Chapter 6

Within seconds of me hitting the bed, Krista was on me. Although I’d started tugging my shorts down, she ripped them free of my legs with a growl. After flinging them across the darkened room, she straddled me. Atop her heaving chest, those amazing tits wobbled. Water droplets from her damp hair spattered me.

At those shaking, sharp nipples taunting me, my hands reached for them. But with quick slaps on both, she smacked them away. Before I could say anything, she snatched my root and dropped.

“Fuck!” shot from her as a groan left me.

In all our years together, she’d never pierced herself so quickly. For that matter, with air hissing from her shaking lips, she bounded upwards almost as fast before slapping back onto me. Then, with her nails clawing at my chest, she moved even faster. As the creaking bed thumped ever louder against the wall, in a swirl of damp auburn tresses, she became a gorgeous, moaning blur.

But within seconds, the moaning hitched. When the first scream erupted, I was shocked. Not only did she make no attempt to muffle it, but she flung her head backward, sending a spray of silvery droplets high into the darkness. With a growling cry, she shifted direction, speeding her pelvis back and forth along my trapped flesh. At each racing slide, her tightness, already sloppy, flooded, until quiet spurts pulsed free.

Just as the muscles in my body reacted, my mind stumbled. Sure, beast-mode Krista, but she’d never come like that before. No matter, my small brain took over and, with a growl of my own, I thrust upward, unleashing my load into her speeding walls.

“Yes, baby!” shot from her as she flicked her head downward to stare at me. Fingers wider, her shaky hands rose to clasp my cheeks. “Mm-hmm. Oh, Jesus. Fill me, my love. Fuck, yes.”

But even as those glittering blue lasers bored into me, and my shaft pumped into her, she never slowed. Another scream erupted, sending hot air into my face. With her insides pummeling me, I jolted when she dropped to plow her soft, hungry mouth over my lips. As her tongue plunged to find mine, she continued the wild ride.

Only after I’d begun to shrink within her did she slow. As my cock oozed from her spasming entrance, she sighed and slipped her mouth away. For a long second, she simply stared at me as rapid puffs of heated air battered my face.

At last, a longer exhale escaped her, and she crumpled into my arms. With her heart battering my ribs, driving her twin heated spikes into my skin, the entire world faded. My gorgeous, sexy wife was back in my embrace. Safe. Right where she belonged.

In the morning, she was gone.

After tapping around to find only a warm spot on the bed beside me, I glanced at the empty bathroom. A sniff brought no coffee-brewing aroma, and the house was silent. Just as my heartbeat skyrocketed, I noticed her running shoes were missing.

“But it’s Saturday,” I murmured while checking the time on my phone. She never ran on the weekends.

Well, she’d gone out that morning. As I leaned against the kitchen counter staring at the rising sun with a fresh mug in my hands, the front door creaked open. In a sports bra and tight shorts streaked with sweat, she slipped inside. When she caught me inspecting her, she giggled and did a languid twirl.

“Hey there, lover boy.” A beaming smile appeared. “You’re up early.”

“Good run?”

“Yes. Needed it.” She tilted a pink water bottle to her lips.

Every slow gulp of her extended neck had my pulse racing. With the mug trembling in my fist, I scanned her lean figure once more. When I returned to her face, her cheeks were darker.