Chapter 4: Kitchen escalation
Liz pulled into the garage, barely remembering to put the car in park as she flew out of the car. Jay barely had enough time to open his door before Elizabeth was on him, her lips crashing into his. Their kiss was fierce and frantic, a storm brewing between them. Hands roamed over bodies made tense with need.
Jay managed to push Liz just far enough that he could stand up out of the car.
Their lips never parted as he steered her to the trunk, opening it with one hand while gripping her ass with the other. He gathered every bag grocery and carried everything into the kitchen in one trip, never once letting their lips break contact.
"Lets put everything away, I'm not going to waste good food," he was so hard he was nauseous, and Liz's lips pressed against his were like gasoline on a raging inferno, begging to burn both of them to ashes.
Liz looked at the bags in his hands with such lust and anger, Jay was concerned the bags might melt under her gaze.
He placed the bags on the counter and started to pull out grocery items. Liz grabbed every item the moment it left the bag and began frantically putting them away, her movements almost aggressive. Watching her try to force food into the cabinets was like watching a bull trying to fit through a mouse hole.
Jay cleared his throat, "You're going to break something if you're not careful."
"I'm going to break you, you sexy bastard." Liz muttered, nearly growling as she hucked the wine and champagne into the refrigerator from across the room.
Jay recalled the conversation they had before leaving the grocery store, how she promised she'd be insatiable once they were alone in the sanctuary of their home.
In record time every cabinet and counter space in the kitchen was cleared of its contents, and Liz turned to face Jay, her eyes burning with desire.
Jay asked, "Do you regret the competition now?"
Liz closed the distance like a predator, her eyes never leaving his. "Never. do you regret it, Jay?"
Jay took a powerful step forward, towering over her. "I've never been harder or more ready to rip those panties off. I don't regret a damn thing about this competition." Jay replied, his voice hoarse with desire.
Liz took another step toward him, just barely not touching the man, but her body felt enflamed close to him that it was physically hurting.
They were in a game of chicken, neither one wanting to back down. Their eyes locked, both feral, both hungry, each trying to see who would crack first.
"You know, I started this competition because I thought you didn't need me as bad as I needed you. I wanted to remind you how good we are together, Jay," she said, backing him against the counter. "But when I touched you, I felt how hard you were for me. And now, here like this, I see it in your eyes that you want me just as much as I want you," she purred, pressing her body against his, her breasts cushioned against his chest.
"Always, Liz," Jay whispered, his hands coming up to grip her hips, pulling her closer to him, "I've fucking wanted you since the day I met you and nothing has changed. I want you more than I want air."
A moan escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing into her, she looked into his eyes and said, "You have me, jay. All of me. Everything that I am is yours, and all I want is to please you."
"God dammit, Liz," Jay groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
"I want you, Jay," Elizabeth panted, her breathing ragged as she clung to him.
The starter pistol had been fired and the race begin.
"Do you like this shirt?" Jay asked, breaking away from her lips for a moment.
"No, I don't," Liz replied with a smirk. Jay grabbed her shirt and ripped it right off her body as easy as ripping wet paper. The sound of it tearing filled the room, and Liz had to stifle a gasp of shock. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but he didn't give her a chance to react. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss, the taste of his tongue sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Jay reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand, letting it fall to the ground between them.
Liz returned the favor, ripping his shirt just as easily as he had her shirt.
"God, you're so hot," she breathed, her hands exploring every inch of him.
"And you, my dear, are the fucking definition of perfection," Jay replied, his hands roaming up her smooth back and into her hair. He tugged gently, pulling her head back and exposing the delicate skin of her neck. He trailed kisses down her jaw, down her neck, his teeth scraping gently over her collarbone.
Elizabeth shuddered with pleasure, her breath hitching as he nipped at the sensitive skin. She could feel herself running down her thighs, wetness forming and coating the inside of her jeans.
"Take off your fucking pants, now," Liz demanded, struggling to get his belt unbuckled with her shaky hands.
Jay did as he was told. His hands flew to his pants, desperate to get them off of him as fast as possible. He pushed her hands off his belt and expertly unbuckled it, before allowing the love of his life resume her vengeful attack on his pants.
She ripped them open, the button and zipper no match for her strength. His pants fell to the ground, revealing the long, hard outline of his cock straining against his underwear.
"Slow the fuck down, or I'm going to cum right here," he rasped, clutching at her hips as she pressed herself against him, the wall behind her the only thing keeping them upright.
"If you cum anywhere but inside me, I will castrate you in your sleep," she growled, her lips finding his neck, sucking and biting the tender flesh there. Her teeth worked their way down his body, nipping and kissing him everywhere.
Jay panted, his hands clenched tight in her hair, his head thrown back, as she explored him. Her tongue danced around his nipples, ushering forth a torrent of desire. He groaned, the sound reverberating through the spacious kitchen.
Soon enough she reached his boxers, the poor fabric strained way past its limit and just barely contained his massive cock.
She used her teeth to carefully tug the boxers down while her hands held onto his tense thighs, finally allowing his monster to spring free.
Jay's cock had been hard for about an hour now, and the feeling of finally being unconstrained was almost good enough to make him cum on the spot.
But he refrained, fighting back his need and focusing on Elizabeth. She had the most beautiful look on her face like a child in a candy store.
"Well hellooo there, Mr. Big Boy. I've missed you," Elizabeth murmured appreciatively, as she finished bunching his clothes at his ankles, before using her lips to walk back up his muscled, hard body toward her favorite pair of lips.
They each scratched the others back, unable to control themselves as they kissed each other with a hunger neither of them could satiate, but neither of them wanted to.
Their tongues collided, entwining, dancing before their bodies melded together, locked in an explosive embrace.
