Authors: Holly Bargo
A moment later they had tumbled naked onto the bed and Mick was sheathed inside her flesh. He bent over her to kiss her, taste her, as he pumped his hips. Sonia managed to lever herself onto her elbows so she could watch the slide of his long, thick penis in and out of her body. It was shiny with her cream. She raised her eyes to his and he said, “Watching the two of us fuck is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”
A flush spread across her chest and neck and her breathing quickened as he maintained a steady rhythm the inexorably drove her to heights of unthinking pleasure. He balanced on one straining arm as he reached down with the other so his fingers could tantalize her clit. Sonia’s breath hitched on a keening moan.
“What do you want, babe?” he asked, his voice raspy and thick and barely heard above the slap of his hips against hers.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Deeper.”
Triumph and joy glinted in Mick’s eyes as he obeyed. Staying sheathed inside her, he folded his legs beneath him. In that kneeling position, he cupped his hands under her bottom to raise her hips and tilt them for deeper penetration. He watched her breasts jiggle as he slammed into her. Sonia’s mouth opened, but no words came out as her climax built. Perspiration bloomed on their skin and beaded as he ground against her, swirling his hips to give her more than just the back-and-forth friction.
Sonia squealed. She couldn’t help it. The feeling of Mick moving within her body was incredible. Awesome. Amazing. Her melting brain cells couldn’t conjure additional superlatives to describe their lovemaking. She moaned yet again when Mick bent down to lick and suck on her breasts, his hips never losing their rhythm or lessening the depth of their stroke. She had no idea how he could do that, but she decided—later when she could think—that she was grateful for it.
“Cum for me,” he growled as he supported her buttocks with one big, warm hand and used the other to gently pinch her clit.
With a wail, she obeyed, her body bucking helplessly as he continued to drill his cock into her. Unlock every other time, he did not withdraw and let her wind down from the orgasm, but kept on pumping through the pulsing tissues, extending the pleasure with continued stimulation.
Sonia panted and quivered as Mick finally withdrew from her body, only to flip her over with easy strength. He raised her hips and pushed her legs beneath her so that her head and chest lay on the bed and her butt was elevated. Mick wrapped his hand around his cock and aimed it at her weeping pussy. He groaned as he sank deeply into her body. He rested for a few seconds, simply enjoying the snug feel of her body surrounding him. Then he once again picked up his rhythm and the wet sounds of vigorous sex again filled the air.
Mick stroked her inside and out for the next couple of hours, bringing her to climax several more times. His first orgasm erupted with her second, but a quick recovery lasted much, much longer. When they finally fell asleep, arms and legs entwined, Sonia’s skin smelled of his sweat and musk. Something about his scent being strongly mixed with the natural fragrance of her own heated skin settled the restless, possessive beast inside him because he’d marked her as his,
his
, damn it.
That territorial beast woke him a few hours later, spurring his hands to molding her pliant flesh, making her slumbering body squirm invitingly against him. He rubbed her nipples to hard points. Her thighs fell open at his touch. He moved over her and settled between her open thighs. Eyes still closed, she breathed a long sigh as he inserted his erection inside the wet welcome of her body. He thrust in long, slow, almost languid movements until a soft orgasm rippled through her. He strained against her, grunting harshly as his release filled her in hot, sticky spurts.
He sighed as he withdrew and cuddled beside her, spreading a hand possessively over her lower belly. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep once more.
Sonia stretched and winced at the aches of vigorously used flesh. She blinked, one hand straying downward, drifting over Mick’s cupping her mound. At the barely-there touch of her fingers against the back of his hand, his fingers flexed, delving into semen-sticky folds. As though acting with their own will, his fingers stroked her, quickly inciting a new release of honey from her body. Spooning her from behind, Mick’s hips rolled forward, morning wood sliding against her bottom. His hand cupped her thigh, lifted it, opened her to his questing erection which sought its target like a heat seeking missile.
