Love in Fantasy (Skeleton Key) (30 page)

Pippa’s olive complexion flushes with a tinge of pink, her face bright with happiness. I run a single finger from her collar bone, down the center of her body, until I reach the apex of her thighs. She’d chosen to wear a cream colored, summery dress, with knee-length, flowy skirt and I appreciate the choice when I hook a finger under the hem and drag her skirt up to her waist.

I stop breathing.
Holy fucking hell.
Pippa has on white, nearly see-through, underwear with tiny bows on the sides and one in the center. My beautiful wife is wrapped up like a delectable present, just waiting for me to open and taste my mouth-watering treat. I bunch her skirt and take one of her hands, placing it over the material so she knows to hold it up. Slipping a finger into her panties, I dip it into her pussy and fuck, she’s soaked. I draw the digit out, torturously slow, straight up the middle, between her lips, right over her little bud. She shudders and moans, watching me as I lick her essence from my finger.

She tastes like sweet spices and something more, something that is simply Pippa. “Damn, you taste fucking delicious, baby.” Leaning up, I work her panties down her legs, leaving her bare and glistening with her arousal. I move to kneel between her legs, pushing them wide and take the time to admire her pussy, so pink and wet. I lick my lips in anticipation and glance up at my wife. She’s blushing fire-engine red, seemingly nervous and a little uncomfortable.

I crawl up her body and kiss her, surrounding her in a haze of lust and desire as it explodes from the chemistry sparking at the touch of our lips. She sighs and melts into it and when I end the kiss, she’s flushed for an entirely different reason. “Baby, who does this gorgeous body belong to?” I ask sternly. She looks like she might argue, so I prove my point by sliding a finger inside her, pump it in and out a couple of times, then drag it up to circle her clit, making her moan. “Who owns this body, Pippa?”

“Ah, ah, you!” she cries out, her hips chasing after my hand, trying to force contact where she really wants it. But, I studiously keep from touching her little bundle of nerves, not ready for her to come.

“Very good, baby,” I purr. “I don’t want you to be self-conscious, but most importantly”—I grip her chin, making sure she hears me—“you have nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to what we do together in the bedroom.” I smirk. “Or anywhere else I choose to make you moan.

“And,” I continue. “Right now, I need to taste your sweet pussy. You’re going to be a good girl and hold your legs open for me.” I sit back and bend her knees, pushing them to her chest, widen them as far as possible and guide her hands to grip under her thighs. “Don’t let go,” I instruct, my face conveying that I’m not messing around and expect her to obey.

Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her pussy up and lean forward to slowly lick from bottom to top, circle her clit, and back down.

“Oh! Ah!” Pippa cries out, partly in shock, but mostly her voice is thick with pleasure.

“
Mmm
, it’s sexy as fuck when you’re loud, baby. I want to know what you like, what drives you crazy, what makes you scream my name.” I repeat the lick, this time, plunging my tongue into her hole on the way back down.

“Oliver! Oh!”

“Interesting,” I mumble cheekily. I do it all again, faster, several times.

“Oh! Yes! Ah! Ah!”

Fuck it. I’m not waiting. I replace my tongue with my finger, curling it into just the right spot, and suck hard on her clit. She screams at the top of her lungs, and I hungrily eat at her, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible, lapping up the juices gushing from her pussy. I’m a greedy fucker, so when she starts to float back down, I redouble my efforts, wringing a second orgasm from her, keeping my eyes trained on her. When she screams my name, I almost fucking come in my pants. Finally letting up, I sit back up and wipe her essence from my chin, licking my fingers clean. “I think I’ve got a new favorite snack.”

“Umm-hmm. . .” Pippa hums, evidently, having lost the ability to form words. I’d pat myself on the back if I wasn’t too busy beginning to undress her, eager to feel her naked body underneath mine. She’s languid and sated, but manages to lift her hips so I can get her dress off. Lastly, I sit her up and reach around her back to undo the catch on her white, strapless bra. I pull it out from between us before tossing it over my shoulder and lowering her back down to the bed.

