Ann: The Married Years Ch. 03

She relaxed, her upper body going limp other than to hold his neck with her hands. She was leaning back, offering space, and he took advantage of the room she provided. His mouth trailed down her neck, making its way to her chest. She felt him playfully biting at the inside of her breasts, nuzzling her cleavage as his hands held her still.

Her nipples ached for his touch, yet he avoided them, kissing and licking around them, making her body shake. She could feel the heat from his prick inside her, making her wetter with each passing minute. The water lapped at the underside of her tits, the hot foam tickling her skin.

All of her senses were on overload. He'd turned down the lights, making the room dark, her eyes seeing mere shadows as he caressed her in the tub. The sounds of the jets beneath the surface churning the water hummed in her ears, as did the splashing as the waves they created moved against the walls. She could feel the heat, both from the water and her lover's body, the thick cock stuffed completely inside her quivering walls.

There were the sensations of his wet body pressing against hers, their skin slipping against each other in the most seductive ways. The smell of chlorine filled her nostrils as she breathed deeply, almost making her lightheaded. She could taste the salt of her perspiration on her lips, making her lick them absentmindedly as he trailed his tongue around her areolas, still avoiding her stiff nipples.

She let out a squeal when he stood up with her still impaled on his shaft, turning her body as he lifted her out of the water. Before she could say anything, he'd laid her on the floor, her back sliding across the ornate ceramic tile. Goosebumps popped up on her skin as she felt the air flowing over her body, the room temperature in stark contrast to that of the steaming water.

Neil pulled her back toward him, her ass resting on the edge of the Jacuzzi as he knelt on the seat inside it. Spreading her shapely thighs, he knelt down, kissing her outer labia, his hands curling around her legs to hold her in place. She winced as she felt him bite at the little strip of hair on her mound, feeling him stretch the strands with his teeth. She loved that wicked feeling, even during those times it hurt just a touch.

Licking all around, he avoided her clit like he had her nipples, teasing her with his oral talents. Her hands went to her breasts, the uncontrollable urge to play with her nipples washing over her like the droplets running off her body. She lay in the pool of water she was creating on the tile, letting him torture her so wonderfully with his tongue; knowing it would be worth it in the end if she could just be still.

Yet he tested that premise, knowing just as she did that she was anything but a patient woman. It was her one weakness; one that he loved testing time and again. He opened his mouth wide, sucking at the flesh on the inside of her thighs, creating a vacuum with his lips. The power with which he could draw her skin into his mouth made her shake; her fingers finding her wet nipples to twist and pull them.

He waited, knowing she was desperate just from her ragged breathing. That and the way her labia splayed open like a flower, begging to be sucked. And that's what he wanted to hear; Anna, begging him to eat her.

Hovering over her pussy, he inched closer, exhaling his hot breath over it. She cried out, her eyes snapping shut as her ass lifted slightly toward his face. Still he waited, knowing she'd never be able to contain herself.

For her part, she was on fire inside. Her pussy was dripping, not that he could tell from the way the beads of water from the hot tub had danced across her bronze skin. Yet with the way he was breathing on her, he had to know, his steamy blasts making her leak even more.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to plead with him. It was a game, one that she never won. Then again, she always won in the end. She'd eventually cave, and beg him to make her cum. And he would reward her for that, eating her like no man, or woman, ever had. He always made her body respond to his mouth like he owned it.

He did. She was his, belonging to him. She loved to feel possessed, in every possible definition that word might possibly have. It was her dream as a sexually aggressive woman to have Neil make her his. More than a dream really; it filled her desires and fueled her fantasies. She loved being his plaything; thinking of herself often as a living, breathing sex doll that he could take out and use for his own sexual pleasures.

Yet she knew he was her lover, and he never took his own pleasure before giving her hers. With his arms curled around the outside of her upper legs, his palms resting on the inside of her thighs, she felt captive in the position he put her in. Biting at her landing strip again, she sucked in her breath, letting it back out in a long, sexy hiss.

It was inevitable really. She knew her husband was a more patient person than she was, in almost every regard. The idea that he'd draw out their lovemaking was almost always a bittersweet thought. She loved him for it, because of how he treated her. Yet she also knew that he was going to torment her until she finally admitted... verbally, that she needed to cum. It was just a question of how long she could hold out.

When he sucked at her outer labia, flicking her lips with his protruding tongue, her desires began to overcome her willingness to win at the cruel game he loved to play. Just once, she wished she could hold out, her competitive nature wanting to control her inner cravings and show him she could have power over her sexual needs.

But it was such an odd game to begin with. No where else in her life was there such a reward for losing. If she told him what he wanted to hear, he'd give her the orgasm she yearned for. And it would be incredible. The one thing she'd learned sexually about herself since she'd been with him was that the longer she could hold out when he did this to her, the more mind-blowing her climax was going to be.

