I was naked and spread eagle when Keyth returned. The lights were on and he focused on my crotch. Using a fork, he ate a few pineapple chunks, then took a sip of the juice as he chewed. I could hear him smacking, He walked over to the bed and looked down at me. I smiled.
I said, “Be creative with the juice since you like it so much.”
He grinned and sat beside me. Then he put the bowl directly over my erect nipples and let the sweet juice drip on them. I sucked air between my teeth when I felt the cold beverage run from my breasts to my stomach.
“Cold, huh?” Keyth said.
“Uh-huh.”
With his moist warm tongue, he lapped at my breasts. The sensation made me shiver. I felt my desire for sex increase significantly. I wanted a quickie. I wanted to do the nasty badly. I wanted to do some reckless, old-fashioned thrusting with my husband. Keyth liked to build on the foreplay. Don’t get me wrong, I love foreplay, but at that moment, I didn’t need it. I needed immediate penetration.
I pulled Keyth onto the bed and almost yanked down his drawers. His erection stood tall and proud. Normally I would have had to ease down so as not to hurt myself. But not then. I just plopped down on his pole, taking all of him. The fit was snug, like it was made specifically for me. I felt Keyth starting to move with me, but I didn’t want that. It was messing up my rhythm.
I said, “Don’t move. Just relax. Let me do this.”
Keyth put his hands behind his head and watched me pleasure myself. I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t thinking about him at all. This was for me. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I felt my orgasm building like a campfire, which was threatening to become a four-alarm fire. I moaned and squeezed my nipples, completely oblivious to everything in the room, including my husband. It was just me, his hardness, and my sensitive nipples.
I felt my orgasm release, but it was just a small one, nothing like the one I was going to have. This one was only the prelude to the eruption that was to come. After the initial orgasm, my furious gallop increased in speed and ferocity. I could hear my moans growing in magnitude, in volume, in intensity.
“Savannah gon’ wake up, baby,” Keyth warned.
I didn’t care if I woke up the dead. I was about to explode and that’s all that mattered at that point. If we got caught making love by our daughter, we would just have to explain that this was what married adults did and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
I shuddered a little when my orgasm began. Then, as it released itself fully and completely, I screamed like a woman in an Alfred Hitchcock film. My legs felt so weak that it was all I could do to roll off my husband. I was through, but Keyth wasn’t. He needed to be taken care of now, but I wasn’t in any condition to help him out. He would have to get it on his own. I was done. Finished. Through.
Keyth climbed on top of me, put my limber legs on his shoulders and thrust himself inside me as if he were drilling for oil. Soon, I felt my orgasm building again, which I knew wouldn’t take nearly as long as the first. I began moving with my husband. We were one, pulling back, and then thrusting at the exact same time. He was moaning. I was moaning. It was absolutely incredible. I could feel sweat pouring off Keyth’s back. It was that intense. And then I came again—powerfully—so did my husband. After we caught our collective breaths, we laughed loudly.