He exhaled the breath he’d been holding, and Chelle came into being on a whole new level. Check that. She came into being on a million different levels. It was more than just her scent that tied itself in ribbons around him. It was the half a second of tightened anticipation as he sensed her before she touched or kissed him. It was the way, when she trailed her fingers down the front of his sweater before reaching the hem and tugging it up over his head, that it imprinted on some primal part of him. The nearly overwhelming pleasure as she glided her palms over his bare chest that shot straight to his dick. Then she kissed her way down the side of his neck as she braced her hands on his thighs, and he felt her lower herself down between his legs. The second she undid the button of his jeans, he was already at the breaking point.

With his eyes shut tight, he was surrounded everywhere by Chelle. She was every inhale and exhale, every anticipated second, every hope and want and need mixed into the wife he never wanted to give up.

“Stand up,” she said, sounding as on edge and desperate as he felt at that moment.

He didn’t hesitate.

While her taking off his sweater had been slow and deliberate, she yanked down his jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion. He had just enough time to register the cool air on his hard cock before it was surrounded by the warm, wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as she took him in deep, until he hit the back of her throat.

He dropped his hands to the top of her head, winding his fingers through the silky strands of her hair, and she hummed her approval on his cock as he pumped his hips. Her hands were on his ass, her fingernails imprinting on his skin as she met him stroke for stroke. Her tongue, her lips, the pressure as she sucked him in had him on the verge of coming before he was ready. His eyes snapped open, and the sight of Chelle with his dick in her mouth as she looked at him had his balls tightening.

Fuck that.

“You’re coming before I do.”

She pulled her mouth off of him but kept slow-stroking his dick. “You opened your eyes.”

“Good try,” he said as he scooped her up and tossed her on the bed, “but you’re not changing the subject.”