Sucking My Wife’s Wet Pussy Then Fucking Her

My wife and I were in that familiar lazy Sunday haze, and somehow our hands started wandering while we were still half-dressed, and the whole thing just spiraled from there in the best way. I don’t even remember what sparked it, but suddenly I had her pressed against the cool sheets, and my fingers were already tracing down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her shorts to find that warm, slick heat that told me she was already on board. There’s something about that first contact, feeling how soaked she already was, that sent a jolt straight through me, and before I knew it, I had her shorts kicked aside and my mouth was all over her, just losing myself in that wet pussy. The way she gasped and arched her hips, pushing herself harder against my tongue, was this unspoken signal to keep going, so I added some fingering, curling my fingers just right while I kept my mouth busy on her clit. Her thighs started trembling around my head, and I could feel this building pressure in the air, this anticipation that made my dick throb against the mattress. I heard her whisper my name, all breathy and desperate, and that was my cue to slide up her body, lining up and pushing into her slowly, feeling every inch ease into that tight, slippery heat. The amateur porn we’ve made before never quite captures what it’s like in the moment, but lying there, watching her face twist with pleasure as I started fucking her in this lazy, deep rhythm, I felt like we were right on the edge of something. Her hand shot down to grip my arm, her back bowing off the bed as she clenched around me, and suddenly we were both tumbling over that crest together. Afterwards, we just collapsed in a sticky, breathless pile, her head on my chest, and I couldn’t shake this raw feeling of knowing that nobody edits the clumsy, perfect parts out of us in scenes like this one.