His hands roamed restlessly over her body - the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the curve of her breasts. He had missed the softness of her honeyed skin, and as he grazed her nipples, she gave a ragged cry, evidence of how much she had missed him, too.
God, she fit him perfectly, and he could feel every inch of her pressing and molding around him in the most divine pleasure.
Jay reached for the waistband of her jeans and panties, tugging the pair of tight fabric down her thighs. She wriggled in blissful cooperation as he undressed her, allowing her skin to brush against him with every inch of fabric down her legs.
Once her jeans and underwear were pooled around her ankles, Liz stepped free of them and kicked them aside carelessly.
Jay saw the rivers running down her thighs and he could barely contain the rumbling, animal-like need in the back of his throat as he dragged his fingertips over the damp flesh.
"Look at what you do to me, Jay," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm dripping wet for you."
Jay was on the edge of flipping the switch there's just one more thing he needed, "May I fuck you?" Jay barely got the question out. He was at his limit and wanted nothing more than to be inside her.
Liz almost laughed, "W-what?" Liz was as wet as the ocean, she knew both of them were ready to combust, and he was still asking permission?
"May I fuck you?" Jay repeated, his voice now thundering with a primal, unrelenting desire that turned Elizabeth into a puddle of need at his feet.
Liz grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging it to her soaked core, practically growling, "Did you not feel this? I'm fucking soaked, Jay. What do you think, huh?"
Liz looked at him, her eyes glistening with desire and amusement, "You're crazy if you think I'll say no."
"You said no this morning," Jay began so shake like a leaf, he was dying to be inside her, "May I fuck you?" Jay whispered again.
She looked at him, desire burning in her eyes, "Yes. Yes you can. I want to feel you inside me so badly I've been thinking about you filling me up since this morning," Liz purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.
"Are you sure?" Jay knew the answer, he was simply twisting the lust filled knife just a little deeper.
"Jay, if you don't put that beautiful dick inside of me in the next five seconds, I swear to god I will rip it off and fuck myself with it." Liz threatened, or at least she tried to.
"Yes, ma'am," Jay replied, a lopsided grin on his face before he grabbed Liz and picked her up with ease, carrying her to the island. He dropped her and bent her over the island.
Her nipples met the granite countertop, and to her honest surprise the granite was freezing cold. Her nipples hardened further at the sensation, and she whimpered, her body a tight ball of need, ready for Jay.
He grabbed his cock in one hand and lined the tip with the swollen knot between her cheeks.
"Are you ready?" He asked, almost in a bellow.
"God yeah," Elizabeth immediately responded, and the sound of her voice was ragged, and impatient.
She nudged her hips back, urging his thick member inside her with an audible plea.
Jay complied easily, taking himself in his hand and slicking the precum that oozed from his cock head to the head of his shaft. He positioned his engorged member between her split folds and slowly guided himself into her.
She was drenched with excitement, her slick, warm core swallowing him whole like a vice, and Jay’s legs shook as he slid himself in inch by inch. Her walls clenched around him, a burning fiery sensation that almost stole his breath away.
The feeling of her tight, wet heat was indescribable, and he struggled to maintain his control at this intense pleasure. Jay slowly pulled back, letting her walls cling to him before sliding back in, faster this time but still gentle.
Elizabeth’s breath caught at the feel of his invasion. She was so wet and ready for him, but still the sensation of being penetrated was almost overwhelming. "God, I hope I never get used to this," she moaned into the counter top.
"Get used to it, baby," he groaned into her hair, "because if I have anything to say about it, I'll be fucking you every day for the rest of our lives, again and again and again." He punctuated each phrase with another thrust, losing himself in her heat.
"Take me, Jay, take me!" Elizabeth demanded, pushing back into him with every thrust, desperately trying to force him deeper.
"I'm trying not to fuck you to death, Liz!" Jay grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he tried to keep a steady pace.
"The only way you'll kill me is if you stop," she growled, pushing back against him harder and letting out a gasp as he buried himself to the hilt, "Fuck me like the man I know you are, Jay."
Jay couldn't describe the color that washed over his eyes as he felt her soaking-wet walls wrap around his throbbing member. Her words, her body, the intensity of the moment - it was mind-blowing.
"I'm barely holding on here, Liz," he rasped, his grip on her hips tightening. "I don't want to come yet. I want to make this last."
"I don't give a fuck, take me now. I don't want this to last. I want you to just fucking take me." Elizabeth demanded, pushing back against him harder and letting out a gasp as he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck me like the man I know you are, Jay."
Jay felt the same switch flip that had the night before, all of the playful foreplay melting away as only one thing matter now - possession. Liz belonged to him in that moment and he was going to stake his claim with every ounce of power he had.
He pinned her thighs to the cabinet doors with his own and she cried out in sheer ecstasy as he drove into her. If she was not careful, she would embarrass herself by gushing uncontrollably.
He didn't need to hear words to know what she wanted; her body told him everything he needed to know. Jay tugged on her hair, forcing her head up; "Please!" She screamed, clawing at the countertop. "Don't. Stop," Elizabeth begged, panting, her voice hoarse and raw.
Her body was trembling, and she felt as if she was going to shatter into a million pieces.
"You want this, Liz," Jay panted back, his body aching, around her, within her. "You asked for it, and I'm giving you exactly what you want."
"Y-Y-Y-Y-esssss!" Elizabeth screamed, barely able to form words as he resumed his assault, driving himself harder and faster into her trembling body. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending in her body.
"You're mine, Liz. Say it," he grunted, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled back and slammed into her. His pelvis slapped against the curve of her ass, the wet, slapping sounds filling the room and mixing with their harsh breathing.
"Say it, Liz!" Jay growled, his thrusts becoming more and more brutal as she called him deeper into her.
