I popped into the room to check on my wife. She’d worked a long shift today, so I had her head to bed early; I could handle the chores for the night. I left a cup of water at her bedside table and leaned down to kiss her on her head. As I walked away, I heard her sleepily ask me:

“Are you coming to bed?”

I had already done everything I wanted to do for the night, so I decided to indulge her, crawling under the sheets to spoon her. I held her tight from behind and kissed her on the nape of her neck. She let out a small sound of satisfaction and we enjoy each other‘s touch. She shuddered..

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Your breath tickles,” she answered with a giggle. My wife wiggled her butt back towards me, grinding against my crotch.

I was tempted to ask what she thought she was doing, but I had no intention of stopping her. I took hold of her hips and grinded back against her, calling her bluff. She exhaled sharply, moving one of my hands to her breasts. I obliged with a firm squeeze, drawing another faint exhale from her lips. The hand on her waist wanders underneath her waistband, fixing to move lower.

A light whimper and a firm grasp on my forearm told me to keep going and stop teasing her. My hand crept underneath her panties until my fingers rested on her mound. Hastily she grinded against my hand, desperate for my touch.

I rubbed her clit, squeezed her breasts, and grinded against her ass. She does her best to keep quiet, but little moans inevitably escape. I eased one finger inside before shortly adding a second; her sudden gasp and spreading of her legs told me I was in the right track. Her exposed neck was calling out to me and my hungry lips latched on to kiss it.

“Can I taste you?” I whispered in her ear. While she doesn’t utter a word, an eager nod prompted me to peel off her shorts and underwear. I removed my own clothes and caught my wife staring at my now-exposed cock.

Mesmerized, she grinned to herself and wrapped her hands around the base. A few strokes up and down and she told me finally, “I think I want this instead.”

I was determined to make her beg for me. The length of my shaft against her, tracing between her lips that grew wetter as I grinded against her. My tip teased her, tracing along her slit as. I poked the head in briefly, only to quickly pull out.

She whined, and I could barely hear her mutters of “no fair…”

I guided my cock back into her and slowly gave her more and more until I had filled her completely. I allowed my hips to move, and I kept a slow, steady pace, making sure to go deep. Every sharp exhale from her was a treat for me and she wiped my smug grin off by pulling me down for a deep kiss. As my hips kept thrusting, she told me to make sure that I pulled out, to which I agreed. I held her knees back towards her body, which let me reach even deeper. I kept up my speed without letting up doing everything I could to draw every single moan from her lips.

We switched positions so she could catch her breath, but I had no intentions of letting her off easy. I turned her over and pulled her hips up. I reached into the bedside table and gave my wife her favorite clit-sucking toy. She turned the toy on to get started and I guided myself into her again.

As the buzz of the toy filled the room, I could tell she hadn’t used it recently. In no time she was moaning, shoving her face into her pillow to muffle her sounds. I grabbed her waist firmly, picking up my pace; as the claps between my thighs and her ass grew faster, the space between her moans only shrank. One more strained groan escaped her lips and I felt her clench around my cock. Her next deep breath signaled a satisfying release.

My hold on her only tightened as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards me. I leaned down to kiss her back and pulled my cock out of her (I made a promise after all). Each fast stroke of my cock brought me closer to climax and I felt the first wave of pleasure come over me as I shot the first spray of cum onto her ass.

“Put it back in,” my wife begged, turning up the speed of her toy. “Please…”

“But you told me to—“

“I know,” she lamented, “but I need you inside me right now. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

In a frenzied daze, I lined myself up with her and put my all into the rest of the strokes left in me. I gave it to her as hard and deep as I could. She felt amazing, and her desperate moans grew closer together with every stroke. I surrendered to the pleasure and filled her pussy with my cum. Emptied of every drop, I kept going, pushing deep and pressing hard against her even as my tip grew sensitive. My perseverance paid off; every exhale of hers grew deeper and breathier, until she finally cried out, “I’m coming!”

Her body spasmed as she rode through her orgasm and I finally pulled myself out of her. My cock was slick with a mix of our juices and before I wiped myself down, i wiped her clean so she could roll over onto her back. She caught her breath finally, feeling herself melt into the mattress.

“What happened to me pulling out?” I teased with a kiss.

A smile crept up onto her face and she giggled. “Shut up.”