*This is a Chris Jackson fanfiction. All events of this story are fictional and for entertainment only. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. This content is intended for mature audiences only.*
I kicked off my shoes as Dua and I returned home the morning after our heated romp with Gracie Abrams. The first thing I noticed was that it was quiet. Dua taking off her coat was the only sound in our large house.
No Delilah. No Rina. Just silence. Just Dua and me. It felt… good. I let out a contended little sigh.
“Bebe, are you okay?” My wife asked, putting her hands on my shoulders. She must have taken my sigh as one of forelornment.
I felt her breath on my neck, then her lips on the sensitive skin just behind my ear. The sound of her heels clicking back down on the floor sounded like cannon fire in the mausoleum of a foyer.
“Yeah.” I took my jacket off and hung it on the wall-mounted coat rack. “It’s just… quiet. I need to get used to it again.”
Dua hummed. “It has been a while since it was just us.”
I turned to Dua and saw those deep brown eyes on me. She was searching, making sure I was okay. She took my hand and kissed it. “Do you need to talk about anything?”
There was a deep pout pulling down on her supple lips. I couldn’t tell if it was because she was tracking my morose mood, or because she felt her own as well. She was closer with Rina than I was, of course.
“Forget about me.” I shook my head softly. “Are you okay? Rina’s found a new guy, and she found a new place.”
The younger Lipa had shot us a voice message this morning telling us that Jeremy’s brother had a place available. It was a nice flat close to one of Rina’s favorite studios to model for, too.
“I’m great.” The smile on Dua’s face didn’t match her glassy eyes. “I really think this is the best headspace I’ve seen my little motra in in a long time.” Her voice really did sound relieved, but her eyes held a palpable sadness.
“But you’re going to miss her.”
Dua nodded, and a thin tear escaped the corner of her eye. “Yeah,” she confirmed. “You know how close we are. My little sister is moving out. I’m so happy for her, but I don’t get to see her every day.”
I nodded, having known that’s how this would be for her. I held out my arms, and she glided right into them, wrapping her own around me. Her face pressed into my shirt, and I rested my chin on the top of her hair.
“I know I’ll still see her. Nothing could keep us apart. Whoever dies first is going to haunt the other until we’re both dead.” She giggled at herself. I followed her with a chuckle of my own.
“What happens if I die before you?” I asked. It was a morbid question, but if anyone could find a way to joke about their spouse dying, it was us.
“Oh bebe, you should already know that I’m going to haunt you, of course. You’ll get a ghost blowjob every night.” She giggled and tilted her head towards me. Those beautiful fucking eyes of hers were shining with her laughter.
I lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers. I need this woman as much as I need air. Breathing is important, but damn, so is having her lips on mine.
When we broke the kiss, the tear was gone from her cheek and her eyes sparkled.
“I love you. You know that?” Dua asked. She took my hand in hers and raised it, threading our fingers together. “It’ll take me a bit to get used to Rina not being here, but I promise I’m okay.”
I kissed our conjoined hands and looked around. “Do you want to spend a day out? Just the two of us?”
Dua’s eyes lit up again. “What do you have in mind, dashuria ime[my love]?”
“It’s been a while since we just did little couple stuff. We could go for a walk. See a movie. Have a romantic dinner for ourselves. We could go out somewhere, get food delivered, cook together.” I shrugged. “Whatever sounds good, I want to do with you.”
Dua pouted adorably, sticking out that bottom lip. She was so fucking cute when she used facial expressions to tell me I plucked her heart strings. Made her squishy, as she calls it. “That sounds like a fantastic day, Fynn.”
She snuggled close, burying her beautiful face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. “I can still smell Gracie on you, bebe. Gracie smells good.” Dua got onto her tiptoes and licked the shell of my ear. “But I’m the only woman I want you smelling of for a while.”
A low, possessive growl rumbled out of my chest like a crocodile. “Want to take a morning shower with me? Just the two of us?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Gracie’s scent won’t get rid of itself.” I added teasingly.