"I'm yours, Jay!" Elizabeth screamed, a primal need overtaking her. "Every - fucking - inch!" She cried with each one of his thrusts, every little ounce of energy she could muster - and as much as she wanted to scream her head off from the unbelievable pleasure her husband was giving her - she couldn't help but dig her nails into the counter, bracing herself for the next wave of pleasure.
"God, I'm yours. I'm fucking yours, Jay," Liz panted back, her voice barely recognizable as she screamed out in pure pleasure.
Every inch of her body trembled with sensation and she swore, she was seeing stars. Her legs turned to jelly, causing her to reach out for the edge of the island for support. But Jay was not about to give her that respite.
He wanted to feel her walls clench around him, and he wasn't going to stop until she did.
Jay leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Cum for me, Liz. Let me feel it."
To his shock, Liz's pussy didn't tighten rather, it loosened moments before releasing an unexpected flood of juices.
He felt the sudden gush upon his cock, and he groaned as he felt the liquid spill onto his balls. He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, crushing her mouth with his as he continued to pound into her from behind.
She was beyond words, a wild animal with no thought or reason. All that mattered was this fucking, and he was going to make her scream. He pulled her hair tightly, feeling the resistance of her scalp beneath his grip. He drove into her with each powerful thrust, his hips meeting her ass cheeks with a satisfying smack.
"I love you, Liz," he said, his voice guttural and raw, every word torn from deep within him as if he were tearing himself open for her.
"I love you too, Jay," she gasped, each breath catching in her throat as he continued to slam into her. Her voice sounded almost destroyed, torn apart by the overwhelming wave of pleasure that threatened to drown them both.
"Cum for me again, baby," Jay ordered, his voice a hoarse command.
Her legs shook, barely able to hold her upright, as Jay thrust into her with renewed urgency.
"Do you feel what you do to me, Liz?" Jay asked, his voice thick with lust. "You make me so fucking hard I can barely think straight."
Liz couldn't respond with words, instead her pussy relaxed as even more wetness flooded out of her as her bones turned to jelly.
Jay felt her weaken, and pulled out of her. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around with ease, laying Liz on the counter.
His hardened cock lined up with her entrance, and he positioned himself above her, his hands cupping her cheeks as he gazed into her bright blue eyes.
The coolness of the granite sent a shiver down her spine, in stark contrast to his hot, hard body enveloping hers.
"Do you still want this?" he asked, dry umping his drenched cock against her entrance.
Liz what the kids these days like to call, cock-drunk. "Mmm... Jesus, Jay, I can hardly speak," she panted, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.
"That's cute," Jay replied, a smug grin spreading across his lips as he enjoyed the sight of her flushed face and bulging breasts. "but its also not an answer to my question."
He dipped the head of his cock inside her, slowly teasing her entrance.
Elizabeth moaned as she felt him entering her once more, a little farther this time than before, "Oh-- fuck, yes."
Jay's eyes flicked down, watching his cock disappear into her glistening folds, his body shuddering at the sensation. He pulled back until just the head remained, leaving both of them wanting more.
"So you do want more, huh?" Jay growled, pulling back again, this time leaving her dripping wet and begging for more.
"More! Give me more, Jay!" Liz screamed, her voice echoing in the large kitchen.
With a hungry growl, Jay thrust into her once more, filling her completely this time, their joining felt like a thunderclap, echoing through the room.
Now with her mouth in open air, Liz turned into quite the cheerleader, "Yesss!" she cried out as his cock hit her g-spot. "Baby, that's it! Right there! Don't stop, don't EVER fucking stop!"
"Never, Liz," Jay rasped, pumping into her, building up a steady rhythm. Every thrust was met with a gasp or moan from her lips, and his heart hammered in his chest as he felt the tightening of her walls around him.
"You give me EVERY GODDAMN DROP, JAY!" Liz screamed at him, her fingers intertwined with his as he pinned her hips to the granite.
Both of them felt Jay's balls tighten. Gone were the orgasms that made Liz loose, with the feeling of his balls tightening her pussy squeezed around his cock, milking him for everything he had.
Liz ordered, "You will fill your wife up with your cum. When you feel yourself ready to let go, I want you to bury yourself deep inside me, like nothing else matters. Do you understand? You will bury your cock so deep, whoever manages to pull your cock from me will be crowned King of England. You will fill my pussy with so much of your hot, cum that I will struggle to breathe." Elizabeth gasped out the words, each sentence coming out as ragged and desperate moans, barely clinging to reality.
Jay couldn't even process what she had said, aside from the fact that she wanted him to cum inside her. And that- that was all he needed.
His balls tightened to knots so tight it almost hurt, and his spine tingled with the familiar feeling of an orgasm tearing through him.
With a guttural cry, he plunged deep inside her. Elizabeth squeezed around him as hard as she could, the feeling of her pussy rippling around him like a greedy fist. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her heels into his lower back and urging him deeper into her.
Jay arched his back, throwing his head back and roaring as he came for what felt like hours.
Elizabeth felt each spurt of cum fill her up, and the warm, wet feeling sent shivers down her spine. She squeezed every muscle in her body, trapping and milking him for all he had, and he gladly gave it to her.
"Keep going, Jay," Liz cooed in his ear, her hands tracing patterns on his sweat slicked back. "I haven't had enough of you yet." She knew he was far from being done. She felt his cock continue to pulse as streams of cum continued to fill her.
Jay was no stranger to huge loads, but this one seemed excessive even by his standards.
He couldn't even believe the amount he was releasing in her, thick jets of semen that kept on coming, jetting out of his cock with a feverish intensity he'd never experienced before.
It was almost as if the relief in his body was too much to bear, and Jay couldn't help but let out a primal cry that echoed through the kitchen, reverberating off the glass windows and marble flooring.