Magnificent. There really is no other word to describe Pippa’s breasts. James once told me “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world.” I’d have to agree with him, but Pippa is definitely at the top of the list. They are round and full, the right size to fill my palms. Her long dark hair fell forward when she was sitting up and it stream down her from playing peekaboo with her firm nipples. I quickly undress, dropping my clothes off the side of the bed, then shift until I’m on my knees, straddling Pippa’s legs. Her eyes are glued to my cock, as it bounces against my stomach with my movements. It’s long and thick, and I can tell she’s worried about the fit from the fear in her eyes.

I cup her face and look deeply into her rich, sable eyes. “Do you trust me?” She nods without thought and love for her fills me, shocking because I didn’t think there was any room left. “I’ll take care of you. Trust me to make this special and as painless as possible, okay?” The fear begins to recede, and she smiles shyly, nodding again.

Tenderly, I push her hair away, baring her chest completely, then find I was right, when I cup her breasts, they just barely spill out of my hands. I massage them gently and her hard nipples scrape my palms, the sensation causing her to moan. The picture she paints has come leaking from the tip of my cock and I know I’ve got to have her soon, or I’ll be wasting it when it should be inside her, making our baby.

I squeeze her breasts a little rougher now, watching her carefully to make sure it pleases her. She squirms and her lower body brushes against my balls. I’m minutes away from coming all over her stomach. But, I want to make sure she is truly ready for me, so this is as painless as possible. I pinch her nipples between mu thumb and forefinger, then twist and pluck them. She is so fucking responsive.

I change my position, coming down over her body, lying in the middle of her legs, and when my cock rests firmly nestled against her bare pussy, I groan in absolute rapture, it feels better than any fantasy. My mouth seeks out a rosy tip and I suckle her nipple, alternating with long, deep pulls, then switch to her other breast. Pippa is becoming more and more anxious and her writhing is actually hardening my cock even further. I have no fucking clue how it’s possible, it seemed like my skin was already stretched as far as possible. Yet, I feel it tighten even more and I wince at the pain.

I can’t take another second of not being inside her. Bracing myself on my elbows, I pick my hips up to get put my cock in perfect line with her pussy. The tip is bathed in her heat and it feels fucking amazing. With one arm, I guide one of her legs around my waist and then do the same with the other. Her eyes are wide and a little frightened, clearing away the mists of desire that were just there. “Trust me, baby. I love you,” I whisper as I start to push inside her.

It’s a tight fit. She’s so damn small, and I remind myself over and over to go slow. “Fuck, Pippa. You’re so damn tight. Like a vice squeezing my cock, it’s so fucking good.” Little by little, I work my way in, until I feel the evidence of her virginity. I’m not going to lie, I’m mentally banging on my chest and shouting like a lunatic that this woman is mine and mine alone.

“Hey,” I say softly and wait until she meets my gaze. “I love you.”

She practically melts right before my eyes, all of her muscles relaxing. It’s exactly what I was hoping would happen. I kiss her and plunge in hard enough to break the thin barrier. She tenses, but I keep kissing her and she soon relaxes again, her body welcoming mine. At this point, I’m far enough in that her walls are clamping down on me, sucking me into her instead of trying to force me out. Once I’m all the way in, seated to the hilt inside her, I pause to let her adjust. Her muscles spasm and my eyes practically roll back into my head at the exquisite pleasure rocketing through me.

I start to move slowly, gradually picking up strength in my thrusts, watching her for any indication I might be hurting her, but her face is awash with bliss, her hands gripping my biceps with surprising strength. With long, even strokes I guide us up, up, refusing when my body or Pippa’s urge me to speed up. This isn’t about fucking; this is about love. It’s about making love to my wife, savoring the moment when we become one for the first time. At last, we reach the tip of the mountain and I glide through her slick pussy until I’m buried so fucking deep, I can feel her cervix.

“It’s time for you to come, Pippa. Open up for me, baby, I’m going to fill you with my come until I know you’ve got our child growing inside you.” She whimpers as her body thrashes with unspent energy. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I suck it hard, while I use two fingers to pinch her clit. Pippa’s back arches, coming up off the bed, her hands clawing at my back as screams, exploding with a shuddering orgasm.

