into his crystal blue ones. There was an intensity about her he hadn't noticed before. "It's just the two of us. It always has been."
"I don't—"
"Shh." She continued to move her hand up and down his cock, pushing the tip at her entrance. "I'm yours and only yours."
"Sierra, I think I might…"
“Connor,” she called.
She seemed to fade away right before his eyes. One minute he could feel her skin against his, smell her arousal and touch her, and the next she was gone.
What the hell?
"Connor." He heard her voice, but it sounded so far away. It was muddled.
Where am I?
"Wake up, baby."
This has been one fucked up ride.
He opened his eyes to find Sierra straddling him. He blinked a few times, trying to focus and get his bearings. They were in their bedroom. He must have missed the alarm. The sunlight streamed in through the blinds and he could smell the coffee brewing from the kitchen.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead."
“Huh?”
She was naked and stroking his cock. His favorite way to wake up.
“Baby, you were having some dream.” She giggled. “I didn’t even do anything to you yet and you’re rock hard.”
A dream? Of course, that's why she was so familiar to me.
“Oh, babe.” He moaned as she continued to please him with her hand. “You have no idea. It was about that girl Janine who lives downstairs. Ever since I saw her new girlfriend leave her apartment last week, I can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like for you and her to, you know.”
What guy didn't dream about his hot wife playing with another girl while he looked on? It was his deepest fantasy.
“Connor!” She slapped his thigh with her free hand, but then leaned down and licked the pre-cum from his tip, her long brown hair tickling his balls. She swirled her tongue around him before sucking the head into her mouth.
"Hell!" He ran his fingers through her hair. He was so turned on from his dream, anything she did to him right now would be total bliss.
She swiped her tongue up and down his shaft as she cupped his balls in her hand.
“Do you think she’d want to join us?” he whispered.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged as she continued to fondle his balls. “Can that guy you work with, you know the one with all the tats, join us, too?”
“Josh?”
What the fuck? Didn't she know there was a double standard when it came to this shit?
“Yeah, he’s pretty hot,” she moaned before sucking one of his balls into her mouth.
“Abso-fuckin-lutley not!” He tugged on her hair. “You are mine.”
She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes and smiled. His Greek goddess was stunning and all he'd ever need or want. She arched a brow at him. "Hmm?"
“I see your point; no threesomes.” He wasn't into sharing. No matter how much he dreamed about it, when push actually came to shove, there was no way he could sit back and watch anyone put their hands on his wife. Woman or not. He'd save those thoughts for his fantasies.
She giggled just as she had in his dream. He loved the sound of her laughter. When she was happy, he was doing something right. That made him swell with pride. He was the reason she lit up the room and he would always do everything in his power to make her life perfect.
"You're so beautiful." He stroked her hair. "How did I end up with you?"
"You're just lucky, I guess." She giggled again.
Connor loved how cheery she was in the morning. He was usually such a grouch when he opened his eyes, but she had a way of changing all of that for him. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He fell in love with her a little more every day.
"Yeah, well, you didn't do so bad yourself." He playfully tugged on her hair.
"No, I didn't." She peeked at him through her bangs. "We both did alright."
“Hop up on my cock. I need to come before I go to work.” He