Paul's hands found their way beneath my top. Running his fingers over my nipples. "He already bought it."

“Damn.” The kitchen seemed to have gotten hotter. “What

about the new Kindle for your mom?”

After dropping the negligee down my shoulders, Paul was kissing his way down my spine. His breath made me shiver. “She doesn’t use the one we gave her three years ago.”

I was determined to hold out as long as I could, but yelped when I felt him nip at the soft flesh of my ass. “A new fly rod for your dad?”

“He said he’s not buying a license this year.”

The last couple of words were muffled because his mouth had found my slick folds. I spread my legs and surrendered all hope. “Fuck it. We’ll give them all gift cards.” Pushing my pad and pen to the floor, I pressed back against Paul’s face. “That’s it, right there. Oh, yeah.”

“Your pussy is so smooth," He purred. The Brazilian, earlier in the week, was worth the pain as Paul's tongue slowly explored my rapidly swelling folds. His tongue gliding up and down my seam felt so incredible that I crossed my arms on the counter and lowered my head, content to let him lick as long as he wanted.

My husband is an expert at oral pleasure. The way he uses his lips and tongue is magical. There was not a part of my pussy that he did not lick, kiss, and suck. When he was done, juices were running down my thighs. But as good as what he was doing felt, it was just a prelude to what was to come.

His tongue on my tight pucker drew a moan of anticipation. I knew what he was preparing me for. His tongue pressed inward, coating my asshole in saliva. “That's it, baby, give me The Luger.”

I could not see but was sure his chest puffed with pride at my using the name he had given the technique. He claimed to have invented The Luger. For all I know he had; no other man had ever engaged all my pleasure zones in such a way. The name came from the fact that when properly executed, his hand resembled a pistol.

Soft murmurs of encouragement slipped from my lips when two fingers entered my pussy. He moved deeper. A thumb penetrated my asshole with a satisfied grunt. Finally, the knuckles of his last two fingers pressed against my clit and I wiggled my hips, seating everything just right.

At first, he simply slowly rocked his hand, engaging my g-spot and brushing my nub simultaneously. When he began juddering his wrist, sparks flowed from my core. His left hand found a heavy breast. By this point, I was pressing back against him, so he knew I was ready for more. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger, his other hand moving rapidly in and out of my holes, knuckles firmly grazing my clit with each stroke. It did not take long before I was howling in ecstasy. All my sensitive bits, inflamed by his magical touch, I came hard and wet.

I was still panting when Paul withdrew his fingers and spun me around. He palmed my breasts, tweaking their nipples and swallowing my gasps with his kiss. His mouth claimed mine. I arched into him. The need for his touch filled my soul like an insatiable want. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days,” he whispered in my ear.

The overwhelming need to feel his cock inside me pushed all other thought from my mind. I clutched at his hair with another moan. Paul shifted; the broad head of his cock pressed against my belly. The warmth of his breath on my neck, his arms encircled me. Fingers tightly gripping my ass, he lifted me against the counter. I wrapped my legs around his back. Relaxing his arms, so my hips dropped closer to his. Reaching between us, I guided his thick shaft to my needy cunt.

The granite of the countertop, cold and hard against my back, I saw Paul looking down. Together, we watched as he slowly slid in and out, my lips expanding and contracting around his cock. Swollen clit in silhouette, like a switch begging to be flipped.

“So wet.” He groaned and thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. It had been so long, too long. We had a lot of lost time to make up for.

I put a hand behind me and leaned back on the counter. At that angle, his cock perfectly grazed my g-spot. Warmth was already spreading through my body. I looked him in the eyes and brought a hand to my breast, pinching the nipple between my polished nails. I squeezed my walls tight around his cock.

"God, I love when you do that,” he growled. His finger flicked my clit before moving in slow circles.

“And I love when you do that,” I moaned. He moved his finger more rapidly around the swollen nub. His quick strokes against my g-spot felt better than the best vibrator I owned. I pinched my nipple hard and bore down. All the while, Paul frantically rubbed at my engorged bud.

“I need you to fuck me rough and hard.” Without a word, he slammed into me, hard. I dug my nails into his back, clinging to him as he pounded my pussy. “God, I need this. Fuck me hard Paul.”

Our passion burned hot; the sex was hard, fast, and rough. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of us chasing that peak of ecstasy we had been denied for far too long. Our moans, so loud, we did not hear, when the force of his thrusts caused a cup to fall from the island and shatter.

I could feel my orgasm working its way to the surface. My legs tightened around Paul, wanting to feel him deep in my cunt when I came. Hips rocking, I dug my fingers into his shoulders. I felt him swell. “Come for me, baby,” I encouraged. He spasmed. Every thread of his warmth hitting the back of my pussy pushed me closer until screams of joy filled the kitchen.

My head rested on Paul's heaving chest as we fought to catch our breath. "God, we needed that.”

“And we have the entire weekend ahead of us,” he reminded me.