He holds up his spoon to offer me a bite, and I take it without hesitation. Until halfway to my mouth, when I have a new idea.
Slowly, the metal handle spins between my fingertips, and when the cold ice cream hits his bare chest, Denver inhales sharply through gritted teeth.
“Shit.” He moves to wipe it with his hands when I aggressively stop him with the swat of my hand.
And I lick my man like a goddamn ice cream cone. Weaving up his abs, cleaning every groove in his muscle until I swirl around a nipple and smile up at him.
The column of his neck quivers with a hard swallow. “Holy fuck,Blair. You’re so goddamn hot.”
“Yeah? Come here, baby. Let me have my dessert and eat it, too.” I jerk at the waist of his pants, and he lifts his ass up enough to let me pull them off, until he’s wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and a thick erection.
My palm wraps around his girth, and I give a couple slow tugs to elicit a moan from him. With my free hand, I push hard on his chest, forcing him back so he’s propped up on his elbows. And without breaking eye contact, I suck the head of his cock into my mouth for a moment. Just enough to have him grumbling when I pop off.
“That’s my good boy.” I bite my bottom lip, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the way his cock flicks when my nails run along the soft skin of his inner thigh. “My husband needs his cock sucked, doesn’t he?”
“Fucking hell. Call me your husband again.”
“Does myhusbandneed his wife to take care of him?”
He nods, then groans when I take his pulsating cock back into my mouth. He’s needy in the best way, grabbing at my hair and moaning under his breath while he fills every bit of space left in my mouth. Thrusting forward with a spontaneous convulsion that makes my eyes water. Whimpered curse words slip from his lips with every dip of my head; he’s practically feral, and that only makes me want to please him so much more.
“Such a good wife. Always so fucking greedy for a mouthful of my cock.” He wipes a dribble of spit from my chin, thrusting his hips upward to fuck my face.
His dick slips from between my lips, taking a strand of saliva with it, and I stare up at him while I lick it away. He quivers, and I reach for the ice cream with a devilish smirk. Denver eyes me as I take a heaping scoop, tilting his head with a blend of confusion and excitement.
Strawberry pink droplets fall from the spoon’s edge, splattering in an uneven row along his shaft, and he jolts with a hiss after every freezing sensation. My lips slide around his cock, taking him as deep into my throat as I can manage with the way his hips buck under me. Letting the warmth of my mouth finish melting the ice cream, and he thrusts deeper when I swallow around his shaft.
“Fucking…damn it, Blair.” He gasps. “Holy shit, that feels so weird, butgood.”
So I repeat it, drizzling half-melted ice cream over him. He moans at the cold, tangling his hands in my hair in an effort to get me to suck it off. Only this time, I refuse to rush—slow, attentive licks ensure every last sticky, sweet taste of ice cream has been cleaned from his hard cock. Getting the perfect mixture of salty and sweet when he leaks pre-cum from his tip.
“Tastes even better eating it this way.” I dive back in and lick his cock from base to tip in one slow, steady stroke.
Then I take him fully into my mouth, clenching my thighs together at his sounds of pleasure. My hair wrapped around his hand, Denver guides me to bob in his lap.
“Yes,” he hisses. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Take all of it.”
Reaching between my legs, I press two fingers over my soaking wet underwear and apply steady pressure to my clit. Desperate for relief, overcome with a knotted warmth that’s aching to unravel below my belly button.
All at once, he forces my mouth from him with a raspymoan. “Ride me, baby. I don’t want to come before my cock’s been inside your sweet, wet pussy.”
Me neither.
For safety purposes, I pool saliva on my tongue and go down on him with a final, attentive bob. My cheeks hollow to suck any remaining ice cream from his cock. The back of my hand swipes across my mouth to clean up the excessive amount of spit, and I consider whether the sloppy mess I’ve made of his lap is enough to clean him well enough.
Fuck it.
Helping shimmy my underwear down my thighs, he stares up at me with a look of bliss. “Jesus Christ, I have the sexiest wife in the world.”
The title makes my heart flip. Somehow—by some stroke of fate or luck…maybe both—I’ve been given the opportunity to love this man twice in a single lifetime.
I lean in to kiss him, positioning myself so his cock bobs against my entrance. And I grip it, stroking while dragging the head between my pussy lips, eagerly watching every telling expression on his face.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His fingers dig into my thighs. “Be a good wife and sit on my cock. I want your cum dripping down me like ice cream.”
The tip slips in with ease, and I slowly settle onto his lap with a moan. The stretch of my muscles around his cock makes me throw my head back in ecstasy, with hair cascading down my back and the autumn sun warm on my face. His hands find their way to my hips, bunching my dress up so he can watch himself sink into me, and keeping me steady as I come close to falling apart. Being here with him is heaven on Earth, and when he drives upward to ensure I’m getting every last damn millimeter of his cock, I swear there are angels singing.
Denver adjusts the angle slightly, hitting my G-spot with a whimper. I moan and fall forward until our foreheads touch.And he thrusts with a new primal need while sweeping my hair away from our faces.
