging at his shorts. I pull them down, along with his briefs, and his erection springs free.

Alex shoves his shorts and briefs down his legs to his ankles, steps out of them, and kicks them aside, his cock bobbing and swaying as he does.

“I never get tired of that look,” he says. He reaches over his head, grabs the back of his tank top, and pulls it up and off. It gets thrown over with his shorts.

I glance up at him, meeting his gaze across the wondrous landscape that is his chest and stomach, and smile as I ask, “What look?”

Alex takes himself in hand, gives himself a lazy stroke. “The way you look at my dick,” he replies. “Like you’re hungry for it.”

I am hungry for it. Hungry for him. He is like a decadent treat that I’ll never get enough of.

His hand strokes up his shaft to just under his crown and stops there, squeezing tight. He points himself down and brings the tip of his straining erection to my waiting mouth. I lick my lips. Then I lick him.

I swirl my tongue around his corona, my hand coming up to get a grip on him. He turns his cock over to me, reaching for me with the hand he’d had wrapped around himself and cupping my face. His thumb comes to the corner of my lips, softly caresses the skin there. I nip at it, smiling up at him. He returns my smile, and I return my tongue to his beautiful dick.

I lick him like he’s a popsicle melting on a hot summer day. I trace every bulging vein with the tip of my tongue. I play with his crown, tracing the ridge of his corona, swirling around and over his bulbous tip. As I work him over, a drop of precum beads at his slit. I lap that up with a little hum of gratification.

With every lick and nip, Alex’s stomach muscles twitch and jump. His hands repeatedly clench and relax at his sides. He moves restlessly, his head tipping back, then coming back up, and finally tilting forward to watch me.

When fully erect, Alex has a good seven inches of thick, engorged dick. I can’t take all of it in my mouth, so I swallow as much of him as I can, then fist what I can’t, pumping my hand in time with my mouth, so he gets the next best thing to being deep throated.

He widens his stance, his feet shuffling apart, and inches even closer to me. His hands reach for me, bracketing either side of my head. He’s getting close to orgasm. Is greedy for it. I could be nice and let him come, nice and easy, but I’d rather play. Sucking strongly, I drag my mouth up and off his length and sit back on my heels, admiring his hard manhood.

That manhood thrusts towards me, but I don’t open for it. Alex’s thumb comes to my lips, rubs slowly over the bottom one, wordlessly coaxing me to open. I don’t, though. I don’t put my mouth back on him. I don’t lick or nip or suck. I do stroke my hand over him, though. Lightly. In a teasing way, not a satisfying one. And Alex is definitely not satisfied.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “You having fun?”

I grin mischievously. “I am, actually. Aren’t you?”

“I was. Put that beautiful mouth back on me and suck.”

I arch a brow at his demand. “I don’t think I will.” I continue stroking him with a light touch.

“Tease,” he accuses with a grin.

I return his grin. I do love to tease him. As much as he loves to tease me. We both love to play, to push each other until we’re begging for release.

“Kettle meet pot,” I retort, and his grin widens.

He brushes my hand aside and fists the base of his cock. Tightly. He’s still wet from my mouth, so that fist glides smoothly from base to tip and back again. Watching him stroke himself always gets me so hot. There’s just something about watching him manhandle his cock. It’s such a turn on.

As I watch Alex’s hand move faster and faster, up and down his erection, my pussy starts to throb. It wants to be filled. But it’s gonna have to wait. I want my husband to spill on my tongue first. And I want to be the one to make him spill. I may have wanted to tease him a moment ago, but now I want to finish him.

“Let go,” I tell him, and he does.

Pushing off my heels, I place my mouth at his tip as I start pumping him hard and fast. Just the way he needs.

“Evie.” My name is a desperate plea.

I open my mouth, and my tongue slides out, eager to be coated with Alex’s hot, creamy, salty come. He grips my wrist, stilling my hand, holding it at the base of his cock, and starts thrusting.

His breath hitches as he pumps, and right before he spurts on my tongue, his whole body tenses. I swallow every last drop of his tangy come while he groans with pleasure.

“Shit.” That curse is barely more than a huff of breath when he’s on the other side of his orgasm.

He jerks and shudders when I take him back into my mouth. Gently, I suck on the tip of his cock as he slowly starts to go limp.

When his mind comes back online, he lowers to his knees, joining me on the mat.

“Lay down,” he murmurs.

I’m happy to do so. But first, I reach back and undo the clasp of my bra. After I toss the red lace away, I get on my back, and Alex immediately goes for my panties, grasping them and pulling the scrap of material down my legs and off.

“So pretty,” he says, his eyes tracking over my bare, prone body.

His heated gaze lingers on my breasts, slowly makes its way down my stomach, past my belly button, to my pussy.

“Open.”

I part my legs. Slowly. His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow on my slippery, swollen folds. His throat works as he swallows.

“So pretty,” he repeats.

