John groaned as his wife stroked him through his pants, his hips pressing up. He wanted to be inside her so badly. He always did. She always felt amazing wrapped around him, and it was a feeling he would never, ever grow tired of.
Of course, Fred seemed determined to prolong his want, pulling off his pants and boxers before teasing him with her lips and tongue. He hissed, grabbing the bed quilt.
"God, Fred," he choked. Need you. Please...
Finally, she seemed to know it was too much, and she moved to straddle him again, pressing down onto him and taking him deep inside her. He sucked in a shuddering breath as he reached for her waist.
"You feel so good," he whispered, rolling his hips up to meet each of her downward thrusts. "Holy...fuck..."
As always, the way he could feel her and everything she was experiencing made making love to her unbelievably intense, and it wasn't long before he felt himself starting to tighten up. Moving his hand between them again, he found her clit and began rubbing.
Want to feel you come, he begged, not wanting to lose control until she had. Please.