She groaned as he thrust into her body with short, hard strokes that worked the light layers of sheet and blanket and bedspread down their legs. Mick’s teeth clamped down where should and neck joined, adding yet another layer of heady pleasure. He drove them both to orgasm, held her shuddering body against his as he emptied himself in shallow, frantic thrusts accompanied by her soft cries and his low grunts. Then they lay, panting and sweating, as the air conditioning cooled their overheated bodies.
“Good morning,” Mick said as he placed light kisses along her neck.
“Mmm,” Sonia hummed in response, not sure she was even capable of forming actual words at that point. She continued to lay there, luxuriating in the post coital glow and the loving touch of her husband’s hands and mouth against her quivering skin.
“This is your last free weekend,” he murmured against her skin.
“Yes,” she acknowledged.
“What do you want to do today?”
“You have two shows today,” she reminded him, glancing at the bedside alarm clock. “And we’ve slept in later than usual.”
“As I recall, we haven’t done a whole lot of sleeping,” he quipped as he rolled her over and moved on top of her. He settled between her legs, which parted without resistance for him. The fat head of his erection nudged her pussy.
“You’re insatiable, Mick,” she said breathily as he dipped his head to suckle on her left breast. Her back arched, pushing her breasts at him.
“So responsive,” he murmured as he slowly pushed inside her.
She sighed as he glided deeply into her body, pausing to pulse within her when he was fully sheathed. Her over-sensitized flesh rippled around him. The urge to move and race to climax overwhelmed her. She tried to buck against him, but his hips anchored hers in place.
“God, Mick, do something!”
He switched his mouth to the right breast. She gurgled and again attempted to move beneath him.
“Mick!” She smacked the back of his shoulder.
He smiled wickedly against her breast and began to rock his hips. Sonia’s breath hitched, then escaped as a high pitched moan. She clutched at him as he inexorably drove her to ecstasy. He reveled in the pulsing of her body around him, beneath him, responding to the slightest touch of his hands, lips, and tongue. A long, low moan accompanied her boneless collapse. He grinned triumphantly at her as he continued to take his pleasure in her body. He rolled her over and lifted her hips. With unerring aim, he inserted himself back inside her body and felt that familiar tingle of energy at the base of his spine. He pumped, the strokes getting harder, faster, more erratic as his control disintegrated. Finally, her body shuddered one last time beneath him from the orgasm he had practically forced upon her. The weak, rippling grip of her exhausted flesh was sufficient to catapult him into his own release.
Mick flopped to the side so as not to collapse upon her. Panting heavily, he nonetheless managed place gentle kisses on her shoulder.
“I need to pee and I can’t walk,” Sonia muttered.
“We both need to bathe,” he added, mentally mustering the strength to physically support Sonia’s exhausted body. He was pretty damned tired and relaxed, too, and it felt absolutely great.
With a grunt, he heaved himself upright and drew Sonia to a sitting position. She groaned and looked down at herself, focusing on her wet, sticky thighs. She’d be changing sheets again.
Leaning against each other, they made it to the bathroom. He gently lowered her to the toilet.
“Can you do this yourself?” he asked, suddenly feeling the urgent pressure of his own bladder.
She nodded and mumbled, which he took as a “yes.” He pressed a kiss the top of her head and pulled out a towel for her. Reaching into the shower, he turned on the spigot.
The bathroom door closed softly behind him. Sonia’s eyes lingered on the door for a long minute until she could recall her scattered wits. Good grief, Mick had fucked her brains out … and she’d enjoyed every second of it.
Sonia giggled and shook her head as she stepped beneath the somewhat too hot spray and adjusted it. Who would have thought the young woman male classmates had called “frigid” would be having wild monkey sex—frequently—and loving it? Of course, no one—least of all she—would have thought she’d marry a bad-boy rock star with reputation of being a male slut.
She squirted some shampoo into her hands and lathered up her hair. Her muscles ached, but it was a good ache. Absently, she wondered how many calories they’d burned in bed and whether it would substitute for her usual morning exercise.
