And those were the words she needed to hear.
Relief hit her, so vast that she would have gone toppling to the floor under the weight of it had he not been there to anchor her.
She released her hold on his hands. “Make love to me. I need you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her knees, his hands dragging her chemise higher, until he reached her bottom and she wriggled to help him push the hem farther. She caught fistfuls of linen and dragged it over her head, sending it flying over Court’s shoulder to the rest of their hastily discarded garments.
His traveling mouth and hands coaxed her legs apart, and she opened for him, desperate for his touch, his tongue. He gave her everything she wanted, stroking her first and then following his fingers with his lips.
He moaned against her as if he were a starving man in the midst of a feast. “You taste so sweet, and you’re so wet for me.”
She was in a shameless state, and she didn’t care. Because he had given her a part of himself with his revelation, a reason to hope that he might one day love her the way she loved him.
“Please,” she said, needing more.
He suckled her pearl, his fingers probing her entrance. In one slick glide, he was inside her, stretching her with that lone digit, probing deep. Bliss rushed through her, the breath fleeing her lungs. And then a second finger joined the first, pumping in and out of her, his tongue flicking over her clitoris in greedy, demanding swirls.
“Yes,” she gasped out, already close.
So close.
Every lick and thrust sent her higher. Her physical need had joined with her deeper feelings for him. This wasn’t just lovemaking. It was so much more than the slaking of needs and the claiming of each other’s bodies. For Vivi, it was the beginning of a new chapter. The start of their future.
“Mmm,” he groaned into her sex, rubbing his beard over her and increasing the pressure as he sucked, his fingers curling to find the place that never failed to make her fall apart.
The pleasure seized her with such force that she couldn’t contain her cry. It echoed in the afternoon stillness, and anyone in the hall beyond would have heard it and known precisely what she and her husband were about. But she was too caught in the throes of her own bliss to care. Mindlessly, she rode out the lingering waves, rocking on his face and fingers. He stayed with her until the last spasm had calmed, and then he shucked his smalls and joined her on the bed, positioning them so that she was on her back with him atop her.
But no.
She had other plans.
Feeling bold, she urged Court to his back with a splayed hand on his chest. He did as she wanted, and she turned her attention to pleasuring him, dotting kisses over his shoulders, then lower. Down his abdomen where his muscles pulled taut and strong. To his hip bone.
“Vivi, what are you…”
She placed a kiss on the head of his length, her tongue flicking out to lap up the pearled bead of spend there.
“Ah, fuck…” he completed his trailing words with a groan.
“I want to make you come,” she told him, wrapping her hand around the base of his glorious cock. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Bloody hell,” he bit out.
Which she understood to meanyes, please.
Vivi was eager to oblige. She took him into her mouth, teasing him with slow, steady licks. “Tell me what to do, how to pleasure you.”
He raked a hand through his hair, head falling back on the pillow. “Everything you’re doing. Use your mouth and hand and tongue. Lick and suck. Take me as deep as you can.”
It was all the instruction she required. Vivi set herself to the task of making him come undone just as she had. She took his cock all the way to her throat, simultaneously stroking him as she knew he liked. He groaned, hips moving under her in time to the rhythm. The taste of him was musky and salty on her tongue, and she had to press her thighs together to stave off her own impatient need as she lavished attention on his cock.
“Enough,” he growled from above, gently disengaging and guiding her so that she was atop him, his cock protruding against his stomach, glistening with her saliva. “I want to be inside you when I spend. I want to fill you with me.”
His wicked words made her ache.
“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly.
“Put me inside you, sweetheart,” he commanded softly. “Ride me. Take what you want, what you need.”
