EroticReverie

Peyton 

I wanted my husband back. More than anything. Yet even though therapy has helped , I still can’t trust that he won’t break my heart a second time. Is it a good decision to have asked him to lay with me, was it a good decision to wear a flimsy white nightgown , knowing what it did to him? Was it a good decision to tell him that I want this? I wasn’t sure. Probably not. But nobody makes me feel the way he does. Nobody could hurt me the way he did. Because I could never love anyone the way I love him. They wouldn’t have the power to hurt me the way he did. Because I wouldn’t care. At least not as much as I did when he’d cheated on me. No. It’s not a good decision. He still had a lot of proving himself to me, a lot of groveling and apologizing to do. He still had to fix the trust he broke. But even still. I can’t say no. Because I need him. I miss him. Miss what we were , I miss the feeling that’s currently overwhelming every part of my senses. I miss feeling this desire and passion that only he can stir within me. 

“I want this.” I exhale and Jackson’s face softens and he dips down and his mouth lands on mine and my hands immediately find their place in his hair my legs lift and wrap around him and I cry loudly into his mouth as his thrust  lands hard , his cock filling me. Even that one thrust is better than any of the sex I’ve had with other men since divorcing Jackson. My body knows him, craves him, only wants him. 

He groans deeply and our mouths are panting and my hands clench as he draws back and slams into me. It’s hard , and deep and my pussy clenches around his cock as I pant his name on his mouth. My head going back as he dips his mouth to my neck and bites hard making me hiss and groan.  

“Fuck” I cry , his teeth pinching my skin as he growls. Nothing felt better than this. Nothing felt better than Jackson ontop of me. 

“I’ve missed you so fucking much Little Devil, Jesus Christ, I’ve missed you baby” he groans on my neck and kisses the spot he bit and then bites it again and sinks into me deeper. Harder.  My hands go from his hair , down his neck and over his chest. My hands slide to his back and my nails dig into his skin. I dig them in as hard as I fucking can. Feeling the skin breaking and hearing him growl right near my ear. 

“You’ve missed me too, haven’t you Peyton?” He growls. My nails drag down is back in response to his rough voice in my ear and I cry out as he goes faster. Fucking me harder. My bed shaking and the mattress squeaking.

“Yes” I cry , because there was no point in lying. He knows I’ve missed him. He saw my wedding ring on the night stand, he can feel it now, the way my body responds to him. Feels it in the way my fingernails are ripping up his back. 

My legs tighten and my nails dig into lower back as I thrust myself up into him. My body desperately trying to fuck him back even harder. 

“That’s it little devil, fuck your husbands cock” he groans and I growl and lift my head and my teeth sink into his shoulder biting down hard. He grunts and thrusts violently into me. My teeth slipping and I bite him again and he groans. 

“I haven’t touched a single fucking woman since you left Peyton, this cock is yours baby” he groans and I clench harder around him and push at him and he rolls onto his back putting me on top , his hands on my hips as I ride him. I can’t get enough. I can’t go fast enough. My body wants him so fucking bad. And even having him inside of me. It’s not enough. It’s never been enough with this man. 

His hands slide up my sides. The silk nightgown slipping up along with them and he pushes it up further and my hands grab the fabric and I rip it off and toss it. 

“God fucking damnit Peyton” he groans and then grabs me and pulls me to his chest , holding me tight to him as he thrusts up into me. Our mouths knocking against each others as we kiss while he fucks me hard and rough and slams his hips up into me with every thrust. His one hand going to my ass, grabbing it hard. And I just lay on his chest. My pussy is so fucking wet, as if it’s fucking weeping with relief. I can feel my body questioning my why I’ve denied it this feeling for so long. 

“Harder” I whine. “Fuck me harder baby” I beg and he grunts and then throws me off him and my hair flies and my body bounces as he moves and gets behind me. My pussy aching and pissed off that he’s not inside of me. 

“Fuck me, fuck me” I whine as he gets himself behind me and his cock pushes against my cunt and his hands grab hard at my hips and he pulls me back hard as his thrust makes his hands have to work harder to hold me in me place. My body jerked hard as I scream. 

“They fuck you this good baby? Huh?” He growls. 

“Those men fuck my fucking wife like I can?” He growls. And I shake my head against my sheets. My nails digging into the bed and I clutch at the fabric , my fists pushing into the bed trying to brace myself slightly. Throwing myself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts. 

“You’re my fucking wife Peyton, whether it’s on paper or not, whether you wear my fucking ring or not, you’re MY fucking wife little devil, and you’re done trying to forget me baby, you’re fucking done, you understand?” 

I nod and he slaps my ass hard making me yelp and he groans and his hand grabs my hair and pulls it back hard , my hands pushing into the bed as I lift my head up. My ass bouncing off his hips, my tits bouncing on my chest and every fucking limb I have is shaking as Jackson pounds into me from behind. 

“Say it, say you’re my fucking wife Peyton” he growls and I can barely fucking breathe let alone form words. 

“I’m…your..wife” I cry out each word and he groans and pulls my hair harder and then smacks my ass. 

“Keep fuckin saying it baby, till you fucking cum on your husbands cock” he growls and I feel my orgasm right there. 

“I’m your wife!” I scream so loud my voice cracks and his hand slaps my ass again even harder , making my orgasm demand release. 

“I’m your-“ my words cut off with a scream as I cum. My eyes rolling hard and my lashes fluttering and I feel my body give thanks to me for the feeling that I’ve deprived it of. Because orgasms with him, we’re better than the ones I’ve given myself. Better than the few I’ve had with other men. Nobody makes my body surrender like Jackson does. 

“You’re my fucking what?” He growls as I cum and spanks me again. “SAY IT” he yells and yanks my hair and I groan. My pussy pulsing around his cock as I keep cumming on his cock. His thrusts not relenting. 

“W-wife” my voice cracks and tears roll down my cheeks. He groans and grabs my hips and slams hard into me and I collapse onto the bed , face down, ass up. 

“Are you crying?” He asks. Slowing. And I nod. 

“Good or bad?” He pants and stops entirely and leans down and kiss the side of my face , over the bruise on my cheek. 

“I don’t know” I whimper and he kisses me softly. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispers and kisses me again and again over the bruise on my cheek. 

“I don’t know” I say through my tears. I was overwhelmed. Did I want him to stop? No. But did I need him to? Yes. Because an explosion of emotions are occurring inside of me and I’m not sure I can handle them all at once. 

I feel him gently slide out of me, he drops softly to my side and pulls me into him. Laying on our sides. He cradles me. My legs tangle with his as I wrap my arm around him and bury my face into his chest. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asks softly and strokes my  hair. I shake my head. 

“Are you upset because you let me make love to you?” He asks and I shake my head and almost laugh. Other people might not consider the way Jackson and I have sex as making love. But it was. Everytime.  No matter if it was gentle or rough. Everytime I was with him was us making love. Even our makeup sex where it looked and felt like a hate fuck. Even those times we were making love. Because we loved each other hard. Wildly. We were crazy for each other and still are and maybe I’m overwhelmed because a part of me believed there was no possible way it could still feel that way. 

“Talk to me little devil, tell me what you need from me right now, whatever you need baby” he whispers and I just lay there in his arms. 

“Just hold me for a little while” I say sniffling. His arms wrap tighter around me and I close my eyes. 

“Okay baby” he says soft quietly. “Okay”