Ann: The Married Years Ch. 26

She could always tell when he was close to cumming. There were so many little signs, but the one that always thrilled her was how his cock seemed to thicken just before he exploded. It probably wasn't as much as she made it out to be, but she could feel it as her wet walls clung to him, trying to pull him further inside, never wanting to let him go.

Her back curved, her shoulders pressing into his chest as another swell overtook her. How did she ever accept only cumming once when she made love before he came into her life? How did she ever live without the pleasure he could bring her, seemingly at will? What did she ever do to deserve such an imaginative lover sharing her bed every night? Her mind was filled with many erotic questions as she felt her own orgasm welling up inside her, ready to spill over onto the mattress.

She felt his hand grip her neck, his strong fingers holding it tightly; her eyes bugging out for just a moment. She couldn't breathe, her stare fixed on the window as her pussy began to undulate. It scared her, and yet she knew to trust him. He'd done it before when they'd be in a particularly angry mood. If was something she enjoyed... when they fucked, he'd never done it to her while making love. It was such an unexpected twist, and it turned her on.

Every once in a while he'd release his grip, and she'd gasp for breath like she was swimming. With her lungs full, she felt her breasts swell, the chest expanding as she fought for air. His other hand gripped her thigh even tighter, spreading her wide, offering the world a view of her cunt being impaled by his glistening shaft. No one could actually see through the window, but that didn't stop her from feeling vulnerable, and possessed.

Her orgasm was explosive. So much so that she let loose that familiar torrent that would come squirting out of her. It happened with such force that it actually expelled his cock, leaving her empty for a moment. Undeterred, he stuffed it back inside like he was trying to plug a gaping leak, burying his shaft deep into her quaking cunt. Firing his hips, he began cumming with her. She felt his cock spasm, spurting so deep inside her she thought for sure it might come out her nose.

"UUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" he growled.

She gasped as he let go of her neck, coughing a bit as she tried to gulp in too much oxygen too fast. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling as if she'd just finished a marathon. She could feel her heart beating in her chest; and his as he pressed against her back. He was clutching her, pulling her close to him as his cock continued to pulse inside her walls.

"I wish I could feel like this forever," she thought as she lay there, their bodies slowly recovering.

The room fell silent; just their breathing was audible, and that eventually quieted too. After a while she felt him begin to soften and she closed her eyes, making a wish that it would inflate once again. It was in between late and early, those lost hours of the night when time just passes. His lips pressed against her neck, leaving behind soft, wet busses on her skin.

She thought of how he'd manhandled her at the end, a tremor running through her at the excitement she felt.

"Neil?" she whispered, afraid that she'd ruined the moment by speaking, but taking the chance anyway.

"Yes love," he responded, sounding as wide awake as ever.

"What brought that on?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"When you... choked me. We were making love... and then all of a sudden --"

"It's what you wanted."

"But... how did you know? I didn't know."

"I'm your husband, Anna. I know you."

"What?"

"Whenever I reminded you to be patient, you looked out the window."

"I did?"

"Yes. You were thinking about being in the dungeon again."

"My... h... how did you know?"

"Again... I'm your husband," he mewled as he kissed along her collarbone. "I'm supposed to know these things."

"You amaze me, Neil Antonio," she sighed.

"And that's why you belong to me, Anna Renee," he teased.

They continued their playful banter as he kissed her from behind. She held his hand over her breast, their fingers laced together as she looked outside, the stars in the dark night sky almost calling to her. With her gaze fixed, she saw something in the distance, her mind puzzled as to what it might be. It seemed to shift, moving past the window like a drifting mirage.

"OH MY GOD!" she shouted, snapping upright as she bolted toward the window.

The tranquil moment gone, Neil sat up, fearful that something was terribly wrong. "What is it?"

She started laughing. "Well fuck me."

"Would you like me to?" he asked, relieved that whatever made her spring up from the bed wasn't some tragedy.

"Hmm...maybe."

"What's going on, Anna?"

He could see her smile in the faint reflection of the glass. "It looks like I lost the bet. I'm going to have to eat Sam."

"What?"

"I told you... I made a bet with her, remember?"

"Oh yeah... that was a silly bet, really."

"Well it worked. She's fucking Jarrod... right now... in front of her fireplace."

"You can tell that from here?"

"Yeah, she's sending me a smoke signal."

"The wood you took over there?" he chortled.

"Yep... and she used it, which means she's fucking him. Or he's fucking her. God, I am so happy for her right now."

He patted the mattress, calling her back to bed. "Come here, lover. Just because she won, doesn't mean you can't too."

Looking over her sexy shoulder, she smiled sweetly. "I win every day, Neil. I have you."