I pump my hips three more times before planting myself back fully inside and shout as I let my orgasm rip through my body, knowing her womb is in the prime place to accept the hot jets of my seed, erupting from my cock. The spurts come to an end and I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her under my weight. We’re both panting, gasping for air as our hearts race.

But, I’m not done yet, and my still rock hard cock clearly agrees. “Now that I’ve made love to you, I’m going to fuck you,” I growl into Pippa’s ear. She sucks in a ragged breath and her pussy clenches around my cock. She seems to like the idea. I clasp her wrists and guide her arms up on either side of her head, and wrap her fingers around the headboard. “Hold tight, baby. If you let go, you’re going to get your ass spanked. Understood?” Her eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and heat. I raise an eyebrow and wait.

“Yes,” she croaks.

“Yes, what?” I want to make sure we are very clearly on the same page.

She clears her throat and answers, “Yes, I understand. I won’t let go.”

“Good girl,” I coo before taking her mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss. I think I’d still be lost in this kiss if my cock weren’t pulsing with need again. “Uhhh,” I groan. “Your pussy is so tight, I can feel my cock stretching it with every heartbeat.”

She moans and I’m starting to realize my Pippa has a taste for my dirty mouth. “Do you want my cock, baby? Do you want me to fuck you hard until you are screaming so loud the neighbors know you’re in the throes of orgasm?”

Pippa sucks in a breath and her body arches into mine, her breasts pressing against my chest so I can feel her nipples, hardened with lust. Taking advantage of her position, I bite one, then soothe it with a lick, before sucking on it in rhythm with my thrusts as I begin to move again.

“Ah! Oh, Oliver! I—ah!”

The sound of my name sparks something inside me and the beast inside me claws to the surface. Grabbing her legs, I throw them over my shoulders, and pick her ass up, then slam into her so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.

“Yesss! Oliver! Oh, yes!” she hollers as she comes violently.

I’m all animal now, nothing civilized remains as I pound my cock into her snug pussy. My grip on her ass is going to leave bruises and I’m perversely turned on by the thought, knowing I’ve marked her. The bed crashes against the wall, her screams are ringing in the air—all of it simply burns the fire raging inside me. I throw my head back, my voice hoarse as I yell, wild, almost unhinged, “Shit—Pippa—oh fuck—Oh fuck, Pippa! Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh FUCK!”

I’m craving her orgasms like an addiction and I can’t help working her up to another one. The sound of her coming is the strongest aphrodisiac on the world. I’ll never get enough.

Suddenly, I feel her clutch my ass, pulling me in deeper and I automatically raise my hand and bring it down on her ass. “Hands!” I shout. I lift my head and look into her eyes as she grabs the headboard again. Her eyes are frantic, her hips bucking, meeting my every powerful drive into her.

“Again.”

She says it so timidly, I almost miss it. “You want me to spank your ass again, Pippa?” I growl. She moans and nods her head. I slap her opposite cheek, leaving a pink handprint behind and it’s hot as fuck. Her knuckles are white as she holds on, her arms tensed, and her pussy is clenched so hard, if it weren’t for how fucking drenched she is, I don’t think I’d be able to pull out. “Baby, you’re so ready, aren’t you?” I pant. “You want me to bury myself deep, deep inside you until you’re coming around my cock?”

“Yes! Oliver, oh yes! Oh fucking hell, yes! YES!”

That does it. I pull out and take her hands from the headboard, flip her around to her hands and knees, before returning them to their spot. I ram back into her with every last bit of my strength, over and over, and though I know she probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I can’t stop.

I put my hands around her and palm her breasts, jerking her upright, and pinch her nipples, twisting them hard. Then I let go of one to slap her pussy, setting her off, and it’s like my body takes it as permission. After I drop her back down to her hands, grab her hips, and slam into her two more times, I spiral up and hit the fucking roof as I orgasm so hard, I’m dizzy with it. “Fuck yes, baby! Squeeze that pussy. Yes—oh fuck, Pippa—fuck, fuck! Yeah, baby, even mo—fuck!” I feel like I’m going to break into pieces, my heart will stop, and I’ll simply drop dead from pleasure.