She tried to think of something... anything that she could focus her mind on; some random thought to use as a distraction from what he was doing to her. But that same brain was working against her, telling her to arouse her nipples, trying to bring some kind of sexual stimulation that would lead to a release. Her hands pulled at her erect nubs, following the directions in her head, hoping desperately that he would lick her clit and let her cum.

She heard the words, cringing as the weight they carried hit her. "Did I just say that," she groaned to herself, knowing that she had.

It was a resigned groan, one that came with knowing she'd just given in to her desire.

"What did you say, lover?" she heard him ask. A rush ran through her body, knowing what he wanted, and what she needed to do if he were to go any further. She needed to repeat herself. She needed to beg... again.

There was no hesitation now. She's already done it once, which meant that she'd already reached her breaking point. Drawing in another short breath, she exclaimed, "Please, Neil. I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, baby... make me cum! Suck my clit and MAKE ME CUM!"

Instead of sucking on the protruding nub, he ignored her desperate plea, although it looked so inviting. Rising from the water, he stabbed her gaping cunt with his thick shaft, making her gasp, eyes flying open.

"OH FUCK!"

"Yes... let's do that," he grimaced, concentrating on pumping his hips as fast as he could.

He loved the way her breasts bounced when they really got into it. Even more so when she just lied there and took the pounding. They were so perfect, the hard nipples jutting out, looking like ripe fruit ready to be picked. He wanted to, longing to pinch or suck them. But the position he was in was a little on the dangerous side, what with his feet spread wide on the seat in the water, he knees bent so he could line up with her crotch. It took every bit of his athletic ability to maintain his balance and still hammer her hard and deep.

The emotion of the moment and the events of the day all came crashing over her like waves, the sounds of the water splashing in the tub adding to what was happening to her. Every stroke somehow seemed deeper; his cock touching places inside her pussy that she swore had never been reached before. Her eyes snapped shut, her hands clutching at the tile, finding nothing to grab onto.

Her back was sliding back and forth across the wet floor. When she opened her eyes, she caught the expression on his face; a familiar hot, thrilling sensation coming over her once again. She could tell from the way he leered at her with his lust filled eyes. She was his... and she loved being used.

That dirty thought set her off, her back arching, forcing her breasts toward the ceiling.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMMINNNG!" she cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably.

He continued to pump, his thighs burning from the position he was holding, telling him to change. But he was too close, and Ann was still in the throes of her climax. Forging ahead, he tried to quicken his pace, shortening his strokes in hopes of bringing on his own orgasm. Her pussy gripped at his cock, the walls convulsing over his shaft as she came a second time. Thrusting forward, he held still, feeling his heavy balls churning.

"UNNHHH!" he growled, emptying his load into his bride.

"That's it lover. Give me your cum," she cooed.

He pulled out quickly, practically falling back into the Jacuzzi, coming to rest on the seat on the opposite side. He sat there, catching his breath, staring at his wife. Well, part of his wife. She'd let her legs fall into the water, content to lay on the ceramic tile where he'd left her, her ass still resting on the edge. She spread her legs, knowing he'd be watching, wanting to show him what he'd done to her sweet pussy, now red and swollen and dripping fresh cum.

He smiled as he watched her bring her left hand down, toying with the ornamental ring in her labia, before dipping two fingers inside her cunt. Bringing some of his cum to her mouth, she moaned.

"God I love how you fuck me, Neil," she said, staring at the ceiling as she licked her fingers.

"I love the ways you let me," he admitted, thinking about how she was the perfect partner, always knowing what he needed sexually.

Reaching down for another dip, she sighed contentedly. "Mmm... I bet you're already thinking of how you want to use me next, aren't you?"

It was hard not to, at least with how she was playing with herself. He knew she was doing that for him, her not so subtle way of trying to keep him turned on. And it worked, his semi-hard cock flinching a little underneath surface. But he also knew he was spent.

Getting up, he climbed out of the tub, lifting her off the floor and carrying her to bed. They were still wet, but he didn't care. Neither did she; giggling as he turned down the bed with one hand while holding her with the other.

She crawled onto the mattress into the center of the mattress, eyeing his wet naked body just before he turned out the lights. He nestled up against her, spooning from behind. She felt his hardening shaft pressing into the crack of her ass, and she reached behind, her hand running along his hip.

"So, are we going to put that to good use?" she asked.

"No babe. We're going to sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow."

"We do?"

"Uh huh. We're going on our honeymoon. Remember?"

"Oh... that's right. Where are we going again?" she asked, hoping he'd tell her.

Kissing her neck, his lips brushed against her tender skin, reminding her of how he'd used his teeth on that very spot when he'd fucked her against the barn.

He knew he'd found the mark he'd made when she sucked in her breath, and he kissed it tenderly, like he was trying to make it feel better.

"We're going to be with Dawn and Jeremy," he teased.