Chapter Forty One

Trinity

We returned to the hotel, our twins half-asleep and in need of a change. We each held one, rocking them gently back to sleep. All the while, my husband and I exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between us. We both knew what we wanted, what was about to happen.

After a painstakingly long half-hour, the twins were finally asleep. We tucked them in and my husband led me to our room, his hand warm in mine.

I moved to my side of the bed, turning to face my husband who was still by the door. I began to undress, his gaze never leaving me. He closed the door, sealing us off from the world for a while.

He began to undress too, our eyes locked in a silent dance of desire.

He made love like he did everything else—with a single-minded devotion, like a predator that had finally caught its prey.

Standing across the room from him, naked and vulnerable, I finally understood desire. I felt it between my legs, on my fingers as I touched myself. I saw it in the hardening of his cock, as he touched himself too. But most of all, I saw it on his face—in the dilation of his pupils, in the flaring of his nostrils.

His mouth was open, his tongue touching his teeth, and I knew it was intentional. I imagined my nipple caught between them, and felt a rush of heat on my fingers. He had that effect on me; I sometimes wondered if he could make me climax with just a look.

He was giving me one now, promising things with his eyes that would make me scream. Sometimes, I was scared of how much my body wanted him, wanted to be fucked within an inch of my life by him. My only consolation was knowing that he wanted me, too. He could play my body like a guitar, but I knew a few chords as well.

“Fuck me,” I whispered across the room to him.

“Fuck me now, Stephen.”

He was on me in an instant. One moment I was standing there, in the middle of the room, and the next, I was pinned against the wall, my hands above my head, held securely by one of his. His tongue was in my mouth, his dick against my pelvis, both thrusting with the urgency of his desire.

I smiled to myself, which turned into a moan when his lips left my mouth to latch onto my nipple instead. Fuck! The way he licked it, sucked it, bit it...before I knew it, my pelvis was bucking against his, matching him thrust for thrust.

He cupped his free hand on my ass, pulling me closer to his body. I moaned again, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. That was the first time I came that night, with my nipple between his teeth and his dick grinding against my clit.

He thrust one finger inside me while I was still coming, and then another one. I contracted helplessly around his fingers, coming all over them. He took them out when I stopped shaking, while I stood there panting, and put them against his nose, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell good, momma,” he groaned, and put his fingers in his mouth, tasting me, looking at me with eyes dark with such intense, consuming lust that I almost collapsed to the floor in a molten heap at his feet. My nipples were hard again, and I could feel something tightening within me—I'd just had an earth-shattering orgasm, how the fuck was I still so turned on?!

I placed a palm against his chest and pushed him backwards, towards the bed. I wanted to do to him, what he'd just done to me. He kept his lust-darkened gaze on me, walking backwards and then sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I knelt between his legs, pushing them apart. His cock was already hard, straining against his stomach.

The look on his face as he slid his impossibly hard cock between my lips only served to heighten my own enjoyment a thousand times over. I loved the feel of my lips wrapped around his rigid cock more than anything else in the world, save for that look. It was a look that betrayed his intense pleasure.

It praised my talent for sucking him off and radiated a sense of wonder that made my pussy slick with welcoming juices.

I pulled him down with me as I lay on my side, wrapping one palm around the base of his shaft and the other gently around his balls, massaging them softly. He knelt beside me, his erection poking out toward me, begging me to devour it.

My lips parted over its head, creating a magically warm, wet vacuum into which I took him, deeper and deeper with an agonizingly slow pace that caused him to reflexively cast his hips forward. My lips pressed firmly around him, holding him in place as his breath seemed to catch in his throat.

I fell into a rhythmic pattern of pressuring and releasing him with my full mouth. All the while, the tip of my tongue flicked across the underside of his shaft. He marveled at my ability to completely envelope his cock inside of my mouth while still using my tongue to create such delicious sensations.

“Awww, God damn it, baby,” he half whispered, half shouted.

“It's just like being inside your pussy. But that tongue...oh fuck!”

His head tipped forward and his eyes were clenched shut. His hands wrapped themselves through my long hair, guiding my head as if he were face-fucking me. I wondered what thoughts, if any, were going through his head, or if he was simply intent on being lost in his own pleasure.

I slid him deeper into my eager mouth, opening my throat to allow him to come as deeply inside of me as possible. My saliva pooled around him, dripping down his shaft and running over my clenched hand, which continued to pulse at the base of his enormous cock.

His right hand released my hair and moved onto my left breast, kneading it firmly and then pulling and twisting at the achingly erect nipple. His hips rocked slowly and almost imperceptibly as a shallow moan began building from his chest.