Elizabeth wriggled in delight, moaning softly to herself as Jay continued milking her pussy with his rock-hard member.
She could feel each spurt of semen deep inside her, filling her to bursting point.
Then like a faucet, Jay stopped shooting, and his cock softened so fast it was like someone had flipped a switch.
He collapsed onto her, both of them panting heavily and sweaty, listening to the sound of their ragged breathing mingling together as the aftershocks continued to rock their bodies.
"Wow," Liz finally uttered, their connection broken. They lay quietly for a moment, collecting themselves, before they started laughing together, "I didn't expect that to happen."
John smiled at Liz, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Liz playfully swatted John's arm, "It has been a whole twelve hours, yes." She giggled, "But who's counting?"
Jay laughed, catching his breath. "I guess I just can't resist you, Babe."
Jay went to the fridge and pulled out the brand new bottle of wine they'd bought a couple of hours ago. He removed the cork and didn't even reach for a glass before taking a swig from the bottle itself.
"Whoa there, cowboy. Save some for me," Liz joked.
Jay responded by pouring some on her breasts in protest. She squealed and tried to dodge, but he aimed well and a few drops lingered at the valley between her tits. He eyed them adoringly as she brushed the wine off of her skin.
"You better take care of that," she warned, arching one brow with a sly smile. John crossed the room in a flash, his movements calculated as he closed the distance. He mounted her atop the island and dove his mouth into the wine soaked valley of her chest, lapping and sucking away the alcohol from her skin.
"You're a beast," Liz chuckled.
"Mmm, that's the stuff," he grinned, lifting his gaze to meet Elizabeth's.
She had that familiar look of lust in her eyes that always made him weak in the knees. He knew then that the next wave of mind-blowing sex was imminent.
"Give me that damn bottle," Liz demanded as she tried desperately to reach it from across the island while John's head was buried between her breasts.
But John would not give it over so easily, and instead used it to his advantage, showering her chest with the fragrant wine.
Then he let out the words that would instantly set both of their pants, if they were wearing any, on fire: "Say 'please', and I'll give you the bottle, my queen."
"No. You'll give me the bottle, or I swear to god-" Elizabeth threatened, before her words were cut off by a guttural moan as Jay's mouth found her left nipple.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something?" he mumbled around the sensitive flesh, reveling in the way her back arched involuntarily beneath him.
Liz saw the game he was playing, and she was ready to play it too. She hooked her legs around his obliques and rolled him onto his back, suddenly straddling him atop the island.
Liz wordlessly grabbed the bottle of wine, taking a huge swig and not missing a beat before tipping it upside down, dousing Jay's well-toned torso with the cherry Merlot.
Liz then lapped up the pooling liquid, savoring the tart flavor on her tongue along with the musky taste of her husband. Her mouth toyed with every taut muscle in his torso, her tongue swirling and wriggling on his abs and chest. She kept on licking, savoring the skin and liquid mixture she couldn't quite get enough of.
Jay's previous load was now freely flowing out of her and pooling on the kitchen island with the remainder of the spilled wine.
Liz asked Jay, "What does it feel like?"
He responded with a gasp, "What the hell does what feel like?"
Liz grabbed the bottle once more, swallowing another unbelievable gulp practically trying to drown herself in wine, not daring to spill another drop on the man beneath her.
"What does it feel like to shut your brain off and just fuck like it's life or death?" Liz's tone was oddly almost sad, like she truly wished she could just let herself go that easily.
"What the-- Liz, what the fuck are you talking about?" Jay stuttered, confused by her sudden change of tone.
"Like a moment ago, when you weren't thinking of anything except filling me up with your cock. I have never, not in all my relationships, not even with you now, experienced something so animalistic, so instinctual, so purely visceral," Liz explained, a wistful expression on her face.
"It's like something clicks for you completely out of nowhere and you give yourself over to...I don't even know. You just... It felt like you wanted me so badly that you couldn't help but take me, right then and there. Nothing before or after mattered, just that moment of pure instinct and desire. I want that feeling. Me. So. Badly." Elizabeth finished as she grabbed the bottle in both hands and sucked back another swig, finishing it in one gulp.
Jay could see that she was serious. He knew that look well - she was on a mission. And God help him, he was always ready to join her in whatever mission she had.
"I don't know, Liz. I've never really thought about it. It just... happens," Jay replied, trying to find the right words to explain.
"But what does it feel like?" Liz persisted, her voice still tinged with frustration or wonder, Jay couldn't tell, "I mean, is it like a switch flips? Do you just suddenly become primal and lose control? Or is it more gradual? And what happens after... do you feel guilty? Regretful? Or is it just pure relief?" Elizabeth asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
Jay hesitated before answering, searching for the words to explain the inexplicable. "I think it's...a mix of both. It starts with this slow burn. Like a fire that just keeps getting bigger and bigger until it's a raging inferno. And then... yeah, I guess it's like a switch flips. I don't think about anything except being inside of you, feeling you around me. And then, after, when I'm lying there, spent and exhausted, all I feel is satisfaction. I don't regret it, or feel guilty about it. I just feel... lucky," Jay answered honestly.
"Lucky?" Liz wistfully repeated, gazing into his eyes, a hunger clear in her own aroused gaze. "I want that... I guess." Liz trailed off, lost in thought.
She felt Jay's gaze on her, piercing through her skin like a heated knife. He seemed to understand what she was asking, even if she didn't quite know how to articulate it herself.
"Let's clean up," Jay suggested, breaking the silence. "Then maybe we can finish this game."
Liz shook her head pleading, "No. I want it now." Liz didn't know what 'it' was, but she knew that whatever it was, she knew that she wanted it with every ounce of her being.
Liz asked, "show me."
Jay cocked his head to the side, unsure. "Show you what?"
