Exton

Tired... the woman has worked muscles he forgot he had. Pandora lies, half asleep, sighing under the trail of his fingers. Moving slowly, Ob shifts to rub his length along the curve of her hip. Pandora laughs softly.

"Again...?"

"You inspire me, Bruha..." he rocks his hips. "You arouse the beast in me."

She giggles and rolls over, trying to move away. Ob growls softly and slides an arm around her waist. "I don't think so, mi amor..."

He pulls her back, flipping her on her belly. Straddling her thighs, he rocks again, rubbing along the dip between her asscheeks.His hands brace on the bed, effectively holding her beneath him.

"Rise up for me, Mujer. Lift so I can thrust into you from behind."

She pushes back, moaning at the feel of his hardness grinding against her. His voice is a purr, the roll of his r's vibrating through her.

"Tell me how wet you are... Are you ready for me?"

Pandora moans. "Wet... I am soaked!"

He shifts his hips, pressing into her wet slit. He slides along her lips, both moaning. Rising up on his knees, Ob grips Pandora's hips and pulls her back as he thrusts deep. She whimpers. rolling her hips. His long hair tickles along her arms as he leans forward.

"Shall I stop, Bruha? Shall I roll over and go to sleep?"

"No! Oh Gods no!"

He laughs and rocks again, loving the moans and mews of his wife's pleasure. Ob opens his mind to her, letting her feel the grip of her hot sheathe around him. His own moan rumbles along her spine.

"Fuck me Pandora, make me know just how bad you want me to fuck you."

Her first thrust back is tentative. Ob slides deep, letting her set the pace. Within moments they are rocking the bed. Each pounding thrust punctuated by grunts and moans. Ob suddenly stills, holding tight to her hips as Pandora slams back into him. The sounds of their flesh wetly slamming together, the tight squeeze of her pussy, is too much. Ob slides his hand beneath her, scraping his nails over her clit.

Pandora writhes, making her muscles ripple around him and Ob moans her name, filling her with hot jets as she melts around him.

Ob caresses her slowly, bringing her up on her knees. Pandora's back is slick, adding to the perspiration soaking the sparse hair on his chest. His hair tangles with hers, the damp locks tangling like their bodies. Cupping her breasts, Ob kisses along her neck, licking slowly.

"Mine... I still can't believe you are mine."