Reclaimed time

We lay tangled together, bodies humming, the scent of sex and sweat still thick in the air. I traced lazy circles on Ethan’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my fingertips. The house was still silent, sunlight now slanting across the rumpled sheets. For the first time in years, we had time-real, luxurious time-and the realization sent a wicked thrill through me.

Ethan caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “the kids won’t be home for hours.”

I grinned, rolling on top of him, straddling his hips and slid down his massive dick. “Then what are we waiting for?”

He answered with a hungry kiss, hands sliding down my back to cup my ass, pulling me tight against him. I could feel him hardening beneath me, ready for more. I ground against him, teasing, making him groan with need.

This time, there was no rush-just pure, unrestrained indulgence. I took control, pinning his wrists above his head, kissing my way down his chest, biting and licking, leaving a trail of fire in my wake. He watched me with hooded eyes, surrendering to my touch, letting me set the pace.

I slid down, taking him in my hand, stroking him slowly, savoring the power I held. When I finally took him in my mouth, his hips bucked, a raw, desperate sound escaping his lips. I teased him mercilessly, swirling my tongue, using my hands, bringing him to the edge before pulling away, leaving him gasping and begging.

He flipped us over in one swift motion, pinning me beneath him, his mouth hot and demanding. He kissed his way down my body, spreading my legs wide, tasting me until I was writhing, clawing at the sheets, pleading for release. He didn’t stop until I was shaking, my cries muffled against his shoulder.

Then he was inside me again, deeper and harder this time, our bodies slamming together with wild, reckless abandon. We lost ourselves in the rhythm, in the sweat and the heat and the raw, animal need. He whispered filthy things in my ear, telling me exactly what he wanted, exactly how good I felt, exactly how much he’d missed this. He shot loads of his cum in me.

We tried every position we’d ever fantasized about-me on top, riding him until he begged for mercy; him behind me, gripping my hips, driving into me with relentless force; tangled together on our sides, faces inches apart, kissing hungrily as we moved in perfect sync. We pushed each other to the limit, daring each other to let go, to give in, to take everything we wanted. He always filled my hungry pussy with his cum.

When we finally collapsed, spent and breathless, the room was filled with the sweet, sticky satisfaction of a passion fully unleashed. Ethan brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes soft and adoring.

“Round six?” he teased, and I laughed, feeling more alive than I had in years.

“Only if you can keep up,” I whispered, pulling him close, already hungry for more.

Outside, the world kept turning. But inside, in our sunlit sanctuary, we had claimed our time, our bodies, and our wild, beautiful love-again and again, until the world called us back.

Ethan filled me eight times before the kids arrived home from school. His cum was dripping down my legs. He always loved draining his heavy balls deep inside of me…I loved it as well but I wish he hadn’t gone for a vasectomy; I always wanted to be bred by him. I wanted many of his kids. I loved how he’d ravish me while pregnant.