Her elbows and back resting on the marble counters of Shane's skyrise apartment, Paris threw her head back as she felt her climax building. Her husband was submerged nose-deep between her legs and he didn't look to be coming up for air anytime soon. It was raining in Manhattan, the sky was grey and the scenery below them was no longer visible. They were sitting above the clouds as Mother Nature ran her course. Her legs spread, his hands gripped firmly around her thighs, holding her in place. Paris moaned as Shane devoured her like a meal.
"I'm about to cum," Her voice almost a whisper, struggling to regulate her breathing. She grinded harder against his mouth while he sucked and licked her clean of any evidence he was ever there.
Which was useless because the faucet never ran dry for Shane Carter. As long as he was in control her water park ran year round. Rising from the bar stool, Shane licked his lips as he admired his wife's body. Plenty of pregnancy's later her body had only evolved. The stretch marks that were barely visible on her perfectly toned stomach only reminded him that it had once formed his kids from scratch. The lines on her breasts evidence of having once used her body to feed those kids. Her body was perfection.
"Not yet," He said, picking her up, Shane carried his wife over to the long couch overlooking the clouds. Laying her flat on her back, he wasted no time pulling his dick from his shorts filling her up with his wrath of hardness.
Her moans became louder the deeper he managed to go. "Pussy so damn good," His lips to her ear, the thunder and lust in his voice sent chills down her spine as she came undone in front of him.
The outside weather had nothing on her, the more he stroked the wetter her pussy became.
Her legs rested in the creases of his arms, he had them pent back, folded like a pretzel as he stroked all of her worry, sadness, and stress away.
Paris' gasps and moans filled the air, as she felt her second climax building. Running wasn't working anymore. He was on her ass no matter where she managed to scoot. And the grip he had on her waist didn't allow her to go far.
Placing her palm to his stomach, Paris' attempt at pushing him away failed as Shane swatted her hand away. "Move your hand," He demanded, "You can take it, baby," His left hand made its way up her body, he didn't stop until it was around her neck.
He lightly squeezed, turning her head in the opposite direction as he placed soft kisses from her ear to her chest.
"Oh my god!" Paris's mouth fell open as she fought to keep herself from coming, "Aaaah, fuck, I'm about to cum" She moaned out, her legs wrapped around his waist and her nails digging into his skin.
"I know baby, I know," he groaned, the sound of his voice only made her body weaker. She wasn't ready to cum, it was all too good and she didn't want it to come to an end.
"Look at me," It came out like a command. Her eyes opened meeting his gaze. "Make a mess for me baby," he said, as he kissed and sucked on her lips.
Stilling beating her insides, he could feel her body tense up, the arch in her back grew deeper as her body did exactly what he had told her to do.
"Fuu-ck!" She screamed, her womanhood raining down on him.
Paris had his stomach and dick dripping with her juices "Just like that, mamas," he coached her, as she went limp in his arms. But his strokes never stopped, not until he had completely milked her dry. Standing to his feet, Shane watched as her legs shook as she attempted to close them.
"Turn over, we not done," He said, grabbing her hand, and helping her up. Shane flipped her over onto her stomach so that she was now bent over the couch. He could hear his wife groan as he filled her up from the back.