Dua purred at the idea and led me up the stairs, my hand still in hers. “Want to shower in the bathroom attached to what was Rina’s room?” She asked mischievously. It was still technically Rina’s room until she told us she was completely moved out, but she’d be staying her first night in her flat.
“Hell yes,” I accepted easily. “I think Rina would be insulted if we didn’t.”
The moment we were in Rina’s room, the door still open, Dua was all over me. My shirt went first, and then my pants were around my ankles.
“Leave the clothes on the floor for Rina to see when she comes back to pack.” The proud smirk on Dua’s face said everything her words didn’t. She absolutely wanted there to be no doubt for Rina that we fucked in her room, in her bathroom.
She’d know we did it in the bathroom too, because that’s where I planned to strip Dua. But right now, my stunning, £100M wife was on her knees. Her eyes held onto mine as she pulled the front of my black briefs down.
“Mmm. Look at this.” She purred. “Half-hard. Just where I like to start.”
I knew my wife extremely well. My head fell back before she could start.
Just as I was able to predict from her words, I felt her hot breath on my cock. It sent a jolt right up my spine, and she giggled triumphantly.
“So good for me. So responsive.” Then she let me feel her lips encase my growing, still-hardening dick.
My surging-to-life cock tapped the back of her spongey throat, and she started to move.
In and out slowly. She must of felt every bit of my shaft, the head, on her tongue. Because I felt every bit of her under it as she slid back and forth.
Dua purred as I expanded and filled her talented mouth. If her eyes weren’t on mine, they were closed in bliss as she made love to my cock.
Whenever she’d stop to breathe in through her nose, I would move. Just as slowly as she had.
The entire time she was on her knees for me, she or I moved. There was a constant push and pull, a suck and release. The slide of cock and tongue didn’t cease until I pulled back.
My cock head was swollen, sensitive, a mix of red and purple from the slow and sensual work Dua and I did together.
Dua gracefully rose to her feet like the dancer she was. Her thumb gathered a mix of spit and stringy precum from the corner of her mouth. She sucked it off her thumb with a happy hum.
“You even taste better when I know you’re all mine.”
A hybrid of pleased laughter and possessive growling leeched out of me. I took Dua by the hand again and led her into the conjoined bathroom.
With her back still turned to me, I yanked her leggings down. Her panties went with them. I pulled her flush against me so she could feel my hard cock against her.
Dua sighed and reached behind both of us. She pressed on my smaller back like she couldn’t get us close enough together.
She peeled her own top off as I framed her delectable pussy with my hands. Her bra hit the floor, and she played with her own soft breasts as I massaged her puffy vulva.
“Mmm. You’re taking your time with me so nicely.” Dua’s compliment was a breathy whisper that was almost swallowed up by the stately bathroom. “It reminds me of how you touched me in the bath tub the night before this all started.”
I hummed contentedly as I carefully pinched her pussy lips together and slowly ran my fingers down her. She let out a delicious little hiss as I did it again. My exquisite wife was getting good and wet for me.
“The night you came back from your tour; I remember it very well.” I sacrificed one hand to brush her long, raven-black hair over her shoulder. I trailed soft kisses up and down the neck I just exposed. “It had been too damn long since I saw you. Since I touched you. Calls and videos aren’t always enough. I don’t want to control you. It’s just an obsession problem. A needing you problem.”
Dua turned her face to the side, giving me more of her neck. She reached behind herself and found my cock. With a skilled, light touch, she ran just her nails up the length.
I would have worried about scratches or cuts had it been anyone else. But Dua knew exactly what she was doing.
I let out a hiss when her nails turned to the soft pad of her fingers as she rounded to the head. “The other girls were fun, but nobody else could break me apart like this.”
