Dick stroked Rebecca gently, watching her face for every reaction, every gasp, every twitch of pleasure. His other hand was busy unbuttoning her shirt, revealing spilling breasts.
"These are in the way," he murmured, his breath tickling her skin. He pulled the shirt away, leaving her exposed to his gaze. Rebecca felt a flicker of self-consciousness, but it was quickly doused by the fire in his eyes.
"God," he breathed, leaning in to kiss her chest, his tongue tracing the curve of one breast. She moaned again, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently, and Rebecca's head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut. "Dick," she moaned, her body responding to his touch like it hadn't in years.
He switched to the other breast, his hand never leaving her, the rhythm of his fingers never changing. Rebecca's hips rolled, searching for more, for that sweet release she hadn't felt in so long.
"Please," she whispered, her voice strained. "I need..."
He kissed her again, swallowing her pleas as his hand slid down to cup her sex, his thumb pressing firmly on her clit. Rebecca moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes still closed, lost in sensation.
"Look at me," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need. She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his, and what she saw in his gaze made her tremble. Desire, yes, but also something more, something deeper.
"You're mine tonight," he said, his hand moving away, leaving her wet and aching. Rebecca's eyes searched his, a silent question in their depths.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low rumble. "Say you're mine."
Her voice was barely a whisper when she responded. "I'm... I'm yours."
With that, Dick's hand was back, pushing her panties aside, his fingers sliding inside her. Rebecca's eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping her. "Dick," she moaned, her hips moving in time with his hand.
He kissed her neck, his teeth scraping her skin lightly. "You're so wet," he said, his voice thick with lust. "So tight."
Rebecca's legs quivered as he stroked her, his thumb working in circles around her clit while his fingers explored her depths. He grabbed her by the waist and sat her on kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Dick," she moaned again, her hands clutching his shoulders. He leaned between her legs, his nose smelling her essence. She wasn't touched for many years. Dick's tongue flicked out, tasting her, making her quiver. "Oh," she gasped as he licked her folds. His mouth was hot, wet, and greedy.
"You're delicious," he murmured, his breath tickling her clit. Rebecca's eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Dick's tongue delved deeper, teasing and probing, while his thumb circled her sensitive bud. Her hips bucked, pushing herself closer to his mouth.
"Fuck," she whispered, the word a breathless plea. He sucked gently, his teeth grazing her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She'd forgotten the intensity, the raw, animalistic need that came from being desired. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely recognizable as her own.
He slid two fingers into her, curving them just right. Rebecca's arms almost gave out, but he was there, holding her up, his mouth never leaving her, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're so wet for me," he said, his voice thick with desire. "So tight."
Her back arched as he kissed and bit her inner thigh, his hand working her clit in a steady rhythm. "Please," she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More."
Dick's eyes twinkled up at her, his smile mischievous. "I'll give you more," he said, his voice low and dark. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. Rebecca's breath hitched, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensations overwhelmed her.
"Look at me," he ordered again, and she did, her gaze locking onto his, the intensity of his stare making her wetter. "You're going to come for me," he murmured, his fingers moving faster. "You're going to come, and you're going to scream my name."
"I will," she promised, her voice shaking. "Dick, I'll come."
He pushed her further, his mouth closing over her clit, his tongue flicking it rapidly. Rebecca's moans grew louder, more desperate, until she was panting, her hips jerking against his face. And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of heat and pleasure, her body shuddering.
"Dick," she screamed, her eyes squeezed shut, her nails digging into his skin. She felt him smile against her, the vibration of it sending aftershocks through her body.
When she finally came down, she was trembling, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Dick kissed her inner thigh, his fingers still buried inside her. "You're so beautiful when you come," he said, his voice gentle.
He unbuckled his pants, "Your turn now." He turned her over, lying on the kitchen counter. He pressed his cock to her face. "Look what you do to me," he said, his voice thick with need.
Rebecca looked up, her eyes hazed with desire. She didn't need to be told what to do. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly. "That's it," he said, his hand sliding into her neck, guiding her. "Take me deeper."
Her moans vibrated around him, and he could feel his control slipping. "God, Rebecca," he murmured, his eyes rolling back. "You're so good." She took him deeper, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm with his hips. He watched her, the way she looked up at him with those green eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed out, the way she was completely and utterly focused on him. It was intoxicating.
Dick found her phone on the table, and gave it to her. "Call, your husband. Call Rick." She froze, his cock in her throat. "Call him, talk to him casually."
Rebecca's hand trembled as she took the phone. She dialed Rick's number, her heart racing. "Hi," she managed to say once he picked up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... just checking in." She took Dick's cock back in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, her eyes watering slightly from his size.
"Everything good?" Rick asked, his tone bored.
Rebecca's eyes watered as Dick's cock hit the back of her throat, but she managed to keep her voice steady. "Everything's fine," she said, her cheeks hollowing as she took him out again. "Just... busy with a little home project."
Dick smirked, his hand tightening in her hair. "Keep going," he murmured. She swallowed him again, her mouth moving faster, her moans growing louder.
"What's the project?" Rick's voice was distracted.
"Piping." She said, licking Dick's length. "I'm fixing a piping issue."
