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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The room was still dark when Nathaniel snuck into bed, but the rain seemed to have cleared. Hannah couldn’t hear those heavy droplets pounding on the roof. She wriggled over to his side of the bed and made herself the outside spoon. In her arms, Nathaniel seemed cold and helpless, like a puppy who’d been left out in a storm.

She kissed his shoulder and whispered, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Me too,” he said, pressing his cold bum against her warm pelvis.

She gurgled her approval.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He brushed his cheeks against her bush.

“Mmm-hmm,” she cooed, relieved that he didn’t seem upset anymore. “I like it, babe.” Reaching around his firm body, she traced her fingers up and down his thigh. “The question is, what do you like?”

“I think you know what I like.” He took her hand and led it to his chilly c**k. He closed her fingers around it and let her stroke him.

“Poor little guy,” Hannah said, leaning forward to suck Nathaniel’s earlobe.

He gasped and scoffed simultaneously. “Who are you calling little?”

“Well,” she said, planting kisses across his neck. “It’s not his fault. He’s been out in the cold.”

Nathaniel reached around to squeeze her bum. “Are you going to warm him up?”

She pressed her sleepy breasts against his back and pulled slowly on his c**k. She could feel it growing in her hand. Nothing else equalled the sense of power that action filled her with. She could take her husband’s limp d**k and turn it into a great big monster erection. Her touch was transformative.

“I think he’s getting warm now,” she whispered. “I think he’s getting hot.”

“Hot, huh?” Nathaniel asked through a pleasure moan. “How about you?”

She rubbed her t**s against his back. “I’m getting hot, too.”

“Hot and wet?”

That word, wet, turned her on like nothing else. She rubbed her thighs together a few times. Yes, she was slick with juice. It was everywhere.

“Hot and wet,” she growled.

His erection surged in her hand. She tightened her grip.

The tighter she squeezed, the harder he grew. She wasn’t afraid to manhandle her man. She knew what he liked, and she gave it to him.

“What do you think of your little friend now?” Nathaniel teased.

She licked his shoulder. “He’s all grown up and ready for love.”

“He’s ready for something...”

Hannah’s insides tingled. “A little somethin’ somethin’?”

She loved their verbal back-and-forth almost as much as she loved the hardcore s*x.

“Is he ready for me?” she asked. “What do you think, oh husband mine?”

When Hannah inched away, Nathaniel rolled onto his back and met her gaze in the moonlight. They hadn’t actually looked at each other since he’d crawled into bed. Now, holding his gaze steady, she had to ask if the war wounds were healed. They’d had a pretty typical argument tonight, and they were having a pretty typical make-up session now, but until she found another job they’d just keep going at each other.

“He’s ready when you are,” Nathaniel said. He slid his hand up her side and gently cupped her breast.

His c**k surged in her steady hand. She hadn’t realized she’d stopped stoking it.

When she started up again, he pinched her n****e. “What’s wrong, hon?”

She shook her head and plastered on a smile. “Nothing.”

He pinched the other n****e. “Yes, something.”

“Just...” She released a sigh and a half-truth. “Just job search stuff. It’s on my mind.”

Nathaniel propped himself up and slid his lips against her ear. She trembled at the tickle of his stubble on her cheek. “Let me take your mind off of job search stuff. Hmm?”

Hannah’s breath quivered as it left her lungs. “Yeah,” she whimpered.

When she felt his c**k swell in her fist, she remembered to keep pumping it. She focused all her energy on that engorged slab of meat, and suddenly felt hungry for dinner.

Hungry. For meat.

God, she wanted it in her mouth.

Ducking under the covers, Hannah pinned Nathaniel’s thighs to the mattress with her t**s. She knew what to do. No need for hesitation. Holding his c**k by the base, she licked the length like a lollypop before circling her tongue all around the tip.

He tasted faintly of her, and that made her heart beat fast. When he gasped, she pointed her tongue and tickled the slit of his cockhead. Nathaniel sighed and felt around on top of the covers until his hands landed on her head. He didn’t exactly push down, but she took it as a sign regardless: her husband wanted to feel his erection inside her hot mouth.

Well, he was in luck because there was nothing she’d rather do in that moment than suck his c**k.

