The white nightgown covered her from shoulders to knees, but he took little notice of that. He positioned her in front of his rippling taut body, spooned to her back. His hand slipped up inside her nightgown to feel her breasts while he kissed the back of her neck. "Only one way to be sure," he whispered to her. His erection was pressing against her bottom. He had a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking as she ground back against his prominent bulge. He was not interested in her carefully selected panties either. He tugged them from her hips, and she kicked them down her legs as he shifted slightly lower and aligned his penis with the opening to her womb. It slipped through her soaking wet lips, so she tilted her pelvis forward, presenting him with a more suitable angle for penetration. She braced one hand against the wooden bedhead, then cupped the underside of his penis with her fingers, wet where they had trailed over her aroused flesh, and she guided his next thrust into her body. His front was pressed against her back, covering her with heavy male heat.
"Yeah, like that," he groaned into her hair.
"Yes, like that," she murmured in response, reaching her free hand behind her shoulder, gripping his head and holding it while his big, calloused hand moved down over her belly and his fingers parted her sex, and his thick, smooth shaft surged through.
Anne moaned, arching her back and keeping herself open and presented so he could service her as deeply as possible. His rough fingers continued rubbing and feeling into her slick folds, intensifying the stimulation down there until her orgasm overwhelmed her thoughts and her body, and thumped through her belly with such force that she actually screamed.
"Yeah, like that," he breathed into her neck and hair again, teasingly that time. He had relented with his fingers, but he was yet to climax and was still moving in and out of her. It was a slow, sensual motion. She was so completely soaked that he slipped out and through her lips a time or two, and had to use his thick fingers to reposition himself. Anne was still holding his head with her hand around the back of his neck. Her other hand was cramping, she had been gripping the comforter so hard since the peak of her orgasm.
The slow, measured thrusts of her husband's penis soon brought on another wave of orgasmic convulsions for Anne. He then began to lose the control he had been teasing her with, and he held her in place to finish himself off, depositing another serve of baby-making fluid as deep inside her as he could.