Dua shivered when my whispers ghosted her ear. “I know what you mean. Delilah, Rina, Gracie; they were all fun, but my body still belongs to you. And I know what you mean about videos and pics. They’re never the same as hearing your voice in my ear. They can’t make up for the lack of waking up with your hand on my hip. It sucks. But I feel so fucking good when I land at the airport, and I know you’re there to take me home. To fuck me and make love to me like no one else on this earth can.”
I hooked my finger under Dua’s chin and turned her back to face me. Our lips met in a slow but hot, needy kiss. Our tongues came out to waltz at the same time. My fingers finally slipped past her wet lips and I found her entrance.
She was soaked and so damn ready for me. I swallowed her breathy moan as I pushed a finger into her. Her heat tightened around me, and she moaned against my lips.
“Fynn, fuck me slowly. I want to take our time. I want to feel every bit of my husband.” Her hand was in the back of my short hair, nails scratching my scalp. Dua’s other hand was still wrapped around my cock, pumping me languidly.
“Do you still want to take that shower, or do you want me to take you right here?” I waited for her answer with my finger still moving inside of her, my other hand lightly squeezing her throat.
“Fuck me in the shower. Duh.”
I could feel her eye rolling, though I couldn’t see it. Even in a moment like this, her wit couldn’t be subdued. And I’d never want it to be. I need every part of her, attitude included.
Dua pushed my wrist and I slid my finger out of her. She turned in my arms and lifted my hand up. Our eyes were locked as she brought my finger to her mouth and sucked her digit clean.
“Get the water just how we like it and then fuck me against the shower wall.” The deep purr in her voice was impossible to say no to. Not that I would have.
I kissed her three times on the lips and then set to the task of getting the water perfect. Dua knew how she liked the water, but she always insisted I got it perfect, and quicker than she did.
She had me smirking, because the second I bent over to adjust the water, she pressed her athletic body on mine. Dua kissed my back and the ridges of my spine. She reached between my legs to gently fondle my balls.
“Can’t wait until you’re unloading these into my cunt. Or my mouth. Where ever you choose. But I get all of it.”
The chuff that came out of me was all the answer she needed. She reached around and started stroking my dick. Both of her hands were on my package. I wasn’t in a rush to get the water right, and she giggled. It was clear that I wasn’t that hard at work. I was just plain hard.
Dua started jerking me quicker, squeezing my balls just a little tighter.
“Okay, okay! It’s ready!” I chuckled and stood up, her hands falling from me. “So bossy.” I laughed.
She kissed between my shoulder blades and stepped into the shower.
I stood there and watched, my cock hard and twitching. My wife was so fucking beautiful. Long haired and bronze-skinned, athletic, muscled and curved. I couldn’t help but stroke myself as I watched the steam cloud around her, the rivulets of water running down her perfect form like a million hot fingers.
She twisted at the hip, looking at me. A little smirk tugged at her lips. “What?” She asked with an innocent laugh.
“You’re perfect. And so fucking mine.” I stepped into the shower box and closed the glass door behind me. Her hands were on the back of my head for a split-second before I had her against the tiles like she asked.
We kissed madly, teeth clicking and tongues tracing each other’s lips. At no point had we really been away from each other during our social experiment. We hadn’t been with anyone without the other present or involved at some level.
But having just the two of us again, no audience, not thinking about sharing or making sure no one was left out… felt freeing. It felt so fucking good to have my eyes on only Dua. To have Dua’s eyes on me alone.
Her whole body was mine. Mine to touch, kiss, lick and worship as I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about where someone else’s hands or mouth were. She was my playground. My altar.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her leg and picked it up. Without further prompting, Dua wrapped it around my hip.
She was just as eager to have me inside of her as I was. It was her hand on my length, nuzzling the tip between her sex. “Fuck me, bebe. Don’t pull out. Don’t let someone else suck my taste off you. Don’t let someone else lick my pussy before you stuff it again.”