Taking his tip between her lips, she inched down on him. She took in his length little by little, devouring his engorged shaft before edging back toward the tip. She’d take in more, and then back off. He smelled like man, but his c**k took on the lingering taste of her p***y. After all, that was the last place it had been.

Hannah felt wonderfully dirty, devouring her own essence from her husband’s c**k. The thrill led her to suck harder. She dove down on him. She lunged and plunged until his resistance wore down and he started thrusting in her mouth. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked hard. The delightful sweetness of his precum brought her to realize the extent of her own arousal.

It was time to f**k her husband.

She poked her head outside the covers and took a deep breath of the bedroom’s cool, damp air.

“Well, hello.” He greeted her as if she were an unexpected visitor. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” she replied, grabbing his c**k and pressing the tip just inside her throbbing slit. “I’m your wife, remember?”

As she dropped on his thighs, the entire length of his shaft shot through her body. If she wasn’t already so aroused, that big d**k might have panged, but right now she was so turned on her p***y could swallow a wine bottle. She bounced on his body until her tired thighs begged for mercy.

Slowing her pace, she leaned forward and rode him, pressing her engorged clit against his pelvis.

“That feels good?” he asked, grabbing her hips and thrusting in time with her measured motions.

“Very good,” she panted. She always came before him when she was on top. “I love it when your pubes scour my clit. It feels so raunchy and nice.”

Nathaniel chuckled as he bucked inside her. “Raunchy and nice...”

“You heard me.” She rode him fast until the waves of thrill rose and fell and subsided.

There was always room for more, but he’d have to do most of the work.

Leaning down on him, she licked his ear and pressed her t**s flat against his chest. Bringing her legs together, she crossed them at the ankles while he wrapped his calves around hers. When she clamped her p***y tight on his c**k, he grunted and thrust like crazy.

With her p***y squeezing so tight, she could feel every slight motion of his d**k as it struggled to pound her slit. It felt incredible to be so close to him, to hold him tight in her arms and even tighter in her cunt. She milked his shaft with her p***y muscles until his cries grew high-pitched and his body went rigid beneath hers.

“Hannah!”

His thighs turned to steel. His flexing muscles lifted her body into the air. Every breath he took gasped and faltered, until he seemed to stop breathing altogether.

That’s when her insides went into spasm.

His orgasms had an uncanny ability to spark hers, and she didn’t budge as the wave overtook her. Her p***y muscles grasped at his hard c**k as it filled her with cream. Keeping still on top of him only enhanced the sensation of rippling warmth inside her tremulous core. She let it happen, mewling against his neck as he released hot breaths in her hair.

Her whole body shuddered and quaked.

It was wonderful.

When she finally rolled off him, he laughed and asked, “Where did you learn how to do that?”

She stretched out on her cool but dry side of the bed and said, “Yoga.”

Everything came on at once: the lights, computer, radio—everything. The stark light and the noise woke Hannah, but Nathaniel bolted upright in bed, crying, “Jumping Jehoshaphat!”

“Jumping Jehoshaphat?” Hannah chuckled under her breath, burying her head under the covers. If she ignored the music and the harsh brightness, maybe it would all go away.

No such luck. Nathaniel tucked his head inside the covers too. His voice was deep with sleep when he mumbled, “Hannah...”

“No,” she groaned.

“Hannah Banana...”

“No-o-o-o-o.” Her voice was like gravel, which made the negative come across more firmly, she felt.

His fingers danced up her belly before cupping her breast. “Somebody has to do it.”

“Then you do it.”

Sure, his touch felt good, but not good enough to get her out of bed at...wait, what time was it? Hannah peeked outside the covers, but the bedside alarm clock was flashing 12:00.

Plan B: she grabbed Nathaniel’s wrist to get a look at the time. No luck. He was naked all over.

“Where’s your watch?” she asked.

“Took it off downstairs.”

He swept her hand down to another impressive erection. Of course, with his huge hard-on in her hands, she didn’t give a flying f**k what time it was. “Holy crap! This thing’s massive.”

“I was dreaming about you,” Nathaniel explained.

A knowing cackle escaped Hannah’s lips. “Like hell you were. Dreaming about Marilyn Monroe, more like.”

“Actually, I was dreaming about Marilyn Manson. That dude really floats my boat.”

