“Tell me what I should do.” She kissed his shaft again. “Tell me how to please you.”
Tell her to get into the bed and do this the proper way, he chastised himself.She is a virgin.
But the beast in him had emerged, overtaking all sense of ration, reason, or honor. Hudson gripped the base of his engorged prick and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. He had never been more primed and ready than he was now.
“Suck me,” he told her. “Take me into your mouth.”
And she did. Tentatively at first. Her lips parted, then wrapped around him. White-hot pleasure shot through him. He lost the ability to think. Lost every thought but his wife taking him down her throat, one devastating inch at a time. She went as far as she could go, all the way to his knuckles, the wet, silken heat of her mouth driving him to the razor’s edge of sanity. The urge to surge forward, to bury his cock deeper, was strong, but he held still for her tentative exploration.
She sucked slowly. Gently at first, and then when she wrung a moan from him, with greater gusto. His ballocks tightened. He gripped himself tighter and bit the inside of his cheek, determined to prolong this pleasure for as long as possible. She withdrew, rocking back on her heels to gaze up at him, lips shiny with a combination of her saliva and his leaking seed.
She wore the sultry expression of a woman who had just realized her power over man:infinite.
“Am I pleasing you?” she asked, her voice throaty and low.
His cock was throbbing in time to the beat of his racing heart. And the golden-brown gaze of his wife was still upon him.Oh, Christ.Words. A response. She was waiting again.
“Hell yes, you please me,” he bit out. “You could not please me more.”
A small, knowing grin curved her lips. “I could try.”
She leaned into him, taking him in her mouth once more, and he allowed his head to fall back, closing his eyes. He surrendered to the sheer bliss of the sensations, everything heightened in the absence of vision. The soft sigh of pleasure she made as she sucked him, the wet glide of her lips over his straining cock, his ragged breaths. She withdrew again, and circled his cock head with her tongue.
“Damn it, Ellie.” He could stand no more torture. “I have to be inside you.”
Gently, he disengaged from her and helped her to her feet. Her dazed expression told him she was every bit as affected as he was, and he loved it.
“I was not finished,” she told him.
Ever stubborn, this woman of his.
He laughed and kissed her, and then he tugged her to the bed. “I was going to be finished if you had your mouth on me for a moment longer.”
They were a tangle of naked arms and legs on the sheets, their bodies intertwined in all the right places, his aching erection glancing over her swollen folds. He rocked into her and gave her another kiss that was long and slow and thorough. Just the way he intended to fuck her.
He tasted himself on her lips as their tongues mated. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and held tightly to his shoulders. How thoroughly she undid him. Her softness was intoxicating, her body curved and generous in all the right places. She pleased him more than he could have ever expected. Certainly, more than he deserved.
Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and stroked along her seam. She was drenched.Curse it, how was a man to last? Holding himself more tightly, he rubbed over her clitoris, using the tip of his cock to toy with her, and torturing them both. Her hips bucked as she moaned into the kiss.
Good.She was wet and ready for him. But he wanted her a bit wilder.
He broke the seal of their mouths and rose on one elbow to suckle first one breast, then the other. He sucked hard, and her body bowed from the mattress. Her fingers found his hair, gripping a fistful and tugging on the roots.
Yes, he quite liked that. He would tell her later, when he was capable of speech. There was no more capacity for words in him just now. For now, he was all action and sensation. He teased both of her breasts, working her pearl with his cock until she was writhing beneath him. And then he moved down her body, planting his hands on the supple skin of her inner thighs, and spreading her wide.
Without wasting a second, he lowered his mouth to her quim. She tasted musky and floral from her bath, and he wanted more of that dew on his tongue. Wanted every drop she had to give. His cock was going to have to wait.
He sucked her pearl, then flicked his tongue over it in fast strokes that had her hips thrusting again and again.Yes.She was on the edge, just from sucking his cock and the kisses they had shared. Next time, perhaps he would let her finish him, and then after he spent in her mouth, he would eat her cunny until she was quivering and breathless beneath him.
The thought had him pressing his cock to the mattress in a desperate search for relief. But still, he would not stop until she had reached her climax. Over and over, he lashed her pearl with his tongue. Then, he moved lower, savoring as he licked into her. She was so damned soaked, and he did his best to lick up everything she gave him and then more, so sweet on his tongue.
He returned to the nub of her sex and nibbled on it as he parted her folds and sank a finger into her sheath, preparing her for his entry. The grip of her on his finger was tight and hot and wet, so delicious that he knew he was going to spend almost the moment his cock was inside her. She tensed up, and he bit gently on her clitoris, then fluttered his tongue in light, quick motions that had her easing and opening up. His finger sank deeper, seeking more of her, searching for the special place he knew from experience would enhance her pleasure. He found it, and crooking his forefinger, he caught her pearl between his teeth.
She tightened on him, her entire body tensing beneath him as she found her release. The rush of her spend bathed his finger and ran down his palm, down his wrist. He withdrew and could not resist setting his mouth there, licking up the aftermath of her pleasure. Nothing had ever tasted better.
When he had her limp and sated, just as he wanted her, he rose once more, and settled between her thighs. He aligned his cock with her entrance, guiding himself to where he belonged. Wet heat beckoned him, as did the shift of her body. Her legs spread wider, her body cradling his. Her hands were everywhere. On his chest, his shoulders, his back.
“Are you ready, love?” he asked, his voice feeling as if it had become rusted somewhere over the course of their lovemaking. Speech had become foreign and unnecessary. Their bodies spoke to one another instead.