I pushed in, filling my wife’s cunt in one hard thrust. Her mouth fell open, and the most beautiful gasp tumbled out. “God! Yes!” She moaned as I held the small of her back with one hand, and her throat with the other.
“This is my pussy, baby. This is your cock. The others were fun.” I let out a growl and bit her shoulder. “But you’re mine. I’m done sharing.”
“I’m yours.” She parroted my words as she reached over her head and braced her hands against the walls. It held her up and let her push into my thrusts. “God, you fuck me so good, Fynn. Keep going! Make me come on your cock in Rina’s shower.”
I chuckled and squeezed my hand a little tighter around her slender throat as I remembered where we were. My thrusts deepened but slowed. I wanted her to enjoy this, but I also didn’t want to cum too fast. I wanted to enjoy where we were.
“Fuck! You’re so deep! Oh! My God!” Dua matched the thrusts of her hips to mine. Her elbows locked as she used the leverage to press her mound into my pubis. “Slow and deep like that! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me!”
I let go of Dua’s neck and held her up in both hands. I pulled her down onto my cock at the same time that I raised up on my toes.
The new angle and depth had her gasping, dark eyes rolling back into her head.
“Oh! Oh! Fuck!” Both of her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass. “God! Yes! Fuck!”
I groaned, and I could feel my balls tightening. Their swing lessened as I ran out of time. “Dua, I’m going to cum soon, okay?”
She nodded and pressed her forehead to mine. “Do it. Fill me up. Give me all of that cum and then watch as it runs out of me. Watch me scoop it up with my fingers and lick it off. All for me.”
I bit down onto her shoulder, and in three more hard thrusts, I released. The final swell, the sharp inhale followed by a guttural, deep rumble.
Dua gasped, shuddered in my arms, against the wall, and squeezed her silky depths around me. My wife was milking my cock, squeezing and releasing me. It was like she was trying to pull my load up into herself.
“That feels so good. Keep doing that,” I requested as I kept pushing into her. I wanted to keep feeding her more without pulling out at all.
She was grinding her clit on the base of my cock, making the prettiest little coos and sighs as I got all of my orgasm out.
When I was done, I patted her back to let her know I was going to pull out.
Dua put her feet back on the ground, and I bent at the knees so she could stand on her own. She put her hands on my arms, and with my cock still lodged inside of her, she turned us, so her back was taking all the spray. With a nod of her head, she let me know I could slide out.
Her hands were on my shoulders, ready to steady herself. Slowly, I withdrew myself from her heat, and I missed it instantly. “Shit.” I mumbled, watching every creamy inch of me re-emerge from her convulsing body. “That was….”
“One of the best times we’ve ever had?” Dua asked with a giggle. Her eyes were downcast. Not on the floor of the shower, but where I had just been. And then her hand was down there, running up the inside of her thigh.
I watched her catch a running stream of white and then bring it to her lips. Her pink tongue darted out and ran along the length of her finger. It curled and retreated into her mouth. The hum she released when she swallowed was enough to get me hard again.
“I love your taste so much. It tastes like my husband. Tastes like I don’t want to share you anymore, either.” The warm smile on her face, the love in her eyes, said as much as that heated fuck had.
It was a little chilly for a walk, but we had discussed making it part of our “Reconnection Date.” The sky was grey but there was no wind as we walked hand-in-hand through Regent’s Park and Primrose Hill.
We walked through the muted gardens, but they were still better than walking through the cramped and crowded downtown of Camden.
“I know it’s only nine degrees (Celsius), but this is still pretty pleasant.” The smile on Dua’s face met her eyes, and her tone was sincere.
It was a gorgeous January day, all things considered. And I think our moods were inflated by just how closely we were pressed into each other.
Anybody walking by would see Dua Lipa in a stylish, Balenciaga leather jacket, cuddled up next to a tall dude in a sweater and black peacoat. They’d also see a happily married couple absolutely wrapped up in each other. Glowingtogether.