“Well, that’s not at all disturbing.” Hannah rolled onto her belly and then resumed the hand job already in progress.

Nathaniel gasped as she made a circle of her thumb and forefinger and teased his cockhead. “I’m just a sucker for guys who wear lipstick.”

“You’re just a sucker for guys, period.”

She said it because the thought turned her on. Whether or not the sentiment was true, she wasn’t fully certain. The only thing she was sure of in that moment was that perfectly good wood was going unused as they taunted one another.

“Hop on,” she said, slapping her ass with his drooling cockhead. “f**k me. You know you want it.”

Crawling on top of her, Nathaniel teased, “Nah, not really.”

His body was warm all over.

Fitting the tip of his c**k inside her wet p***y, he set his weight down on her back. She bore the burden of his body on hers with laboured breaths as she waited for him to move inside her. In this position, with her stomach pressed flat to the mattress, what could she do but wait? She sure as hell couldn’t move, certainly not when he took her wrists in his hands and held them down on the bed.

“f**k me,” she whispered.

His stubbled cheek brushed the side of her face as he drove his hips forward. She whimpered in response to his undeniable girth.

God, she was a lucky woman. Her husband was well-tempered, well-mannered, and well-hung. How many wives could make that claim? And if he dreamed about sucking c**k, his desires only foddered her own.

As he issued shallow thrusts, his heat sizzled in her core. She loved being split open like a juicy papaya and reamed repeatedly. More than that, she loved the compression, the stasis, the absolute inability to budge under his firm body.

He could do all the work this time. She didn’t mind. She’d just lie on her belly and reap the rewards.

His hot breath grew laboured against her cheek. Nathaniel’s stubble pricked her soft flesh. “God, your p***y is hot,” he whispered. “Hot and wet and tight like a vice.”

The sizzle in his voice made her feel wild inside. His body caged her frenzy the same way her ribs confined her pounding heart. When he squeezed her wrists, she compressed her p***y muscles around his c**k. He slowed his pace and groaned.

“Come,” she said.

The heat under the covers smelled like s*x now. Everything seemed wet as a rainforest. Every breath felt more laboured than the last. Hannah felt dizzy and drunk.

“Come on, babe. Fill me with it.”

She could feel his arousal inside her body and all along her skin. “You want it?” he asked. His tone was so gruff and aggressive she struggled a bit just so he’d keep her in place.

“I want it,” she said. The dirty words came thundering out. “I want to feel your c*m dripping down my thighs all day. I want to leak your jizz until you come home at night and fill me all over again.”

Nathaniel let go of her wrists, dug his hands underneath her body, and squeezed her t**s. He thrust one last time and then came to a locomotive halt on her back. Her p***y went into spasm. Her husband was coming. Right now. His c**k was shooting jizz all up inside her, filling her p***y with hot cream. Right now.

The image made her weak. She loved it.

When he collapsed on top of her, his heat turned her body to pudding. She’d never felt so liquid, at least not since the last time he’d crushed her under his frame.

But the air under the covers was so thick with the hot scents of p***y and sweat and c*m that breathing became a challenge. Hannah reached for the edge of the comforter and tossed it back. The bedroom lights invaded her eyes.

As Nathaniel’s breath regulated, she realized there was more noise in the house than just the hum of the computer and the night music coming from the radio.

“Shh, stop breathing for a minute,” Hannah said. “Do you hear that hiss? What is it?”

Nathaniel rolled to his side of the bed, leaving Hannah in the wet spot. “I don’t know. Did you have the TV on when the power went out?”

“I don’t watch daytime television,” she said.

And that was very nearly the truth.

In any case, she hadn’t been watching TV that day. She was knee-deep in preparing a special meal for the two of them. She’d put the peaches and cream in the blender to make the cold dessert soup Nathaniel loved so much. That’s when the power went out. She’d pressed the setting button and nothing had happened, so she’d unplugged the blender, plugged it back in, pressed all the buttons one by one, and still nothing.

“Oh crap.”

Nathaniel wiped the sleep from his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh-h-h crap.” Though her legs were still jelly, Hannah shuffled toward the bedroom door. Tearing her housecoat from the hook, she threw it over her shoulders as she coursed down the stairs. “Oh crap, crap, crap!”