I could feel my own wetness beginning to spread onto my inner thighs again. When he moaned, I could not bear my vacant pussy any longer. It wanted him, yet I was torn between my own pleasure and his.

As if he were reading my mind, he ran his hand from my breast, along the valley of my waistline, over the ample curve of my hip across my plump belly full of his seed and down and inward toward my throbbing, dripping sex. Effortlessly, he dipped his fingers into the heated pool between my thighs.

I shifted, opening my legs and rolling onto my back, all the while keeping his cock in my mouth. His face was a picture of pure bliss as his fingers played with me, making me squeal and hum. The vibrations from my sounds sent waves over his cock, forcing him to move his hips as if he was fucking my mouth. He couldn’t help it. He had to move. It was as if his life depended on it.

I craved these moments. They transformed me from the usual, sweet soccer mom into his naughty little sex toy. He loved that I could be a lady in public and a complete vixen in the bedroom for him. I loved it too. The joy and pleasure that this transformation brought me kept me in a near constant state of arousal.

His heavy breathing was all the encouragement I needed to focus my lips on the top of his cock and suck. He groaned and put both his hands in my hair, pulling my head closer, urging me to take more of him in my mouth.

I took my time, though—licking all around the top, kissing it, sucking on it repeatedly, all the while looking him in the eye. Then, without warning, I took his whole length in my mouth in one swift movement again. He convulsed at the suddenness of it, and swore loudly.

Stephen—Aghhhh fuck yes.

Then he began to move in my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat every time. I wanted to make him come just by giving him head, but he had other ideas.

He pulled out after only a few more minutes, and stood up, face twisted with the effort of his restraint. I looked up questioningly at his face, but he just wordlessly picked me up and placed me on the bed, face first.

Stephen—On your knees.

He commanded, and I obeyed, understanding the urgency and beginning to get caught up in its frenzy as well. I arched my back and thrust my ass up, ready for the pleasure that I knew was about to come, that I anticipated every time with this insatiable man.

He growled his approval, and spanked my ass, so hard that it stung.

Stephen—Awwww I'm going to fuck you so hard now momma.

He said, and I gasped, surprised at the swiftness of the reaction it elicited within my body—I was dripping wet again.

In one smooth motion, his big cock was deep inside me. Both of us groaned at how good it felt. I thrust my hips against his pelvis, conveying my impatience. He laughed—and then started pounding me, so hard that I could barely breathe.

Stephen—How's that my beautiful little slut is that what you need from daddy?

He leans over my back whispering hard in my ear.

He pulled my hair back with one hand, and pinched my nipple with the other, while my tits swayed wildly with the rhythmic motion of our fucking. It was hard and fast and deep, just the way I liked it.

Stephen—Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you like my own little slut, because you are, in here what are you?

Trinity—Awww I'm daddy's little slut.

Stephen—Aghhhh yes you are. Tell me how much you love my cock.

Trinity—Awww it's my cock daddy, it's all mine.

Stephen—Aww yes yes my sexy little bitch I'm all yours, my cock belongs to your golden pussy.

While still leaning over the top of me he places one hand on the mattress next to me and brings his other up to my throat gripping it with just enough pressure and pulling me back carefully tighter into him as his hips kept pounding into me like a wild beast.

Stephen—Just you wait until my baby is out of you. Daddy's going to buy you some new toys so he can really get you purring.

Trinity—Awww fuck baby.

Stephen—You like that momma? You wanna get really dirty and kinky with daddy?

He pulls me back again tighter as he bites on my shoulder.

Trinity—oh god yes yes I want it all with you daddy mmmmm.

Stephen—Yes purr do it purr for me baby you know how I love it.

We fucked for a long, long time. My husband was a wild beast tonight. We fucked so hard that I literally came within an inch of my life.

Twice!

The second time, we came together.

My hand was reaching back grabbing his firm, tight ass, guiding him deeper and deeper inside me, while I looked back over my shoulder and he continued to grip my throat.

Stephen—You want me momma?

Trinity—Mmm mmm awwww yes daddy give it to me.

Stephen—I fucking love you so much doll.

Trinity—Awwwwww mmmm I...

We came, looking each other in the eye. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen, his expression in that moment.

Afterwards, we lay on the bed, wrapped around each other calming down. Eventually my husband got up and got a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaned me up. He walked over to our bedroom door and opened it up for our babies later. I loved how much he always took care of us all.

He came back over and got in bed with me. He slept with his head on my chest and an arm thrown possessively across my midsection holding on to our baby boy. I felt so much love in my heart looking down at my husband wrapping our baby up protectively. And then weariness took over, and I fell into a deep, contented sleep as well.