Dick chuckled darkly. "That's right," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he fucked her mouth. "Just a little home maintenance." His hand gripped her shoulder, guiding her deeper, his other hand playing with her nipple, pinching it gently.
"Mmhmm," she moaned around his cock. He freed his cock from her mouth, allowing her to speak freely, and turned her over. Her beautiful pussy was fully open. Trimmed in style, despite not having any guests over the years, she was hopeful... Hopeful that one day her husband would visit her sacred garden again, but alas, it was Dick instead.
Dick picked her up and took her to the couch, laying her down gently, her legs hanging over the armrest. He knelt before her, kissing the insides of her thighs, his tongue tracing a wet path up to her sex. "You're going to talk to him," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "And tell him about your 'piping' problem."
Rebecca's moan was a soft "oh," as his tongue touched her clit. She held the phone tightly, her thumb hovering over the screen, ready to end the call if things got too intense. "Just... just a small leak," she managed to say to Rick, her voice strained as Dick's mouth worked her.
Dick's eyes never left hers as he licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her wetness. She could feel her orgasm building again, the tension coiling tight in her belly. "I... I think I found the issue," she panted into the phone, her hips bucking slightly.
"Yeah?" Rick's voice was uninterested. "What is it?"
"It's... it's just... a little clog," she gasped, her body shaking as Dick's tongue swirled around her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to moan louder.
Dick chuckled against her, the vibration sending shivers through her body. "Tell him you need a professional to fix it," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
"I... I might need to call a plumber," she said, her voice tight. "It's a bit more complicated than I thought."
Rick sighed. "Fine. Whatever."
Dick's eyes flashed with triumph, and he redoubled his efforts, his fingers curling inside her, his tongue flicking her clit rapidly. "Oh," she moaned, her eyes rolling back.
"You okay?" Rick asked, his voice concerned now.
"Yeah," she managed, her breath coming in short gasps. "It's just... just slipped a bit."
Dick's fingers stilled, his mouth moving away. Rebecca's eyes snapped open, her body protesting the sudden absence of his touch. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice a whine.
"I will insert pipes now." He chuckled, as he pushed inside her tight snatch. "Oh," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he filled her. His cock was thick, stretching her, and she felt so full. The sensation was overwhelming, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.
"What's going on?" Rick's voice was suddenly alert, and Rebecca's eyes snapped open, her heart racing.
"It's just... it's nothing," she replied, her voice strained as Dick began to move, his slow, deliberate strokes driving her mad. "The plumber is here."
"Already?"
"Yes," she gasped, her hips rising to meet his. "He's... he's taking care of it."
Dick smirked at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell him everything's fine," he murmured, his hand reaching up to cover her mouth. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Everything's fine, Rick," she managed to say, her voice muffled by Dick's hand.
"Good," Rick said, not caring at all, from the background a baby's voice was coming. "I have things to do."
Dick leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck. "I'm going to make you come again," he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise. Rebecca shivered, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Ok...okay," she murmured into the phone, her voice shaky as Dick's hand slid down her body, finding her clit. He began to rub it in tight circles, his thrusts growing more urgent. She could feel the pressure building, her body begging for release.
"I've got to go too," she said, her voice a strangled whisper. She hung up, tossing the phone aside, and gave in to the sensations. Dick's hand was relentless, his cock pumping in and out of her, and she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and she knew she was close. "Dick," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, God, Dick."
He growled, his hips slamming into her, his hand pressing harder on her clit. She arched up, her back bowing, as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure.
"Dick," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as he pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him. Her moans grew louder, her body moving in rhythm with his, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
They moved through the house, their passion a wildfire that consumed every room. Dick took her on the bed, her moans echoing off the walls, her body shaking with every stroke. They stumbled into the living room, her legs trembling, his cock still buried deep inside her.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So tight." His hand slid down her back, his fingers digging into her ass as he drove into her again. Rebecca's head fell back, her hair cascading down her back as she gripped the armrest of the couch.
"I'm going to come," she panted, her voice muffled by the cushion. "I'm going to come."
Dick pulled out, leaving her gaspingr. He slammed back into her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice a snarl.
Her eyes widened, her body tightening around him as she screamed his name, her nails digging into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist.
They ended up back in the kitchen, on the cold tiles, their breathing ragged and uneven. Dick's cock was still hard, his eyes never leaving hers as he slammed into her, his movements urgent, almost violent. "You're mine," he murmured, his teeth bared. "Mine to fuck."
Rebecca's eyes rolled back, her moans growing louder, her body responding to his claim. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Yours."
He pounded into her, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them roughly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff.
"Yes," she moaned, her back arching. "More."
He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. "You want it harder?"
"Yes," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Harder, Dick."
He complied, his thrusts growing more punishing, his hand moving back to her clit, rubbing it in time with his hips. "You're going to come again," he said, his voice a promise. "And then I'm going to fill you up."
Her eyes snapped open, meeting his, the intensity of his gaze making her pulse race. "I'm going to come," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"Do it," he demanded, his own breaths coming in pants. "Come for me."
Her body obeyed, her muscles tightening around him as she came, her moan a keening cry that filled the room. Dick groaned, his movements growing erratic, his own climax close. He filled her, his cock pulsing, and came inside.