We found a perfect place to set our fleece blanket when we came to the top of Primrose Hill. We’d seen the city before from this view, but we still weren’t tired of it yet.
I set out the blanket while Dua waved to someone who recognized her. Luckily, we were largely left alone. Yes, she was incredibly famous, but she was clearly with someone (me) and just trying to enjoy a day out.
She sat on the blanket next to me and kissed my cheek. Dua Lipa never shies away from showing me affection, and it makes me preen every time. She’s a big fucking mega star, but she’s never been ashamed of who she’s married to. She’s never been afraid of bringing me to her premiers.
It’s funny, really. That I’m just Fynn with a cubicle and a Volkswagen like so many other people. But the guys at the office also know who I bump elbows with sometimes. Stars and names they only see on magazines and websites.
“Bebe,” Dua said, bringing me back to the present.
I shook my head and met her eyes. “Yes, lovely?”
A smile crept onto her face, but I could see the wariness behind it. She’s so damn good at knowing when I’m distracted. “Are you okay?” Dua took my hand and held it so gingerly, like I might break.
“Yeah, I’m good.” It was the truth. I was doing great. “I was just thinking. I’m just so fucking lucky to have you. There are so many people in the world that would fall at your feet. You chose to be on your knees in front of me today.”
I licked my lips and continued. “I’ve never forgotten that you’re Dua Lipa, and I’m Fynn. We’ve talked about this before. I know. But that doesn’t mean I ever stop being thankful for having you.”
Dua smiled and I saw her eyes get a little glassy. “Bebe.” She whispered and cupped my chin. “I am so thankful for you, too. Ti je zemra ime [you are my heart].”
Despite us being far from the only people on Primrose Hill, she leaned into me and pressed her lips to mine. There were a few candid photos of us having a married moment like this on the web. I didn’t care. What were the guys at work going to do? Mock me for being happily married to a multi-millionaire pop icon?
We drifted apart from the kiss, both smiling. Her cheeks were adorably flushed by the slight cool of the day, but also from the public kiss. It was a far cry from the stuff we’d been up to lately, but it warmed my heart that we could still giggle from a kiss like we were in primary school.
“We probably should talk, though.”
Dua’s eyes widened at my cryptic words, and then mine matched hers. That’s a terrible way to start a fresh conversation. Especially after my wife just checked in to make sure I was fine.
“It’s okay. We’re okay,” I assured her. “I think. It’s just… an after-action report, I guess. After the crazy stuff we did with Delilah, Rina, and Gracie. I just want to make sure we are fine, that we got all we needed from it. I want us to be on the same page. Make sure neither of us are harboring anything or having resentments.”
Dua nodded, and her white veneers raked across her bottom lip. “You’re right. That was a crazy little period there. I know we’re fine, because if we weren’t, one of us would have said something in the midst of it. Right?”
“Right,” I confirmed. “I confided everything between sessions. It was fun, but at no point did I lose track of the fact that you’re my wife. You’re who I want more than anyone else. They were fun. Playing with two women was great. But I would never choose any of them, anyone else, over you.”
Dua’s smile grew a little bigger, and her eyes got that watery shine again. “That’s how I feel, too. Experimenting, playing around; it was a fantasy. A fun thing to try. But you’re the only person I need to wake up next to. You’re the human I want to come home to every night. You’re the person I need to be wrapped around when I fall asleep and wake up with.”
She cupped my face in her hands and kissed my forehead tenderly. “What we had with them was sex. But when you fuck me, no matter how hard or how soft, that is making love. The two are vastly different to me.”
I turned my head, nuzzling my cheek into her hand like a big cat. “What say we head home and make love again? Just the two of us. As soft or as rough as you’d like. In our bed.”
My wife smiled and kissed my lips that time. “I say ‘take me home,’ loving and sexy husband of mine.”
“I will never take how lucky I am for granted. It was my wedding vow, and I still hold it.”
The front door closed behind us, and I was already reaching around Dua to unzip her leather jacket.
