I coax out every last drop of her climax, ruthless, merciful, all of it at once.
She falls apart beautifully, her hips rocking, fingers yanking my hair to keep me where she needs me, a bitten-off curse that makes me grin into her skin and work harder.
The fig leaves murmur; the vineyard holds its breath. When she shatters, it’s with her eyes open, looking down at me like I just put the world back in the correct order.
After, she melts down the tree into my lap and I catch her easily, kissing every ounce of my own need into her until we breathe apart, gasping and shuddering.
She rests her cheek against my shoulder, our breaths mangling into one rhythm.
Then her fingers begin to move.
I realize the destination with a strangled breath a moment later.
“No, baby.”
“Yes,” she insists, eyes fierce. “Don’t deny me.”
She rearranges herself onto the grass and reaches for my belt. Draws it down over my steel-hard cock. She doesn’t miss a chance to dance her clever fingers over my length andoh fuck, stars sprinkle across my vision.
She pulls me out, lips parted as she strokes me from root to tip. “God, yes. Naomi…”
“Do you like that?”
A harsh laugh rips from my throat. “You know I do, you beautiful witch.”
The siren smile that curves her lips snags something deep in my chest. I push it down hard, breathe through it as she licks her lips with slow, saucy intent.
Then lowers her head.
The first touch of her mouth on my cock smashes a full-body shudder through me. She licks and sucks on my head, humming at the back of her throat like I’m her favourite dessert. And maybe I am. Because I’m melting beneath her touch, groaning and pleading and pumping into her mouth as my wife pleasures me.
A scathing thought impinged on where she learned to suck cock like this but I demolish it. Or hell, it demolishesitselfbefore it kills me. Settles on the hard truth that I haven’t been a monk in the last ten years.
Then my brain shifts the more pleasant image of watching her ass wriggle in the air as she sucks me deeper into her mouth, stretching her mouth to draw me down her throat.
I hiss my pleasure, bury my hands in her hair, my head thrown back. “Baby! Feels so good.”
She moans her approval, sucks me harder and I’m gone.
I pump once, twice, three times, and I clench my fingers. “I’m coming, baby. If you?—”
She shakes her head, shutting up my warning.
I suck in a long, ragged breath. Then with a muted roar I erupt into her mouth. She swallows my seed, then licks me clean.
And when she rises to sit on her knees, her panting matching mine, her eyes sparkle with wicked and pleased accomplishment.
Rough chuckles rumble through me as I gather her close.
My shirt is definitely ruined; her dress is definitely rumpled, her mouth swollen and beautifully bruised from her ministrations.
We look like we’ve both been loved hard and well, and I hope Enzo’s cameras catch nothing at all because some things belong to us alone.
She kisses me then, slow, full, tasting herself, tasting me, making a satisfied sound that punches a hole straight through my chest. I could live inside that sound and never miss Manhattan.
“Appeased?” I ask against her mouth, because I aim for wry and land somewhere stupidly soft.
She hums, a little smile threatening the corner of her lips. “Hmm… maybe. I reserve the right to request a repeat performance later.”
