Between my breasts.
Across the soft dip of my stomach.
Every touch is slow. Intentional.
And it sets me on fire.
“Fuck, Honey, you taste so good,” Eb growls, licking into my mouth with delicious intent.
It’s like he’s staking a claim—not just of my body, but of the cracks in my heart too.
There’s just something about him that makes me want to trust him, makes me want to believe he’s being honest and truthful when he says he never meant to hurt me.
“I swear, Marigold. Never wanna hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. Wanna protect you. Wanna claim you again, mate.”
“Oh, Eb,” I moan and open for him.
His hand slides down my sides, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. His kisses make me weak, conjuring wetness between my thighs, and I want him more than ever.
Somehow, we slide off the couch, and wind up on the thick carpet right between the beautiful tree and the roaring fire inside the beautifully decorated fireplace.
“Fuck, Honey, gotta taste you,” he growls, licking a path down my body, between the valley of my breasts, my soft belly, and my sensitive thighs.
Eb uses his wide shoulders to press my legs open, his eyes are glowing with his animal, and they are locked on mine as he leans down and licks my pussy.
“So sweet. My Honey,” he growls, pressing one then two fingers inside as he latches onto my clit and sucks.
His hands grip my wide hips and he shoves his face into my slit, sucking, licking, fucking me so good.
Better than good.
It’s perfect.
I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my thighs onto the rug.
But I’m too far gone to care about any of that.
“Eb!” I yell his name, clutching at his hair with my fingers.
He moans, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling through me, and oh God, I start to come. Hard.
“Delicious, Honey,” Eb growls and kneels between my thighs.
I can’t move. I can hardly breathe.
Holy fucking shit, my mate is so good at eating pussy.
“That’s right. And I love eating your pussy, but right now I’m gonna fill it with this cock. Gonna claim you, mate. Wanna do it right this time. You want that too, don’t you? Tell me.”
“Yes. I want that. I want you to claim me, Eb. I want to be yours,” I whisper, eyes wide as he strokes his long, hard length, rubbing the pearl of precum leaking at the tip all over his mushroomed head.
Then he places himself at my entrance, and my mouth opens in a silent moan as he presses inside slowly, so fucking slowly.
Oh, God.
I feel every hot, hard inch of him as he stretches me—slowly, reverently—like he’s savoring the moment just as much as I am.
My back arches off the plush rug, the thing adding some cushion beneath us but honestly, I wouldn’t care if we were on asphalt—as long as he never stops doing that right there. Oh God!
