Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent

Adrian stares expectantly, letting Cassidy take some time to fully absorb him.

He was desperately trying to control what he was sure was a strange expression on his face. His wife felt so indescribably good inside - the softness of her walls squeezing him tightly, the throbbing hotness sending him to the edge rapidly.

"Cassidy, I love you. I love you so much," he said over and over again while he firmly kissed her temple and gently stroked her hair in an attempt to comfort her.

Eventually, Cassidy quietly nodded at Adrian.

He didn’t trust his own voice, either. So, he wordlessly obeyed her, drawing himself out of her before pushing back in again. He does this a few times, starting slowly - giving her more time to adjust to his length. Soon, he’s beginning to get used to the overawing feeling of having a part of himself within his most precious.

"Does it still hurt, love?" he asked her in between pants, worried that he was the only one who was in a euphoric state at that moment.

"N-No. It’s... g-good. Keep going," she breathed shakily, too overwhelmed by pleasure to keep her voice steady.

She was abundantly wet, which allowed him to slide easily with each thrust. The incredible tightness was far beyond what he could ever imagine. Feeling a bit of a flush rising on his face, he buried it into her shoulder as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

’This is bad. I could tell already. I’m going to get addicted to this - maybe as addicted as I am to Cassidy.’

One taste of Cassidy and Adrian was immediately blown away.

No wonder it’d be like this once he devoured her to this extent.

As he quickened inside of her, she locked her body around him by encircling her arms and legs onto him so he was effectively trapped. This amuses him quite a bit since she seems to feel the need to keep him in place.

He doubts that anything can make him leave her intoxicating heat right now - unless she herself said to, of course. More than anything, he will always respect her and her wishes.

He leans back a little to look at Cassidy’s face, noting that a few more tears have leaked out of her eyes. Adrian managed to get out some words without sounding like the total idiot drowning in pleasure and ecstasy that he was sure he was at that moment.

"Tell me if starts hurting again, okay?" he told her, still concerned.

"Really, dear, I’m fine. It did hurt a little... w-when you first went in... but now, it feels... good," she reassured him.

He sees the color rise on her chest as she admitted this to him.

If she was feeling good, then there was no excuse for him to allow her to be able to talk so fluidly. She’s ready for more – and so is he.

Adrian withdrew all the way out before he snapped himself back inside of Cassidy with savage force.

She cries out in ecstasy, then - more loudly than the previous noises she has been making. This depth seems enjoyable for her, and it certainly feels wonderful for him too. He began pushing into her with the same amount of force on each stroke while she kept letting out a stream of mewling cries.

"You’re so beautiful, Cassidy."

Adrian soon decided that, while he loved being clung to, he also needed to get a good look at his beloved Cassidy as he drove her to the edge.

So, he propped his upper body up on his hands and immediately appreciated the view that greeted him. With every hard push he made inside of his wife, her breasts bounced delightfully from the force. The erotic sight of her body reacting to him was incredibly beguiling – incredibly tantalizing.

Adrian felt the remaining self-control he had left begin to waver, overpowered by the need to dominate Cassidy so much that she would never forget that they were joined.

He straightened his body up a bit more, shifting so that he was on his knees. She looked at him in confusion as he went on to grasp her hips and lift her behind. Now, she was at a height where he could start driving into her with ferocious speed.

She started keening wordlessly, but clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold in the cries. He grabbed her wrist and tore her hand away, growling, "No, Cassidy. I want to hear you."

Tears pool her eyes in earnest, and he found that this was an unexpected benefit of sex. He had long ago discovered that he liked her crying face, but he hated making her sad, so he never tried to cause it unless it was because of joy. Now, though, he has found an unexpected way to enjoy her adorable crying face while also making her feel good.

The thought almost made Adrian come to a climax.

"Ughhhhh... You’re going to be the end of me, love."

He quickly stopped moving to prevent it. Staring down at her heaving chest, he realized that the downside of this position was that his hands were both needed to hold her up. While he was enjoying the softness of her bottom, his fingers nearly ached to touch her breasts again.

Adrian pulls from inside of Cassidy, giving an inadvertent noise through his gritted teeth as he did so.

"Adrian?" she called, puzzled.

Instead of responding, he reached for her arms before pulling her into a sitting position where she could face him. That’s until he realized that if he put her onto his lap in this position, he would be met with the same problem.

"Adrian, what are you doing?"

She’s both surprised and baffled at this point. He smiles at her and says, "I’m simply trying to figure out the best way to enjoy your body."

That’s when an idea occurred to him. Then, he directed her, "Turn around, please, my love."

She looked at him dubiously, but she obediently turned her body around so that her back was facing me. He was delighted to discover that even her back was flushed red. Truly, exploring his beloved’s body would be entertaining for a long time to come.

She looked over her shoulder once she had sat down.

"Adrian? I don’t really see the point of this?"

To answer her question, he grabbed her by her hips again and lifted her up onto his lap. Taken aback, she squealed as he placed her there. He let her settle in a little before reaching around and guiding his private part back to her opening.

Shifting his hips down a bit, he then slid back inside of her, letting a blissful sigh escape his lips as he became fully covered by her warm folds once more. If her moans and whimpers were any sign, the sensation was good for her, too.

"Mine..." Adrian found himself declaring upon seeing how intoxicatingly delicious Cassidy sounded and looked.

"You’re mine forever. Mine alone."