Nell found herself on her back in the middle of her bed, Jack’s powerful body a delicious weight atop her. He kissed her deeply, sweetly, tenderly. His lips angled over hers, giving rather than taking, telling her without words how much he worshiped her. And she kissed him back, freely, with all the unfettered love in her heart. She kissed him back with gratitude and desire and so much awe.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in her throat. Between them, his cock was thick and stiff. Her cunny was achy and wet. She wanted him inside her. But Jack was in no rush.
He bit her earlobe, then licked the hollow beneath it, sending a pulse of heat to her core. “I love you, Nellie.” He dragged his lips down her throat, then sank his teeth into a particularly sensitive cord on her neck. “I love you everywhere, in every way. I love your skin, your beautiful breasts, your luscious mouth.” He kissed a path along her shoulder, before giving her another playful nip. “I love the way you smell and the sounds you make when you spend. I love the way you taste, and I love the way you feel wrapped around me when I am deep inside you.”
She undulated against him, his words heightening her need. “I want you inside me now, Jack. Please.”
“I like the way you beg, too.” He kissed down her breasts. “I like your pink, pebbled nipples.” He sucked on first one peak and then the other, wringing a moan from her. “I like the way you moan, too. I am going to make you moan a whole lot more before the night is over, Nellie darling.”
Her pearl was pulsing.
His sensual torture was exquisite.
He was exquisite. And hers. All hers.
“Tell me what else you like,” she urged him, her voice throaty.
He smiled against the curve of her breast. “I like biting your nipples until you make that sweet little mewl and then licking away the sting. You do not want that now, do you, my love?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “I do.”
He caught a nipple in his teeth and tugged. Sensation ricocheted through her, pooling between her legs. She grew even wetter. His tongue flicked over her, blunting the painful pleasure as he had promised.
He hummed his approval and moved lower. Kisses trailed down her belly. He licked into her navel, his hands caressing her hips. “I like the smoothness of your skin here, all your womanly curves.” Jack’s hands slid to her inner thighs, spreading her wider. Opening her. “And I fucking love your cunny and how drenched it gets for me.”
She moaned again, wanting his mouth on her. It was so close, his beautiful lips a scant inch away. “It is your cunny,” she told him, writhing beneath the onslaught of that emerald gaze. “All yours. I am all yours, heart, body, soul. Forever.”
“You are mine, aren’t you?” He licked up her slit. “You taste like mine.”
Dear heavens, the hot, wet slide of his tongue upon her was incendiary. If she had burst into flames then and there, she would not have been a bit surprised. Her hips jerked into his mouth, seeking more.
“Yes, I am,” she said. “Yours. Every part of me.”
He licked over her pearl with fast, delicious strokes. Just when she was convinced she could bear no more, he sucked. The wet sounds of him pleasuring her increased her ardor. She was wild for him. He took her between his teeth.
She came on a low, keening cry, spending so hard she felt a rush of wetness flooding her passage. He growled and then his tongue was inside her, so deep, licking into her again and again.
“I love you,” she said, breathless and mindless. “I love you, I love you.”
It was an endless litany, in her heart, on her lips.
She had never been happier.
JACK’S TONGUE WASdeep in his wife’s cunny.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chanted as he licked up all her cream.
He loved her, too.
Dear, sweet God, how he loved her.
He loved that she was his, forever. He loved that she had chosen him. He loved that she wanted to preserve their marriage and bear his children and spend the rest of their lives together. He loved the way she tasted, the way she writhed on his tongue. If only this night could last forever. But he knew it could not. Nor could he.
Already, his ballocks ached. His cock was painfully erect against his stomach as he fucked his wife with his mouth. She was so perfect, so wet, so hot. And he was going to sink his cock inside her next. With one last plunge of his tongue and then a savoring lick, he rose, his tongue stealing the traces of her from his lips.
He grasped his shaft and dragged it over her folds. His cockhead brushed against her swollen pearl, making her hips buck. He liked the way it felt, her slick hungry flesh bathing him in her dew, so he did it some more.
She moaned again.