She quickly pulled her arms from it and let it drop to the floor. Her nimble fingers went to the top button of her black, sleeveless blouse with white polka dots. But I had other plans for it.
I grabbed the center of her shirt and pulled it apart, the little pearl buttons shooting everywhere.
The gasp that fell from her lips at my sudden roughness was everything. It made my cock twitch and a growl come from me.
I kept that ball rolling, pulling the cups of her black lace demi bra down so I could pinch her hardening nipples.
“I’m not sure where this bodice ripper attitude of yours is coming from,” she said as her hands covered mine. “But I love it. I love a feral man who can’t stand the idea of my clothes being in the way of what’s his.”
I bit my teeth into her neck and mauled her tits in my hand, letting her know that she was, and is, mine. Every rush of breath in and out of her lungs made me even hungrier for her.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs like it was our wedding night.
And just like on our wedding night, she nestled her head into my chest, played with the hair at the nape of my neck, and peppered little kisses all over me.
Our bedroom door was open, so before she knew it, she was sailing through the air with a little squeal of laughter.
Dua hit the bed with a bounce but recovered like the professional dancer and sex kitten she is. She was so fucking tempting, laying with her head on a pillow, midnight-black hair hallowed around her, shirt torn open and bra still haphazardly on.
“Come finish what you started, darling. All of me is for you.” The purr in her voice, her hands running up her ribs to caress her breasts, were enough to make me nearly tear my own pants off.
I was just able to keep myself in check enough to quickly shed my sweater and pants before I was on the bed, kissing my way up her exquisite body.
The moment I reached her lips, we were connected. My lips and hers. Nobody else either of us had to worry about kissing. Nobody we had to worry about leaving out or entertaining. Just. Us.
My need to pleasure, to love just her, drove me to a new level of hunger and possession.
I braced myself on my knees and reached between our bodies. I grabbed her leggings and tore those open as well with a most satisfying ripping sound. Tearing the clothes off of my wife in a lustful fury may be my favorite thing.
Dua whimpered into my mouth and sucked hard on my tongue, making me think it was one of hers, too.
I pressed the heel of my hand to the black satin of her panties. There was a clear wet spot, and I smiled proudly. I liked these panties, and I knew she did too. These would only be pulled to the side.
The gusset moved over easily with an urging of my fingers, exposing her wet and succulent pussy to me.
I broke our kiss and leaned back. I needed to see her face. Needed to hear her sharp moan as I pushed my fingers into her.
Dua snapped her dark eyes open and watched me. She bit her plump, plum-colored lip, and nodded. Of course, she knew exactly what I wanted to do. She wanted me to use my thick fingers to fuck her to an orgasm.
I slid my fingers inside her, and I got that almost pained gasp I desired. She gave me another one just like it when I captured a brown nipple between my teeth.
“God, Fynn! You make my whole body burn!” She was panting, writhing under me as I worked her g-spot and orally worshipped her tits. “This is your body,” she told me.
“I know it is. And I love it. Your orgasms are mine, and I love letting you have them.” I bit the soft swell of her left breast, and then the right. She moaned so beautifully each time it made me ache.
I needed to be inside of her, but I wanted her to come around my fingers first. I wouldn’t be happy until I gave her at least one orgasm before I plunged inside her properly.
Dua wrapped her arms around my neck and bucked. She was so stunningly mine; crying out my name as she rode my fingers.
Her eyes burst open, and I could almost see the collidescope of colors bursting behind them. I wondered if it was the same color explosion behind my eyes when she made me cum.
Dua didn’t have to tell me she was coming. I knew. The way her hungry, dripping pussy squeezed and hugged my fingers told me all I needed to know. The far-away look in her eyes told me everything.
I slowly withdrew my fingers. A cocky laugh came from me when I held my fingers up and I saw the creamy mess on them.
