Lela Gwenn - Home Coming

Bianca wanted to answer, but she was breathless, caught in a moment of ecstasy. His thumb brushed over her clit, adding another layer of delight to her already overloaded brain.

“ He pounded her hot little ass while you watched and you wanted it.” His other thumb pressed on her asshole.

At first she shied away reflexively. But he held her steady. Soon she relaxed into it, the pressure giving way to pleasure.

“ Are you happy, Bianca? Does this,” his fingers made a long, deep stroke, “ make you happy?”

She was still without voice, so she nodded vigorously and whimpered her agreement.

“ Come.”

He swept her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the edge of the bed. Standing over her, his hips were at eye level. Her mouth watered. Overtaken by desire, she leaned into him, grabbing the drawstring of his pants between her teeth.

The pants were loose and fell from his hips easily, only getting hung up on his rock hard erection. She flicked the pants aside and went at him with all of her mouth, drawing his cock deep into her throat.

“ I want to fuck your face.”

Stunned for a moment, she stilled. This was so unlike her quiet, respectful Esteban. She slipped the head of his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. What she saw wasn't a demanding stranger, but her husband. Her lover. The smile on his face held no malice, just joy that the two of them could share this. That between them there were no secret unfulfilled desires.

She licked her lips and opened wide. Bending down he kissed her forehead, then held the back of her head. The head of his cock slipped over her lower lip and he slid it in deeper and deeper each stroke more forceful than the last. Right at the moment when she thought he had pushed her to the edge, he pulled out entirely.

“ On your knees.”

She did as she was told, arching her back so that he got the best view of her ass and pussy. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and gave her pussy one more good laving before standing to press his cock into her.

The smooth stroke of his rock hard arousal slid into place, filling her completely. Short, slow thrusts at first, his balls swinging and slapping her greedy clit, then faster and longer. A low moan started in the back of her throat and built in ferocity till she was throwing herself back into him. Doubling his force with her own she reveled in his fingers gripping her hips, in the sweat that shone on her breasts, in the gasps and grunts of pleasure that exploded out of him.

This was what she had always wanted. And she wanted it forever.

His groans reached a fever pitch. She drove her hips back one more time, grinding her pussy onto him. As she did, she felt the familiar warmth of his seed inside her.

He collapsed, nearly on top of her, pulling her into his chest as he rolled onto his side.

“ I am so happy, Dulce Flor.”

She basked in the glow of them together. She couldn't say a word, so just pulled his arms tighter around her. Drifting off to sleep, she dreamed of all the games they would play.

Bianca eyed her best friend, noting the measure- but not too distant- distance she kept between herself and Roger. “So. You two are a thing, huh?”

For a second, Rachel looked shocked. But then a smile bloomed on her face and she closed the careful distance. Leaning against Roger's large frame, she petted his chest.

“ Yeah. It just sort of…happened. You aren't mad, are you? I know what you said…”

Bianca smiled and dismissed her friend's worries with a little wave. “It's fine. But he's still driving us to dinner. Esteban is a terrible driver. Speaking of…” She opened the front door and called into the house, “Esteban. Come on. I'm starving.”

He burst through the bedroom door, looking every bit as good as he had the day she had married him. Better, even, now that the glow of distant worship was replaced with the gleam.