Because She Asked Him To Ch. 01 by superfriendlyalligator,superfriendlyalligator

Finally her gasping subsided. I felt my cock brush something firm but yielding, then a cavity, a moisture, the rapid brush of a hair – an eyelash.

Aimee gripped me, I felt her freeze in surprise. Why the surprise? Our lovemaking was never shorter than ten minutes, usually several times that. A blowjob wouldn’t do it, she knew that.

We spent an eternity like that, her laying on top of me, her saliva soaking me, her breasts digging into my stomach, her womanly scent in my nostrils. I lifted my head, the only part of me I could move, and buried myself right between her legs, futilely seeking out her pussy through the rough denim fabric. Showing her my eagerness.

That was apparently what she was waiting for. On shaky limbs, she climbed out of the bed. The cool air of the room rushed over my member, making me shiver. My penis, abandoned, felt like it was rising out of an icy lake, like a forgotten prehistoric monster. (I did have some Scottish somewhere in my ancestry, presumably they’dve been proud.)

I heard the rustle of fabric, the snap of a clasp being undone. The metallic purr of a zip being pulled down, then nothing. Damn this confounded blindfold!

Then she was back. I felt the warmth of her leg, resting against mine. Then another, settling on the other side of me. The weight of someone on their knees dipped the bed either side of my waist.

Then a hand, holding the tip of my cock. Little shifts as she positioned herself. Warm skin, then incredible wetness, soft female skin almost flooded with her lubrication.

She rubbed the throbbing head of my manhood through her cleft. I felt her lips part, felt the searing heat of her body within. She rubbed my cock over and past the hard nub of her clitoris, across the her opening to her perineum, and back. I barely dared to breathe. It’d only been less than a month since we’d last made love – not much in our book – but somehow it felt like the first time we’d done this.

Finally she stopped, the head of my penis seated just inside her entrance. Right on the cusp – not enough to say we’re fucking, just enough to keep my cock positioned on target.

She was hesitating about something. I wonder what? It’s not like we hadn’t done this a month ago. Well, not this, never any kinky stuff. Maybe that’s why? I was liking this new forward Aimee, I didn’t really want her to go back to the tightly bundled-up person she was before.

I lifted my hips, the tip of my cock pushing insistently into her incredibly slick passage. I slid inside her easily, but after that it slowed significantly. I felt her pussy lips struggle to stretch around my girth. I’d always loved this – benefits of a petite wife.

Straight away, she raised herself up and away from my questing member. She pushed my hips down with her hands, and obediently I collapsed back to the bed. If she wasn’t into it I wasn’t about to push things further. Frustration and bitterness rose in me. We were so close to reconnecting again! Close to experiencing something new, not better but different than before. To birthing a new relationship, a stronger one.

“No, no, no” she whispered to herself, her voice still strangely husky.

Fuck! I heard the dreaded words with horror. She’d changed her mind. How long would she punish me now? Would our relationship ever go back to normal? My mind raced, but I couldn’t think of anything. Fortunately, she’d given me a script. Just two words. But in fact, that made it easy.

“Yes,” I croaked, my throat dry from excitement. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her breath caught. Almost absently, her hand was around my cock again, her hips still in the air.

“Yes, Aimee.” I groaned in a deep baritone. “It’s yours only, Aimee.”

She made an queer noise, a kind of gasping sob, loud in the silence. I’d gone off script, but her next actions proved I’d said the right thing.

Aimee adjusted herself, then sat slowly and deliberately down on my rod. She impaled herself slowly – she was very tight today. She stopped, rose up on me and sank me into her softness again, getting more of me inside her. With agonizing slowness, she rose up as little as she could before sinking inexorably further and further down onto my manhood.

I could almost feel her skin stretching to accommodate my girth. I felt her muscles slowly relax minute by minute as her opening expanded around me. Finally she was done, and as if a pressure valve was released the taut muscles in her butt relaxed, and she sank down a half inch more. I was finally fully sheathed within her.

She tried to lift her hips again, but her vagina held on. It reluctantly released me bit by bit. She managed about an inch before she flopped back down heavily, bouncing us both on the mattress. She’d stopped. She wasn’t moving at all. I wondered why she’d suddenly lost all her strength.

Then I felt it.

Her sheath tightened. As if in sympathy, her thighs, soft and smooth without her jeans, crushed my hips with quite some force.

Then her knees started to shake. I could feel the muscles in her upper thighs fire, trying to pull her legs together around me.

Her ass vibrated, little tiny movements, mimicking the motion of sex on a millimeter scale. Her pussy was going crazy. It fluttered around my sensitive cock, milking me, pulling me closer and closer to the brink with each movement. Trying to get me to release my cum. I just barely managed to hold on.

“Yes, Aimee.” I moaned, this close to releasing my cum inside her.

I felt her juices streaming down around the invader. A veritable river ran down my balls and my ass to the bed.

Then it was over, all in perfect silence.

She fell forward over me, my length still buried deep inside. Her naked breasts mashed against my chest, warm and soft, her long hair brushed against my face, her nose against the damned blindfold. She was gasping for breath again, but this time so was I. I breathed deep, smelled Aimee’s new perfume. Floral, too sweet. She’d been shopping again. I’d read Cleopatra often changed up her looks too, to stay interesting for Mark Antony, but no woman could ever hold a candle to my Aimee.

I gave her a moment to recover, ignoring the demanding throbbing in my balls. It was rapidly turning to pain, insisting I do something or it would burst. I moved my hips under her, making an unholy squishing sound. Holy hell, she’s flooded. This might be the wettest she’d been since the pregnancy. Wild times – but this was better.

I braced my feet, getting in a position I could get some leverage, and I thrust. I got almost all the way in, despite her tightness. She gasped.

Her lips met mine, and she kissed me fiercely, with a note of desperation. I’ll say one thing for this blindfold – I noticed a lot more with it on. Textures I’d never felt on my wife, tastes I’d not yet recognized, hell, even the temperature of her mouth was different. We should do this more often. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, running it over my teeth. I growled, deep in my chest. I was normally the aggressive one.

It drove me wild.

I swung my hips absently, automatically, too focused on kissing her. By the time I realized it, I was pounding her rapidly. The wet slap-slap-slap echoed through the room. We were making obscene noises each time my oiled hips met her tight ass. My thighs burned with exertion but I wasn’t stopping. The neighbors and her family could have burst in and I wouldn’t have slowed – it felt too damn good. I was on the road to nirvana, and from the sound Aimee was right there with me.

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