On his knees, he moves to my side, stopping next to my hip, and caresses the curve of my stomach with one hand. Goose bumps bloom on my skin in the wake of his touch. He notices, of course, and smiles. That hand of his moves up and covers one breast, gently kneading. Caressing. The tip of my breast is a hard point, and he tweaks it between thumb and finger before running his thumb back and forth over it in a teasing way.

My tits are sensitive, responsive girls, and he plays with them until I’m arching my back, shoving myself at him, wordlessly asking him to squeeze a little harder.

Instead of doing what he knows I want, he gentles his touch, starts tracing invisible designs on the curve of my breast and around the pebbled areola with just the tip of one finger.

The smile he gives me says it all: It’s my turn to be teased.

Turnabout is fair play.

His finger takes a ride down the slope of my breast to my sternum. It draws a delicate line down the centre of my body, moving slowly over my stomach towards my pussy. My pussy clenches with anticipation, even though I know he’s not going to touch me there. Not yet.

And he doesn’t. He comes ever so close, to within an inch of my aroused bud, then reverses direction, moving back up my body. Unable to help myself, I squeeze my thighs together, trying in a vain attempt to ease the ache there.

Alex smiles, enjoying this little revenge. The fiend.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I say it’s a dish best served during sex. When both parties will enjoy it.

As if he has all the time in the world, Alex toys with my body. He kneads my tits, he caresses my stomach, my sides, my thighs. He plays with every part of my body, but the one part I want him to play with the most.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I’ve had enough teasing. I don’t start pleasuring myself, though, the way he did. I don’t want to bring myself to come; I want him to bring me to come. And I know how to get him to move things along.

While he’s been teasing me and driving me crazy, his cock has become fully erect once more. I wrap my hand around him, making a tight fist, and start stroking. He sucks in a sharp breath at my touch.

He moves over until he’s kneeling by my shoulder, and I lift my head and take him in my mouth. His free hand cups the back of my head, supporting it while I suck him, and the hand on my body shifts down to my cunny.

He pushes two fingers inside me and starts rubbing my sweet spot. The spot that makes me see stars. The spot that will make me squirt. (We made that happy discovery years ago.)

I moan around his cock as those strong fingers of his do their magic.

Rub, rub, rub.

After a bit, he pulls his dick out of my mouth, takes himself in hand, and taps his tip to my cheek. I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and he slaps his dick against it. Then he pushes back inside, and I seal my lips around him, sucking hard. I scrape my teeth over his length. I fondle his balls. I rub his perineum with firm pressure, just the way he likes. In response, Alex starts rubbing the front wall of my vagina faster, starts pressing harder.

I take my mouth off him long enough to grab some air and whimper, “Oh my god, that feels so good.”

Alex dodges me when I try to swallow him again. He moves away, back down by my hip, and focuses all of his attention on me, giving me all he’s got. He continues fucking me with his fingers, and with his other hand, he plays with my clit.

Like a freight train, my orgasm crashes into me. Electricity sizzles through my veins like I’ve been struck by a crack of lightning. I start coming like a fountain, squirting all over myself and Alex. With his free hand, Alex spreads my essence over my skin, massaging it into my swollen pussy, my thighs, my lower abdomen.

I’m barely recovered when he covers me with his large body and shoves his dick inside me. His forceful penetration sends me rocketing into a second, sharper orgasm.

He growls in my ear as my screams of pleasure echo through the room, fucking me hard and fast. We’re both so revved up that slow and gentle isn’t an option.

“Harder,” I demand. “Fuck me harder.”

His hips pull back and slam forward, driving me into the mat.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, retracting his hips and plunging into me again.

“Yes.” The word is almost a shriek.

“Yeah? You want it hard?” He slams into me again.

“Yes! Alex!” I claw at his back, wild for him. “Don’t stop! Fuck. Me!” I beg. Those last two words are definitely shrieked.

***

Alex

Christ! Evie’s fucking wild for it. And so am I.

Sometimes our lovemaking is hard and intense, like right now, and sometimes it’s slow and gentle. Either way, it is always fucking incredible. I can’t begin to express how much I love making love to my wife. And it is making love, even when it’s raw, primal fucking, like now.

Burying my face in Evie’s hair, I pant like a dog in heat. She cups the back of my head, her fingers fisting in my hair. She’s writhing now, moving like a glorious wave under me, rocking herself against me, reaching for that peak once again.

I grit my teeth, trying to hold off the orgasm waiting in the wings for as long as I can. I don’t want this pleasure to end. I never do.

The hand cupping my head moves. Two sets of fingernails scrape down my back. Those fingers reach my ass and dig in, pulling at me. We can’t get any closer, though. I can’t go any deeper. So, holding myself deep inside Evie, I start grinding against her, rocking my hips, and pressing my pelvis against hers. Hard. Over and over again.

The orgasm I was trying to hold off slams into me, breaking me apart and stealing my breath. My thoughts. My very being.

As if from a distance, I hear Evie’s cry of release as I spill inside her. Her fingers flex and release on my ass, her legs shake, her body arches and convulses.

It’s a glorious thing, coming with my wife. A beautiful, glorious thing.

If I could do it every day, all day? Damn straight, I would.

***

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