To hell with being a gentleman, I’d decided, sliding my hand from its hold on her naked hip, along the seam of her belly, and then down between her thighs. I was going to wake her up as her husband. As the man who’d waited four years to have her, and who wasn’t going to waste a single second more.
“Shhh,” I cooed, pressing my lips to the corner of her neck just below her ear. “Just relax, my little wife.”God, I loved how she responded to that nickname.
Daisy let out a deep sigh, settling back against me with a soft moan as I stroked her slick slit.
“That’s it,” I praised, sliding her leg over my hip to give me better access to her core.
As soon as I thumbed her clit, her breath caught. “Max,” and then released, “I don’t…I can’t…” She grabbed for my wrist, trembling as she tried to stop me from pleasuring her. Herattempt was halfhearted. By the time she held my wrist, she was pressing my hand harder rather than pulling it away.
“You can,” I promised, easing my middle finger inside her slick heat. I felt her stiffen, her muscles sore from the way I’d stretched them last night. “You took me so good last night, little wife.” I couldn’t resist the temptation to feel her muscles flutter around me. “You deserve to be spoiled this morning.”
She moaned low and throaty as I rubbed her clit. I gritted my teeth as her body started to rock into my hand—and then back against my stiff cock.
“Max.” She shuddered. “I want you.”
“Later. You’re too sore this morning,” I growled, sliding my fingers faster. Harder. “And I’m too hungry.”
In one smooth movement, I slid down her body and wedged myself between her thighs, my mouth sinking onto the sweetness I’d been craving.
“Max!” Daisy cried out, gripping my head and bucking.
I smiled against her cunt, lapping at the sweet desire that coated my tongue before I set on her swollen clit. I could get used to waking up like this. No, I would get used to waking up like this, to enjoying every inch of my delicious wife before I shared her with the world.
“Oh god, Max. Yes…” she panted, her nails scoring my scalp when I started to suck on her clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing for more of what I wanted to give.
Her nails scraped and clawed at my head as I worked her over with my mouth. Sucking. Flicking. And biting just hard enough to turn my name into a chant. It only took minutes before her desire ran down my chin, her body trembling in its rush toward release. My cock swelled painfully, hanging heavy between my legs. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to sink into her tight heat and never leave. But it was too soon. Too soon for it not to be more pain than pleasure.
So I’d settle for eating the sweetest pussy known to man…which wasn’t settling at all.
“Max.Max…”Her body bowed, and I quickly supported her hips with my grip. I drew her clit between my lips again and sucked on it slowly, pulling harder and harder, bringing her higher and higher, until she shattered, and her desire flooded against my mouth.
Groaning, I lapped her pussy, savoring every drop of her sweet release until I felt the tension start to seep from her limbs, and her hands sagged from my head.
“You taste so sweet, my little wife,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her slit. “I could eat you for every meal.”
She let out a whimpered laugh. “I don’t think I’d survive that for very long.”
I lifted my head, meeting her eyes over her stomach, and grinned, “I’d make sure you did.” Tipping forward, I pressed another kiss to the top of her stomach and murmured, “Time for breakfast, Daze.”
She sighed softly, but as I climbed from the bed, she surprised me by grabbing my wrist. “What’s wrong?”
I’d know that stubborn stare anywhere, and I watched it lower from my gaze down to my groin. “I’m not getting up until you let me take care of you,” she insisted and then licked her lips.
Fuck.
I grabbed my length and blew out a hiss of pain. I should have more control than this. I usually did. But Iusuallywasn’t fucking the woman of my dreams.
“You want more of my cum?”
She nodded, so damn eager.
“So greedy for me,” I ground out, pumping my length. “Hungry for more of my cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned, and my cock pulsed. “Please, Max.”
“Eyes on me, my little wife,” I growled, turning toward her and starting to pump my length. “And stick out that pretty little tongue.”
She unrolled the pink velvet carpet to her mouth and held my stare until I painted it white.