Liz arched her brow, staring at him meaningfully. "You know what. Show me how to flip that switch." Liz said with a determined glint in her eyes.
Jay looked taken aback, surprised by his wife's boldness. "But Liz, I don't know if I can-"
"Fucking do it, Jay," Liz interrupted him hastily. "I want to feel this 'switch'. I need it. Help me find it," Liz pleaded, not caring how desperate or demanding she sounded.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's just-- I want to forget about everything for a while, you know?" Liz said, her eyes swimming with tears. "I want to just let go and lose myself in you. So, fucking show me, Jay," Elizabeth said, her voice shaking as she pleaded with him.
Jay hesitated, unsure of how to guide Elizabeth in this intimate act. But he could see the desperate longing in her eyes, and knew he had to help her.
"What do you want, Liz?" Jay asked gruffly.
Liz remained straddling him, "I don't fucking-" she began, suddenly cut off with Jays fingers shushing her lips.
"What do you want?" Jay asked, emphasizing the 'you' and pressing his thumb gently into Liz's lower lip, feeling the velvety softness against his skin.
"Don't tease me," Liz growled, snapping her teeth at his thumb, but Jay didn't back down.
"Tell me," he persisted, his gaze unyielding.
Liz's heart pounded in her chest as he stared at her, waiting for an answer.
"I want...I want..." Liz stammered, trying to find the words, "I want...I want-"
But before she could finish, Jay took matters into his own hands.
He growled, "Say it, Liz."
"I want...you...to..." Liz couldn't find a single word to say, a single coherent thought to form as Jay's hand wrapped around her throat, not tightly enough to cause her discomfort or cut off her airway, but just tight enough.
"Say it," Jay snapped, "Say the goddamn words."
"I want you to touch me, Jay." Liz unexpectedly whispered, her eyes still locked on his.
Jay's grip on her throat loosened slightly at her words, "Say it like you mean it," he growled, his stare boring into her as he waited for her to continue.
"I- I want you to touch me, Jay," Liz repeated, her voice trembling.
Jay's gaze darkened at her words, "Are you sure?" he asked, "Say it like you're a fucking woman who knows what she wants. Like you're a woman who knows how to take what she wants. Like you're a woman who's not afraid to ask for what she wants. Like you're a woman who knows exactly what she needs."
Liz's heart raced in her chest, but she didn't back down from his gaze. "I am a fucking woman who knows what she wants," she said, her voice stronger now and more confident. "And what I want is for you to touch me, Jay."
Jay's grip tightened on her throat again, but this time he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Then tell me where you want me to touch you."
"Touch my fucking tits," Liz felt like the words had been ripped from deep within her, a need she didn't even know she had.
Jay didn't hesitate before he grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them roughly.
Liz gasped and arched her back, pressing her chest further into his grip as he tweaked her nipples, eliciting a moan from her.
"Your tits feel fucking amazing, Liz," Jay growled, his hips bucking upwards, grinding his erection against her ass.
"Jay," Liz moaned, licking her lips as he continued to roll and twist her nipples between his fingers, turning them into hard, aching peaks.
"Like so fucking perfect," Jay said, leaning forward enough to use his teeth on her nipples, gently biting down to arouse her further.
Liz cried out, the sting of his teeth on her sensitive skin driving her mad with pleasure.
She gripped the island countertop for support, her nails digging in deeply as Jay's mouth claimed her nipples, sucking and biting mercilessly. Her chest heaved with each heavy breath, her ass grinding against the full length of his hard cock.
"God, I love feeling your cock between my ass cheeks," Liz moaned, her body arching towards him. Jay grunted in agreement, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He wasn't above admitting that he, too, loved feeling her like this - her ass pressed against his cock, her back arched, and her body eagerly seeking more friction.
"Goddamnit, you're so fucking hot, Liz," Jay said, his hands leaving her breasts and tracing their way down her sides before settling on her hips.
His fingers gripped her flesh possessively, holding her in place, "What do you want me to do now?" he asked, his breath hot on her neck.
Liz's entire body was tingling with anticipation, "I-I-I-I-I-I-I want you to touch me, and-and-and make me feel things." Liz's voice trembled as she spoke, her breath hitching.
Jay grabbed at the base of her hair and pulled her head back, "BE SPECIFIC, LIZ" he ordered.
For the first time in Liz's life, an indescribable color rose to her cheeks as she found 'the switch'. The emotions in her mind flipped it just long enough for her to say, "I am going to sit my pussy on your mouth and I want you to lick it like a fucking savage until I can't help but scream your name."
The words alone almost made her climax. She hadn't known these words existed, and even if she did, the idea of saying them out loud was unfathomable, but there she was saying them with such certainty.
Jay's grip tightened on her hips as his breath caught from the shock of what he just heard. He looked up at her with a hunger that made her blood turn to lava. Her body was feverish and ready for him.
She moved herself over his face, guiding her slick heat to his mouth.
"Fucking do it, Jay," she whispered as she rubbed her pussy all over his mouth, taunting him.
Jay didn't hesitate as he plunged his tongue deep inside her wetness, licking and sucking with everything he had.
The moment he started, Liz's legs shook with pleasure, her back arching as his tongue began exploring the folds of her vulva. She clawed at the kitchen island, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he focused on her clit.
"Oh, FUCK!" Elizabeth screamed out, practically sobbing from the intensity. "Oh, goddamnit, I'm so close already, Jay... don't STOP..." she begged.
But Jay had no intention of stopping; if anything, his tongue's movements intensified as he savored the taste of her arousal.
Liz sat her entire weight on his face, her hands gripping the island countertop as she had before, but with a new sort of urgency.
She pressed her pussy into his mouth, unable to help herself as she ground against him.
