All the Time by Cherie Denis

him in
mid-step. “No,” she wiggled a forefinger, “take it all off,
darling.”
    While she fingered herself with one hand and
caressed her nipples with the other, Mike hopped about from one
foot to the other yanking off socks, knowing he probably looked
like an absolute idiot and he couldn't have cared less. Fucking
Lainie was well worth a few embarrassing moves on his part.
    He yanked the edges of his shirt and buttons
flew in every direction, one hitting her on the breast. She giggled
and threw it back at Mike.
    He ducked, the button missing him by inches.
He put his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and gave her a
questioning look.
    She nodded and said, “Off. And, for godsake
hurry. I’m about to explode.”
    Mike’s mind was going a mile a minute. He
wanted to suck her, taste her, touch her everywhere, fuck her until
she screamed, but he knew they were both so close to the edge it
wouldn’t all happen this go-round, it might take two or three more
episodes of good old screwing before he’d accomplished all he had
in mind for his tempting wife.
    He knelt in front of Lainie and buried his
face in her femininity, immediately latching his lips and tongue
onto her swollen clit. He suckled while Lainie screamed and
thrashed about like a fish out of water. Her first climax ripped
through her body before Mike had time to touch her nipples or
explore her G spot. He didn’t give her a moment’s peace to calm
down, lapping her labia he had her thrashing and squealing wildly
while her head wrenched about on the chair back.
    God, she was so freakin’ responsive.
    Rising above her, he buried fingers deep in
her channel and pressed the hard knob of his cock against her
opening. It was going to be tight, but he didn’t want to remove his
fingers quite yet.
    “No, Mike,” her breathless voice stopped his
forward motion. “No wait, darling,” she purred. “We used the same
position this morning. I want to do it different this time.”
    Christ. Now she was issuing orders like a
director of a porn flick. “Okay, honey,” he growled, face buried in
her breasts. “How do you want it?” God, give me strength, he begged
silently.
    She slithered out from under him like a
sinuous snake and Mike’s fingers made a funny squishing sound as
they left her dripping cunt. “Like this, darling,” she whispered
draping herself over the cushy arm of the huge chair.
    Ohhhh. Well, all right! Mike’s manhood pulsed
harder and higher with excitement as Lainie assumed a position
which put her satiny-smooth bottom high in the air. She opened her
legs and he nearly lost control.
    Cock bobbing with excitement, Mike stood
behind her, gripped her waist in his large hands and slowly eased
his massive shaft into her juicy cunt.
    “Mike!!” Lainie cried. The sound of her voice
muffled by the chair cushion seemed to come from far away.
    “Uhhh?” Mike pressed harder and another inch
of his erection slipped into her hot, wet channel.
    “Mike,” Lainie whimpered. “The doorbell is
ringing.”
    “Shit!” Who had the nerve to lean on the
doorbell at this time of day? Maybe they would give up and go
away.
    The bell continued to chime and Mike
shuddered, loosing concentration. “Dammit.”
    The doorbell ceased and Mike eased another
inch into her tight cunt.
    Boom, boom, boom!
    Shit, damn! Whoever it was wasn’t going to
give up, because now they were pounding on the front door.
    Mike eased his cock out of his wiggling wife,
grabbed his shirt off the floor, wrapping the flimsy silk garment
around his waist as he stormed to the front door. He wrenched the
door open and nearly got a fist in the chest.
    “Oh, my god,” purred a breathless voice. “I’m
so sorry Mr. Sneider.”
    Mike didn’t need to look down to know where
her eyes were focused, because she certainly wasn’t looking at his
face. The silk shirt he’d grabbed as protection was little cover
when you took into account the fact his cock was still wet with
Lainie’s