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spreads across his face, and he leans up away from me. To rise in between my legs on his knees. Both of his hands are resting on my thighs as he continues his leisurely thrusts. He moves his right hand and his fingers brush against my clit. Making my whole body jolt and clench down on him.
    I open my eyes and stare into his, I can see the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Those fingers that brushed my clit make their way up my stomach, to my breasts, lightly brushing against each nipple causing them to harden under his touch. His eyes bore into mine as he raises his hand further, using the two fingers that began this, to part my lips. My tongue snakes out, and licks at the tips and I close my mouth around them. Drawing them into my mouth further.
    Sucking on his fingers is oddly erotic, I wouldn’t think I would find the subtle taste of myself on him intoxicating but it is. Moaning because of the taste of myself, he quickly pulls his fingers free of my mouth with a grunt. I’m shocked when Ben places his hand over my mouth. Blocking me from breathing or talking. My eyes widen when I take in his salacious grin.
    His thrusts pick up, and now I know why he has covered my mouth. He wants to fuck me, but I need to be quiet. We usually always have to find time to have sex now with Kay walking around. But it’s like our daughter has an internal sense of when we’re doing the deed, because she always interrupts us. Even in the middle of the night.
    Which is why we chose the middle of the day. This is our attempt at throwing off the radar in her head.
    With his hand still covering my mouth his hips start to piston into me. The sounds of sex all around me. I close my eyes, and focus on it all. The weight of his hand covering my mouth is enough to make me clench down on his length with nothing else. We don’t have the time to pull out the full kink, but this is enough for right now.
    The sound of the skin on his toned body slapping into mine, causes goosebumps to travel down my arms. The sounds he’s making, but trying desperately to stifle, are enough to send me over the edge. But my husband doesn’t have to tell me that I need to wait for him.
    He loves when we come together. Unless we have more than a few minutes at a time. Then my husband could spend hours worshipping my body. I’ve never felt so wanted in my life when my husband stares down at me with a look that says he knows he’s a God, and is the only person who can take care of me like this.
    I dart my tongue out of my mouth and lick at his palm, our signal that I want to talk. He removes his hand and it immediately attaches to my hip to hold me in place. “Ben, I’m close. I don’t know how long I can hold off,” I pant out. I raise my hands above my head to fist them in the pillows. I widen my legs as far as I can for him. “Come on, Ben. Fuck me,” I growl.
    I chant “fuck me” under my breath a couple times, until he completely lets go. His fingers dig into my hip bones. I fist my hands deeper into the pillows, pulling one down over my face so I can muffle the noises I can’t control from slipping free.
    “Lyla . . . Oh, God. Now!” He grunts and slams into my one more time and I let go to fall over the edge with him. He slows his thrusts. “Babe, your pussy is clenching around me so tight. Milking me for everything I’ve got.”
    “Shut up, will ya? Let me ride this out.” He releases my hips and brushes his fingers against my clit. “Fuck! Stop! I’m too sensitive right now for you to be messing with me!”
    “Daddy!” The shrill scream of our toddler interrupts us from doing anything else.
    “You locked the door right?” The panic in my voice is evident.
    “Yes! God, at least we finished this time. Let me get rid of this condom and I’ll throw my pants back on while you get cleaned up.” He pulls out. And instantly his whole demeanor changes. “Uh, babe?”
    My panic intensifies instantly. “What? What is it?” I’m practically