"You will keep eating me out, Jay," she said, breathless and bold. "And you will make me scream for you."
The same indescribable color rushed to her cheeks again, and Elizabeth reveled in the rush she got from saying such brazen words.
He held her hips hard, grinding her cunt against his mouth, licking and sucking as she ordered.
Liz’s pussy was so slick and swollen with desire; she could hardly believe it belonged to her. Each flick of his tongue brought a gasp to her lips, her toes curling in response.
"Fucking do it Jay," she commanded, throwing her head back and arching her back wantonly.
"My clit, right there," she practically purred, unable to remain still atop his face.
Jay laser focused on her clit, all out assaulting it with his mouth, devouring her relentlessly like a man possessed.
Liz grabbed his hair with both hands, pulling it harshly as she rode his face, grinding her wetness against his mouth like she was determined to leave her mark.
"Fuck yes, eat me out, Jay. Don't ever stop," she groaned, her eyes starting to roll back with each wave of pleasure washing over her.
Jay's tongue was uncannily skilled, reaching places inside her that she had never been touched before, and Liz could feel herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of climax.
"You will give me every single fucking orgasm I want, Jay," Elizabeth demanded, her words strangled by pleasure as she thrust her hips harder against his face. She was riding Jay like a wild stallion, her movements driven by primal necessity.
The pleasure was so intense she could hardly think or speak, she just knew that she needed more, and Jay was willing to give her everything.
Elizabeth's hips rolled faster, grinding her clit against Jay's mouth, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps as her orgasm approached.
Liz sounded like a horror movie villain , screaming "GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME!" She rode his face like a supercharged mechanical bull while swearing like a sailor, calling into question all the gods of every known religion, claiming her husband's tongue as a gift from each one of them. "GIVE IT TO ME! FUUUUCKK!" she roared, sounding like she was about to explode at any second and take the whole kitchen with her.
"Oh FUCK! YES!" Liz shouted, her thighs clamping down around Jay's head, warming his ears while also crushing his skull into into the marble. Hell, she probably would've broken it through sheer force alone if she had enough time to wind up. But, let's just say the only thing that broke that day was the fruity China on the window sill.
The orgasm that hit Liz was unlike any other. Liz had had strong orgasms before, but they usually rolled in, cresting like a wave and subsiding slowly. Like the orgasms she had had on their honeymoon: they had been passionate, intense, even overwhelmingly beautiful. But they all left her with this serene peace, a stillness that seemed somehow holy. This orgasm was different. Like the Hulk bursting out of Dr. Banner's clothes, it was fierce and unapologetic. It demanded an audience. It wasn't something to be contained or caged, it had to be let loose.
Liz had never been a loud lover, not even when they were first dating and fucking on every available surface in their first tiny apartment together like bunnies gone feral.
But right now, the entire neighborhood knew that Elizabeth was having an otherworldly experience, and she wasn't going to apologize for it. She shrieked at the ceiling and walls as if invoking God and demon alike.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCKKKKKKK!" she cried, as her hands found purchase on her own breasts. She couldn't even tell how hard she was squeezing them, but it didn't matter; the pain was nothing compared to the orgasm that was threatening to blow her mind.
All her other orgasms left her tired, ready for bed or maybe to cuddle under a blanket and listen to some music.
But this orgasm felt like pure cocaine injected straight into her bloodstream. She felt an intense adrenaline rush that left her completely exhilarated, her nerves on fire, and her body shaking involuntarily.
Liz's back arched, and her fingers dug into Jay's hair as she grinded against his face one last time. Then she collapsed onto the island, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Jay began hyperventilating, making up for the oxygen he had been denied while eating her out. His hands were shaking, and his mouth was sore from serving as her release valve.
Even still, his ego could be seen from space.
However, Liz was not done. Oh no, not even close. She had just come harder than she ever had before, and she wanted more. Her body still trembled with aftershocks, but her mind was racing with possibilities.
"Goddamn, Elizabeth... You just fucking obliterated me," Jay gasped out weakly as he sat up onto his elbows.
"Shit, Jay. I'm sorry," Elizabeth replied, blinking as she tried to regain her bearings.
Jay shook his head, grinning from ear to ear, "Don't you ever fucking say sorry about that. That was...-" Jay didn't even try to finish his sentence. He was too caught up in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.
But he could think of one, "Do you want to be done?"
Liz shook her head, "No, I'm not done yet. I want more. I want you to fuck me right here, right now." Liz said, the rush of her orgasm still resonating within her.
Jay asked for the final time, "What do you want?" He heard what she previously said, but her demanding tone was hot, and when in Rome...
The emotions in her mind now knew what 'the switch' was and now flipped it to its fullest extent. Elizabeth didn't need to respond verbally; her expression said everything.
She sat up fully, swinging a leg over Jay, and mounted him so that she was straddling his hips. She looked him dead in the eye, and the darkness reflected in her gaze made Jay's heart skip a beat. Without uttering a single word, she reached down between them and lined his cock up with her entrance, biting her lower lip.
"What do you want? Tell me, Liz," Jay demanded, he was poking a lion and he knew it.
She arched an eyebrow and gave him a smoldering look. "I'm gonna fuck you with this pussy and make you scream my name," she stated unequivocally.
Somewhere in Liz's mind, she understood that she had never been this bold before. These words would never pass her lips even in the most risqué of fantasies. But here in the kitchen, with her husband's hard cock pressed against her wet folds, she felt like a goddess.
An all-powerful, sex-driven goddess who could command everything in her path to bend to her will.
Liz wasted no time in slamming herself down on Jay's cock, taking every inch of him into her pulsating pussy with one swift thrust.
Liz moaned as she felt Jay's length filling her up, "You like that?" she asked breathlessly as she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against him.