My stunning, ridiculously sexy wife licked her lips and watched as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her gift off of them. I moaned and closed my eyes as my tongue dipped between my fingers. I wanted to get all of her taste off my fingers, and I wanted her to see me do it. To see I didn’t let any of her go to waste.
“Fuck me, Fynn. Please!” Dua pulled me down on top of her, kissing me with a burning need that I happily returned. She let go of my neck and reached between us, pulling my briefs down to let my hard cock out.
Her hand stroked me three times, and then she was guiding it to her entrance.
“You’re in such a hurry.” I teased her with a deep, heady chuckle. “I love hearing my wife begging me to take her.”
“You’re the only one I’ll ever beg for. Now please put your thick, wonderfully curved cock inside me. I need it.”
I couldn’t deny her any longer. My cock needed her as much as she needed it. She nuzzled it between her slick, warm lips. My precum mingled with her slick, and then she was pushing her hips, taking me on her own. All for herself.
I held myself up on my elbows and looked down at her in awe as she took what she wanted.
She raised and lowered her hips, fucking herself on my cock, and moaned unapologetically as she did. It felt phenomenal for me, and I loved that she knew she could use me for her pleasure.
I shifted my hands to her shoulders and pressed her into the soft, memory foam mattress. “I’m going to use every bit of my self-control to not fuck you right through this mattress.”
Dua giggled and put her hands on my hips, her thumbs just brushing the swells of my ass. “Let’s see how long you last. Because I don’t remember if you were supposed to be gentle in the shower this morning. You kind of fucked my brains out.”
I started out slow, like we talked about. Every movement of my hips let me feel Dua around me so fully. I don’t know if it’s objective truth or the bias of a husband for his wife, but I swear she’s easily the best I’ve ever had. We’ve hadplenty of practice together, and every time feels better.
When I tried to pull out, I felt Dua restrict her velvet walls around me. “Just stay in me for a while. Grind on me.” Her request, her command I was ready to fill, was a whisper against my ear.
I nodded, my nose brushing her warm neck. I kept pushing in slowly but not drawing my hips back. Every nudge of my hips had me brushing against her clit. She was so fucking pretty; her face red with need and her mouth slack as she tried to keep breathing through the pleasure. I loved it when she told me what she needed.
Sex with Dua is always perfect for the both of us. Neither of us are afraid to tell the other what we need. It’s a mutual exchange, and we both want the other to feel as good as possible. Why wouldn’t we? There are no people on this earth we love more than each other. There is no one else I want to see more overcome with bliss than my Dua Lipa.
With a few more bumps and grinds of my hips, Dua was swearing in Albanian. I had gotten pretty good Albanian, but this was faster than usual, and under her breath. It was still hot as fuck. I could make my wife feel so good that her brain didn’t even know which language to use.
Her words stopped all together and were replaced with deep, clawing breaths. Her cunt was squeezing me so hard I had to pull out because it was starting to hurt.
I pulled back and sat on my knees. I could see her pretty, used pussy convulsing and twitching from what we had done.
There was a trickling stream of arousal pouring from her entrance, and a creamy build-up around her clit. I couldn’t just watch it run onto the duvet, so I dove in.
My tongue was all over the junction of her thighs, her wet vulva, and her soaked lips. Even as she kept coming, I plunged my tongue inside her weeping chasm, sucked her labia into my mouth, and blew cold air onto her clit.
She was cursing me, flipping back and forth between Albanian and calling me dirty names in her polished English for how overstimulated I was making her.
With Dua’s hands trying to push my head away, I used my mouth to bring her to another orgasm. I sat back again, a wicked smirk on my face as I wiped her juice from it. “God, that’s so much fun.”
“Qifsh në djall!” [Fuck you!] Dua hissed and threw a pillow at my head. She covered her face in her hands and breathed deeply. Her thighs were visibly quivering, and she was sucking in deep breaths through puckered lips.
