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With a final, desperate thrust, he came, filling your mouth with his warm seed. You swallowed it down, feeling his body go limp beneath you. You sat up, licking your lips, watching as he stared up at you with a mix of awe and love.
"You're amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse already.
"And you're mine," you replied, leaning down to kiss him again. "And you're not done yet," You took his still-hard cock in your hand, lined it up with your cunt, and slid right down on him.
He wasn't as big as he normally was- and that was a welcome change for the time being, as it'd been a hot minute since the two of you had a chance to be intimate, and the sensation was already overwhelming. You moaned, feeling him fill you completely, the way he always did. You began to ride him, slow and sensual, savoring every moment of this rare vulnerability. His eyes were wide, watching you with a mix of adoration and hunger. You knew he was used to taking charge, to being the one in control, but here, now, he was yours to do with as you please. You usually told him what to do, how to move- he gave you all the pleasure you demanded without asking for anything in return, but now- you were holding the reigns AND riding the damned horse.
You picked up the pace, grinding your hips against him, feeling him hit just the right spot with every thrust. His hands gripped your waist tightly, but he didn't try to take over. He knew better than to ruin this moment of dominance. You leaned back, placing your hands on his chest for balance, watching as his abs flexed with every movement.
"You're so fucking sexy," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. "I can't believe you're all mine."
"Always have been," he managed to get out, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Always will be."
The room was filled with the sounds of your skin slapping against his, your moans and his grunts of pleasure. You felt yourself getting closer, your orgasm building with every thrust. You leaned down to kiss him again, feeling his tongue slide into your mouth as your bodies moved in perfect sync.
And then it hit you, like a wave crashing over the shore. You came hard, your body shaking with the force of it, your nails digging into his chest. He followed shortly after, his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you up.
You collapsed against him, panting and sweaty. "God, that was... amazing." You whispered.
"Yeah," he agreed, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "It was."
You lay there for a moment, listening to the sounds of your friends still fucking in the other room, feeling more connected to Keigo than you ever had before. This was your weekend. Your time. And you were going to make the most of it.
But as the minutes ticked by, the sounds grew louder, more intense. You could feel your own arousal building again, and you knew Keigo could feel it too. You pulled back to look into his eyes, and you saw the same hunger in them that you felt in your core.
"Ready for round two?" You asked, a wicked smile playing on your lips.
"Always," he murmured, already hardening inside of you again.
You kissed him, deep and passionate, before standing up. You offered him your hand, and he took it, letting you pull him to his feet. The cabin was your playground, and you had all weekend to explore it with your husband in his new, deliciously vulnerable form.
"On the counter." You demanded. "I'm gonna ride you until you cry on the counter."
Keigo nodded, his cheeks flushed, and his cock bobbing with excitement. You could feel his eagerness in the way his grip tightened around your hand. The kitchen counter was cold against his back, but he didn't seem to mind. You straddled him, feeling his length slip back inside you with ease. He was still hard, still eager, despite his recent release.
You began to move, your hips rocking against the counter as you took him deeper and deeper. His hands found your breasts, his thumbs playing with your nipples as you leaned back, gripping the edge of the counter for support. The height difference was perfect, allowing you to control the angle and depth of his penetration. You watched his face as he watched you, his eyes hooded and dark with lust.
You leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "You're so good to me, baby," you praised, feeling his cock throb in response. "Such a good boy."
He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "More," he begged, his voice strained. "Harder."
You obliged, increasing your pace, feeling the delicious friction build between your legs. Your orgasm was approaching, the tension coiling in your belly like a spring. You knew he could feel it too, his body tightening with every moan you let slip from your lips.
You rode him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, your thighs burning with the effort. The sound of your wetness filled the room, mixing with the grunts of exertion and pleasure. You felt his hands squeeze your ass, guiding you faster, harder. You threw your head back, letting out a guttural moan as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.
He was so responsive, so attentive to your needs. It was intoxicating. You reached down to stroke your clit, your hand moving in time with your hips. His eyes never left yours, watching as you took your pleasure from him. And then, with a final, desperate cry, you came, your entire body spasming around him.
He followed right behind you, his eyes rolling back in his head as he shot his load deep inside of you. You felt it fill you up, the warmth of his seed spreading through your core. You collapsed against him, both of you panting and trembling.
"Fuck," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "That was..."
"AMAZING," he finished for you, his voice filled with awe.
You chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Yeah, it was."
You pulled away from him, letting him slip out of you with a wet pop. You both stood there for a moment, catching your breath, before you turned to look at the mess you'd made of the kitchen counter. "I guess we're going to need to clean that up," you said, your voice light.
He nodded, a lazy smile on his face. "I can do that," he offered, reaching for a towel- always such a good boy.