"Fuck, Liz," he groaned, his teeth gritted from the ecstasy. "Goddamn. This. Pussy."
Liz smiled wickedly, her own pleasure mounting as she felt him fill her completely. "Like it?" she asked, her voice dripping with sex appeal.
"Do you like how I fuck you with this wet, tight pussy of mine?" Liz was now fully in her role, letting her wilder side take over.
Jay couldn't help but groan as he felt Elizabeth's tight, wet pussy clench around his cock. He couldn't believe that this was his wife, the woman he had married and spent every day with for the past five years. The woman he loved and cherished above all else. And yet here she was, riding him like a goddamn stallion, talking dirty to him, and commanding him to do her bidding.
And fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing he had ever experienced.
"Yes," Jay grunted, gripping her hips as she rode him at a maddeningly slow pace. "I love it, Liz. This pussy is fucking perfect."
Liz's confidence grew with each word he spoke, her body moving on autopilot.
"God, you feel so good inside me. I can't get enough of you," Elizabeth panted, bucking her hips faster.
"You asked what I want, Jay? I want to own this cock. I want to make you scream my name and beg for more, just like I did," Elizabeth demanded, her eyes burning with desire.
She continued with a wicked smile, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "And I want to come all over your cock like a fucking faucet, Jay."
"I want to use your cock until you can't take it anymore. I want to fuck you so hard that you forget every thought in your head except for me." Elizabeth whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Elizabeth groaned, her body leaning back so she looked down on her husband. "I want every drop of my cum to cover your entire dick, paint it a beautiful mess."
"LLllLLIIIIIIIIIIZ!" Jay roared, his grip on her hips tightening. "You...goddamn...fuck. YES. Ohmyfuckinggod! Goddammit, Liz. I'm losing my mind," Jay whimpered as his wife's body bucked against him, riding him like a rodeo queen reining in a wild bronco. The veins in his neck bulged as he struggled to restrain himself, fighting the urge to pump his hips up into hers in a frenzied, primal dance.
"You like that, don't you, husband?" Elizabeth snarled, her eyes shining bright in the dim light as they connected, flames flickering in their pupils.
"Goddamnit, Elizabeth, you're…" Jay stammered, struggling to find the words as he tightened his grip on her hips.
"A fucking wildcat. That's what you are." John murmured, locked in a passionate embrace with Elizabeth. His hands gripping the curves of her ass as he continued to thrust into her wet pussy.
"I've never felt this-...this animalistic...this wild...in my life," she admitted breathlessly.
It was fun poking the lion, and Jay did not disappoint. "What was it you asked me last night? Something long, 'what'd you do if I ran right now?'" Jay teased as his hands trailed up the sides of her body.
"Not a chance, you little shit," Elizabeth said, digging her nails into his shoulders. "You're not getting away until I've had my fill."
"Remember, I'm a freaking wildcat, Jay," Elizabeth breathed, her breath hitching as he cupped her breasts in his hands.
"My wildcat," Jay growled, before leaning forward and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight peak.
Elizabeth huffed, slapping his chest playfully. "You're such a cheeseball, John," she chuckled.
But beneath the laughter, her breath hitched as her husband continued to worship her body, tugging at her other nipple with his teeth and rolling it between his fingers. His cock was still fully inside of her, and Elizabeth still writhed on top of it, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.
She couldn't believe this was happening. Couldn't believe how much she wanted it. How much she needed it.
How good it felt to be this close to another human being after so many months of distance and uncertainty. How amazing it was to feel the warmth of someone else's skin pressed against hers, to hear the ragged sound of their breaths mingling with hers, to taste the sweat on their neck and shoulders.
Elizabeth felt a sudden rush of desire as she looked into Jay's eyes, and she started moving her hips in slow circles, grinding against him, feeling his cock move inside her.
Jay sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down gently.
She gasped, melting against him as he continued to tease her breasts with his mouth and hands, his fingers tracing light circles around her aching nipples.
Elizabeth's head fell back as she moaned, her entire body shivering with pleasure. "Ja-Jay," she stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
But Jay was in a world of his own. He had had energetic sex before, his honeymoon for example, but now his woman pushed every single button he didn't even know he had.
His cock felt like it was being electrocuted. Jay clenched his jaw and tried to think of anything but the warm, tight, wet grip of his wife's pussy around him.
But Liz noticed his closed eyes and whispered, "Hey, fucker, look at me. I want you to watch me while I ride your cock."
She reached down between them and grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing him tightly. "I want you to watch this pretty little pussy take every inch of your cock. I want you to see how wet I am for you, how much I want your cock inside me." Liz was begging him with her eyes, her voice dripping with lust.
Jay's eyes snapped open, and he looked down at where their bodies were joined. His cock was slick with her juices, and he could see her pussy stretching to accommodate him.
Jay could hardly breathe, but he was determined to not beg for mercy. His jaw was clenched, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Liz had him right where she wanted him. She took him to the hilt and stopped, letting him feel every inch of her pussy clenched around him.
Liz leaned forward forward, her breath hot on his ear. "You want more, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a low growl.
The only answer Liz would get would be Jay's cock twitching with enough force that a Liz felt every nerve ending in her body light up like a Fourth of July firework display.
But right now Liz had the concentration of a brain surgeon. Jay's temple was pressed against her cheek, and she could feel his pulse racing. She knew, or perhaps she didn't, that he was close. She could sense it deep within her, in the way his body tensed and his breath hitched.
Liz delicately bit down on Jay's earlobe, her teeth barely grazing the skin, and whispered, "Beg me, Jay."
His cock jumped inside her, but Jay was delirious from the pleasure and found it impossible to form words.
No matter, Liz was nothing if not patient. She placed her mouth next to his ear again and whispered, “I said, beg me, Jay.”