It wasn’t very often I gave Dua forced orgasms, but she was such a pretty, ruined thing when I did. This time, though, I let her recover. I massaged her thighs and kissed her knees and feet as she came back down and her breathing evened out.
“Fuck. You know how to make me come.” She giggled and wiped her eyes. “That was so good.” Dua was panting but propping herself up on her elbows. “How do you want me to repay you?”
I shook my head. “Babe, you should know by now there’s nothing to repay. I did this to you because I love driving you nuts. It’s pretty much my favorite thing to do.”
Dua rolled her eyes as she got onto her hands and knees in front of me. “I know you like making me come, Fynn. But now I want it to be your turn. How would you like me to unload those heavy balls of yours for you?”
“You know what? Stay just like that.” I moved around so I was behind her. That plump, round ass of hers pointed right at me.
I spat on my cock and leaned forward, nestling it between her warmed-up pussy lips.
“Mmm. Going to fuck me from behind? It’s been a while since you fucked me like your needy little bitch.”
Her dirty talk was all the confirmation I needed that she was good with this. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock as I pushed forward.
Dua cried out and dropped her face into the soft covering on the bed. I was completely seated in her. Balls deep.
I kept my hold on her as I pushed her forward, and I pulled my hips back before slamming into her again. For the next couple minutes, I fucked her like I owned her. It was a punishing pace, one that had my balls swinging up and hitting her pussy every time.
Her knuckles were white as they held onto the duvet for dear life. She even had it between her teeth a few times. But she never asked me to stop. Never asked me to slow down. She took every punishing thrust.
All too soon, I covered her back with my body as I rutted into her until the dam broke. Just like she wanted, I emptied my heavy balls right into her.
“Shit! Oh! Yes! Just like that! Don’t you dare pull out, bebe!” Dua was back to life, the cum I was pumping into her gave her a surprise second wind. She used her pussy to grip my cock and hold me inside her. I wasn’t sure I could pull out if I wanted to. “Just let me feel you pulse and shoot inside me.”
I held onto her hips for dear life as I groaned into the back of her neck. She ground her ass into my hips and didn’t stop gripping me with her cunt until she was sure I was empty. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered when she let me pull out.
I rolled onto my back and breathed deeply, my chest heaving with the effort of what we’d just done. “Fuck, baby.” I laughed. “You’ve never claimed my cum like that. Just… took my cock and wouldn’t let go until you decided you were done with it.”
Dua laid on my chest, her chin on her hands as she looked into my eyes. “Are you okay? Did I go too far? Was I too much?”
I could hear the genuine worry in her voice. She was actually afraid that I wouldn’t like the way she used her cunt to take charge like that.
“Babe, it was just fine. It was great, actually. I’ve never felt you do something like that before. It was hot as fuck.” I was chuckling, and she was smiling in relief.
“Okay, good. Because it was a lot of fun. I’ve never weaponized my kegels like that, and I think I might be obsessed with it now.” She giggled and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.
She let out a slow sigh, and her eyes were back on mine. I could feel a gravity inside her. There was something warring in those deep brown eyes, and I could see she was struggling on letting it free.
“Honey, what is it?” I asked softly, brushing hair over her ear. “Tell me. I promise we can talk about anything. It’s okay. We can just talk. But I can tell something’s going on in there.” I playfully tapped her forehead and then the tip of her nose.
She let out another sigh. Her eyes darted away briefly and then came back to mine. “Fynn. What if… what if we’re ready for something new? A different kind of adventure.”
I scrunched my brows together. I had no idea what she meant. “A new kind of adventure? What?” I needed her to spell it out for me.
“It’s just… we’re so obsessed with each other. We’ll never find someone we need more than each other. Not someone whose already alive, anyway.”
“Dua….”
She swallowed and pushed down on my chest. “Do we… can we talk about making that person we’d love more than ourselves? That we’d love more than we love each other?”
I was speechless for what felt like an eternity but was probably a solid two minutes. “Dua… are you saying you want to try for a baby?”