Matthew

The sweet taste of his wife’s pussy could easily become addictive. As could the sound of her gasps. Her moans. Her little noises of surprise. The way she tried to hide when he first lowered his mouth between her thighs.

His cock was throbbing, eager to be inside of her, to hear those noises when wrapped in the slick heat of her body, to feel her coming apart while impaled on his shaft.

Lifting his head from her sweetness, he grinned as he looked up the length of her body. The fall of silk over her stomach did little to hide her breasts, tipped with the pink nubbins of her nipples, and the way her lips were parted as she panted for breath.

Reaching into his pocket, her legs still draped over his shoulders, he gave his coin a quick, small flip.

Not time to bed her yet.

Which was disappointing.

His mouth again?

Apparently yes.

Matthew tucked his coin back into his pocket.

Once more unto the breach.

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Johanna

She did not know what she’d expected after the tumultuous pleasure. Her body was still buzzing, but her muscles were completely limp. Closing her eyes, she tried to slow her breathing.

That had been…

There were not words.

Then she felt his hands sliding up her body, her legs still spread wide with his head between them, and she gasped as he gave her another soft lick. His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing, kneading, and her back arched involuntarily, pushing her breasts against his touch.

His tongue parted her center once again, finding that sensitive spot that had sent her reeling. It throbbed, her toes curling at the sensation, and she cried out as her hands gripped the bedsheet again. She was so much more sensitive than she had been before; she could not possibly take any more stimulation, yet there was nothing she could do to stop him.

All she could do was cry out and writhe as he used his tongue to drive her to new heights of rapture.

******
Matthew

The insistent ache in his cock as his wife erupted in passion again was almost painful. Reaching down with one hand, he gave himself a hard squeeze to ease some of the need, moving his hand up and down, though he was not going to let himself come yet.

Not until he was inside her.

He gave the coin another flip.

Bloody hell, really?

He must be missing something.

Ah, yes, fingers.

Very well then.

He still had one hand on her breast, and he gave the soft mound a gentle caress, rolling her nipple between his fingers while she shuddered and moaned.

“Oh, please…” Her voice was soft as a sigh, catching in her throat.

Tucking his coin back into his pocket, Matthew shifted his position, going up higher on his knees so he could get a better view of her as he pressed his fingers to her sweet pussy.

Watching her mouth fall open as he began to slide two of them into her slick softness.

******
Johanna

Oh, this was…

She mewled, her insides clenching as his fingers pushed inside her.

Inside her.

She could feel him within her, and it was horrifically intimate. Excitingly invasive.

And all the while, she was so sensitive, she could feel tears beginning to slide down her temples into her hair; she could barely stand any more pleasure.

“Please,” she begged again, breathlessly, uselessly.

His fingers did not stop. They stroked. Pushed in deeper. And his other hand squeezed her breast, caressing, kneading. His fingers toyed with her nipple. Pinching. Pulling. Tugging. There was a direct line of sensation straight down to her core where he was now moving his hand back and forth, thrusting his fingers into her while she shuddered around him.

The heel of his hand rubbed against her, his fingers pressing on a spot deep within her.

The sensations roiling through her somehow felt deeper. More encompassing. And Johanna was quite sure she was losing her mind.

******
Matthew

Surely now…

He slid his fingers from his wife’s virgin pussy, bringing them up to clean them off with his tongue. The sweet flavor of her already coated the inside of his mouth, but he was correct in thinking he was addicted. He could not get enough of it; he was enjoying tasting her on his fingers nearly as much as he had at the source.

That was not what he really wanted, though. His cock felt as though it was about to explode if he did not sink inside her immediately.

Digging into his pocket, he gripped his coin tightly.

Surely now…

He flipped it.

Finally.