She felt his cock throb within her, but she still didn’t get the words she wanted. Instead, he gripped her so tight that red paw-like prints bloomed on her hips painlessly.
Liz let her lips ghost across Jay's neck, tracing the tendons and muscles beneath the surface, her teeth scraping gently between his ear lobe and collarbone.
“Beg,” Liz panted, “or I’ll stop.”
Instantly, Jay's hands that had been gripping her hips, grasped her back scratching at her spine as he crushed every bit of air from her lungs.
Liz moaned a soft "Yes," her voice like velvet against Jay's ear before Liz followed it up with, "Please Jay, say it. Say the fucking words."
Jay's head jerked up, his eyes meeting Liz's as he shuddered within her. He was fighting it, the words, the release, but Liz could feel him losing the battle.
"say the three words, Jay. Beg." She demanded, her voice husky with desire and determination.
Jay's eyes rolled back, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. His entire body tensed for a moment before he finally gave in, his mouth opening as if to beg, but instead, a primal groan escaped.
Liz's eyes widened in surprise at the animalistic sound, and she felt a fresh wave of wetness drench her pussy, making her slippery and slick against his cock.
Jay let out a frustrated groan, "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!" He spat out, panting with desire and frustration.
"Not those three words," Liz corrected him. "I want to hear you say, 'i love you' or 'i need you' or even 'please'. Beg, Jay."
Jay gripped the base of her hair and pulled her head back, "YOU WANT ME TO BEG?" he growled.
"YES! BEG ME!" Liz demanded, feeling her own heat rise.
"I LOVE YOU !" Jay roared, his voice echoing off the marble kitchen countertops. "I NEED YOU, LIZ! I FUCKING NEED YOU! I WILL ALWAYS FUCKING NEED YOU, LIZ! YOU'RE MY FUCKING WORLD!"
Jay crushed their lips together as he held her to him, his arms wrapping around her back as he pulled her body against his.
His orgasm started the moment her lips touched his.
Each rope of cum was indistinguishable from the last. To say it was overwhelming would be the understatement of the century.
He felt like he was delivering every drop of cum he had made since the dawn of time. It wasn't a few pitiful spits and spurts; it was like a fucking geyser erupting from his cock, filling Elizabeth way, way, waayyyy beyond the point of overflowing.
"OH GOD, JAY, YES! CUM INSIDE ME, JAY! FILL ME UP!" she screamed, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms clutching him like a lifeline.
Jay couldn't believe how good it felt.
Eventually, the unstoppable stream of cum slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped.
Jay was spent, his body a limp, satisfied noodle. He relaxed his grip on Liz, his forehead resting against hers, their sweaty bodies still joined together.
"Holy shit, Jay," Liz panted, "I think you just came a fucking gallon inside me." Liz's voice was filled with awe and exhaustion. She looked down between their bodies, seeing the mixture of their cum leaking out of her and dripping onto the kitchen island.
Jay chuckled breathlessly, "That was...fuck. That was...something else."
Elizabeth giggled as she looked down at the man she straddled as if he were a stallion.
"You okay there, big guy?" she asked playfully.
Jay's dick was still buried deep inside her, but it was now softer than a noodle, completely 100% spent and exhausted.
Liz slid her hand between them, her fingers easily finding the sticky mess coating her pussy.
She brought them to her lips, sucking on them, tasting their combined flavors.
"Mm," she moaned appreciatively, licking her fingers clean.
Jay watched, mesmerized as she sucked her fingers, his cock twitching inside her at the sight.
"You look like a fucking porn star, Liz," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
"You like that, don't you?" she teased, her voice sultry.
Jay's balls were beyond empty, but the sight of his wife licking their combined juices off her fingers had him trying to rise to the occasion once more.
But only for a moment as a wild ache gripped his insides, warning him that he was running way past empty.
Liz could see in his eyes that there was nothing left in Jay, never before had this man been so utterly spent.
She felt like a queen, sitting atop her throne, her pussy overflowing with her husband's essence, her body aching from the intensity of their lovemaking.
.
She reeled in the feeling of his softened cock still inside of her, feeling the warmth spread through her body.
Liz smiled seductively, her tongue darting out to lick her lips again, tasting their combined arousal.
"I think it's time to clean up," she taunted, wiggling her hips ever so slightly, making Jay groan with exhaustion.
Liz dismounted from Jay, feeling his warm cum drip out of her and down her thighs.
As she stood next to the island she looked on like a conqueror surveying their battlefield, a wicked grin spreading on her face.
Jay watched her, propped up on his elbows, admiring the slow trickle of their mixed juices running down her legs. "Fuck, you look good like that," Jay murmured, his voice gruff with satisfaction. Liz smiled at him, "You're welcome. Now be a good boy and help me clean up."
Jay lifted himself up from the island, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice hoarse and breathless.
Liz walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was warm. She looked over her shoulder at Jay, "Get over here and help me."
Jay obeyed, standing behind her and reaching around to turn off the faucet. He caught her eye in the reflection of the window, "You're a mess," he said, his voice low and sultry.
"No, we're a mess," Liz corrected him, smirking. "And I fucking love it."
Jay chuckled, his hands sliding around her front in an attempt to cup her breasts, but Liz batted them away playfully.
"Uh-uh. One mess at a time. Grab the Lysol," Liz ordered as she turned back to the sink, picking up a soft sponge.
Together, in a flash, the island they cleaned up the kitchen. They made sure to tend to every last drip and drop of their combined fluids, ensuring that not a single trace remained.
"I think it's time for a shower," Liz said, turning off the water and tossing the sponge into the sink.
"I think you're right," Jay agreed, taking in her appearance. "You look like you could use a good wash. I'll race you!" Liz shouted as she sprang into motion, running down the hallway towards their bedroom.