Home Coming (4 page)

But it's a good pain.

Cupping his hands under her ass, he picked her up. She wrapped her
legs around him and let him carry her to the back of the couch.
Setting her down he curled his fingers under the waist band of the
panties and pried them loose from her ass. Sliding the dildo out, he
replaced it with his tongue.

The soft warmth of his mouth was a sharp contrast to the rubber
dildo. He explored her folds and gently sucked her clit, sending
shivers of pleasure throughout her body. She loved it, but she wanted
more.

“
I just want you inside me.”

“
Uh uh uh, Dulce Flor. I give
the orders today.”

But in a way, he gave her what she wanted, plunging two long fingers
deep into her pussy and petting her g spot.

“
You watched them fuck. It
turned you on. Got you wet and made you touch yourself.”

Bianca wanted to answer, but she was breathless, caught in a moment
of ecstasy. His thumb brushed over her clit, adding another layer of
delight to her already overloaded brain.

“
He pounded her hot little ass
while you watched and you wanted it.” His other thumb pressed
on her asshole.

At first she shied away reflexively. But he held her steady. Soon she
relaxed into it, the pressure giving way to pleasure.

“
Are you happy, Bianca? Does
this,” his fingers made a long, deep stroke, “ make you
happy?”

She was still without voice, so she nodded vigorously and whimpered
her agreement.

“
Come.”

He swept her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the
edge of the bed. Standing over her, his hips were at eye level. Her
mouth watered. Overtaken by desire, she leaned into him, grabbing the
drawstring of his pants between her teeth.

The pants were loose and fell from his hips easily, only getting hung
up on his rock hard erection. She flicked the pants aside and went at
him with all of her mouth, drawing his cock deep into her throat.

“
I want to fuck your face.”

Stunned for a moment, she stilled. This was so unlike her quiet,
respectful Esteban. She slipped the head of his cock out of her mouth
and looked up at him. What she saw wasn't a demanding stranger, but
her husband. Her lover. The smile on his face held no malice, just
joy that the two of them could share this. That between them there
were no secret unfulfilled desires.

She licked her lips and opened wide. Bending down he kissed her
forehead, then held the back of her head. The head of his cock
slipped over her lower lip and he slid it in deeper and deeper each
stroke more forceful than the last. Right at the moment when she
thought he had pushed her to the edge, he pulled out entirely.

“
On your knees.”

She did as she was told, arching her back so that he got the best
view of her ass and pussy. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and gave
her pussy one more good laving before standing to press his cock into
her.

The smooth stroke of his rock hard arousal slid into place, filling
her completely. Short, slow thrusts at first, his balls swinging and
slapping her greedy clit, then faster and longer. A low moan started
in the back of her throat and built in ferocity till she was throwing
herself back into him. Doubling his force with her own she reveled in
his fingers gripping her hips, in the sweat that shone on her
breasts, in the gasps and grunts of pleasure that exploded out of
him.

This was what she had always wanted. And she wanted it forever.

His groans reached a fever pitch. She drove her hips back one more
time, grinding her pussy onto him. As she did, she felt the familiar
warmth of his seed inside her.

He collapsed, nearly on top of her, pulling her into his chest as he
rolled onto his side.

“
I am so happy, Dulce Flor.”

She basked in the glow of them together. She couldn't say a word, so
just pulled his arms tighter around her. Drifting off to sleep, she
dreamed of all the games they would play.

***

Bianca eyed her best friend, noting the measure-- but not too
distant-- distance she kept between herself and Roger. “So. You
two are a thing, huh?”

For a second, Rachel looked shocked. But then a smile bloomed on her
face and she closed the careful distance. Leaning against Roger's
large frame, she petted his chest.

“
Yeah. It just sort
of...happened. You aren't mad, are you? I know what you said...”

Bianca smiled and dismissed her friend's worries with a little wave.
“It's fine. But he's still driving us to dinner. Esteban is a
terrible driver. Speaking of...” She opened the front door and
called into the house, “Esteban. Come on. I'm starving.”

He burst through the bedroom door, looking every bit as good as he
had the day she had married him. Better, even, now that the glow of
distant worship was replaced with the gleam of

“
Come
on,
Dulce
Flor. I'm starving.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lela Gwenn is a writer of smut and comic
books. She lives in a very flat place with many animals, not all of
whom like her. She's a twitter addict-- you can find her there most
every day @Lgwenn and she has a website
http://fullfrontalfantasy.com
. She has a piece in the upcoming Felt Tips anthology which you can
find out more about here
http://felttipserotica.com/