Doubtful.
She rinsed her hair and grabbed the conditioner, massaging the cream in and leaving it to soak in while she scrubbed her body and carefully shaved her legs, underarms, and bikini line. Her thoughts pinged aimlessly from one topic to another. Suddenly realizing she was parched, Sonia opened her mouth beneath the spray and drank.
Her body still felt utterly relaxed and damned near limp as she dried off. Her belly growled, reminding her that it had been a long while since she’d eaten last and those hours had been filled with vigorous activity.
“Eggs,” she said to herself as she wrapped the towel around her wet hair.
Returning to the bedroom, she donned a loose gauze dress with princess seams that made the calf length skirt swirl around her legs and catch the breeze. She combed out her damp hair. Should she style it? She glanced in the mirror and shrugged and decided to pull it back from her face in a barrette and let it air-dry. It wasn’t the most glamorous style, but it was easy and she really didn’t feel energetic enough for anything more complicated.
“Mm, you look fresh and pretty,” Mick complimented when she walked into the kitchen. His long hair was still damp and hung loose around his face. He expertly cracked an egg into the hot skillet and leaned backward a little to avoid being splattered as the egg immediately sizzled.
“You know,” she said in a dry tone, “it’s a lot safer to cook with a shirt on.”
“But then you wouldn’t enjoy the view as much,” he retorted with a knowing smirk. He knew she’d been admiring him.
Sonia smiled back, not denying that she took pleasure in running her eyes over the lean body defined by hard muscle. A light sprinkling of hair converged to a darker line and pointed like an arrow to the treasure hidden beneath worn denim. Her eyes flickered over the unbuttoned waistband and the prominent bulge beneath.
“You keep looking at me like that and it’s not eggs you’ll be getting for breakfast,” he warned.
She sighed and averted her gaze, flushing somewhat. “What can I do to help?” she asked as she pulled a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator.
“Set the table, if you would.”
“Sure.” As she set out plates, napkins, silverware, and glasses, she asked, “What are your plans for today?”
“I’m due at Caesar’s at one,” he answered as the toast popped. Deftly, he retrieved the bread and buttered it. “That doesn’t leave us a lot of time to play.”
Sonia glanced at the wall clock and had to agree. It was nearly noon. They had lingered overlong in bed, but it had felt so damned good. Her body still tingled with remembered pleasure.
“Would you like me to come to both shows?”
Mick raised his eyebrows at the question. He already discerned her distaste for the boisterous and loud crowds and the often sleazy expectations of groupies backstage. Her presence there was intended to support him, ground him, and he appreciated that.
“Why don’t you come to the show tonight and skip the matinee?” he suggested.
She nodded and said, “Don’t forget to pack a bag with an extra change of clothing.”
“Already taken care of,” he assured her. “I’ve also put security on notice about overly friendly fans backstage.”
She nodded with relief. It wasn’t just that barely dressed women pawed and threw themselves at Mick, they often groped her, too. She didn’t consider herself bigoted, but she didn’t bat for the home team and the sexual attention of other women discomfited her. The grabby hands of male fans could be just as troubling.
“What time shall I be there?”
“How about six o’clock? The show begins at seven.”
“Who’s opening for you?”
“An out-of-town group, Left Turn at Albuquerque.”
She tilted her head questioningly and said, “Is that a reference to Loony Toons and Bugs Bunny?”
“I think so. It’s a little awkward, isn’t it?”
“Well, it’s better than some others I’ve heard,” she admitted.
Mick plated the eggs and toast and carried their breakfast to the table. They kept their conversation light as they ate, although the looks exchanged grew heated. Sonia barely kept from squirming in her chair as each hot glance she intercepted sent desire thrumming through her.
Mick crowded her from behind as they set their dirty dishes in the sink. He rested his hands on her hips and growled in her ear, “One quick one before I have to leave you for today.”