night.”
Honey snuggled closer and spilled the story, from when she first got the idea to making plans to ditch the children for the night, all the way up to when she ran the stop sign.
When she got to the part about Baxter, Mack tensed and held her so tight she gasped. “If I hadn’t already decked him, if he weren’t up on charges, I’d—”
Honey kissed him and ended his statement. Enough of the day—time to take advantage of the night. His warm lips parted, and he tugged her on top of him, straddling his waist. His cock poked at her thigh, but for once no sense of urgency enveloped her. She wriggled, enjoying his hardness, her blood flowing slow and sure through her veins.
Had it been like this before the kids? Maybe not. Their younger incarnations hadn’t appreciated the gift of long, sensuous nights. Giving herself over to their kiss, she enjoyed her position of control. For some reason, girl-on-top happened rarely with her take-charge cop husband. Possibilities filled her mind while she parted her lips, inviting his tongue to play. Lost in a sensual dream, she rested her hands on his chest, digging her fingers into the solid muscle. Mack’s upper body ruled, the strength of his arms one of his sexiest features. She caressed up his shoulders and down his arms, enjoying relearning his body.
Breaking their kiss, Honey nuzzled the base of his throat and crept backward, smiling when his eyes widened. “Sweetie you don’t have to….”
“Oh, but I want to.” She arrived at her target and wrapped her hand around his cock. Long, hard, and smooth. “It’s been a while.” Honey licked her lips and winked at him. “I want to make you feel so good.”
He shivered. “You always make me feel good, but baby, turn it around. If you’re going to go after my stuff with your hot mouth, I want to do the same for you. And get a closer look at your puffed up pussy.”
She blushed but didn’t argue. If it had been a while since she’d blown him, it had been twice as long since he’d returned the favor. He offered, but time… “Oh, God, yes.”
After a little maneuvering, she lay in classic sixty-nine, girl-on-top. Her absolute favorite position. Mack’s warm breath on her sensitive pussy nearly sent her into an instant climax, but she counted back from one hundred by sevens—darn, it was hard—and calmed down enough to focus on the blunt head in front of her face. She took it into her mouth and held still for a moment, enjoying his groan.
“Go slow, baby. We have all night.”
She giggled, and his cock jerked in her mouth. All night. Sweet, sweet words. But they weren’t twenty anymore, and once he came, they’d have to take a break. Slow buildup led to big orgasms—and she wanted him to have the biggest. To blow his mind as well as his penis. With restraint in mind, Honey sucked on the head and slipped backward, then took in a little more and licked what she had so far. In and out, deeper each time until he bumped against the back of her throat. Her cue to gag and back off—but not this time. Not with Mack’s tongue drawing circles around her clit. Slow…slow…a finger gliding into her pussy and out again, in time with Honey’s motions. A rhythm all their own.
Two fingers inside her then one disappeared and while Mack mouthed her pussy hard, the missing digit bumped against the rosette of her ass. Honey gasped and choked. She tensed to jerk away then relaxed. I planned to use the butt plug and maybe try out that playground anyway. A finger can’t be too bad. He rubbed around and around, prodding at the tight muscle. It’s pretty good. More than good. She tried to hold back but his lips, tongue, and teeth nibbling at her, added to the fingers in her pussy and ass sent her flying hard. Muscled clenched around the intrusions and Honey covered her own teeth with her lips to avoid biting him in her bucking, jerking climax.
She sucked hard, his cock in her mouth part of the insane pleasure of her