I writhe, silently begging for more, making him smile.
He doesn’t make me wait too long, though, giving me another long and torturous swipe, tasting me so thoroughly, a sheen of sweat sparkles over my skin. His tongue wedges between my lips as he continues to lick from my entrance to the top of my clit, circling it until my toes curl.
“Oh, m–my G–God,” I stutter, my hand tightening in his hair, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “That feels so good.”
Like I’m soaring and plummeting.
Living and dying.
Pulling my legs apart, he sucks on my clit, plunging two fingers inside. I bow off the bed, shoving my needy pussy against his mouth, feeling myself drip around him.
“Mmmph. Plea—Gah.” More indecipherable words tumble out from my lips as my husband eats me like I’m his favorite meal and he’ll never be full.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, softly tugging one of my lips between his teeth. “I want all your sounds. Fuck my fingers with this tight little pussy.”
Licking me with more speed and flicking my clit back and forth, Patton’s fingers brush that spot buried deep inside me, the one he always seems to find.
My body tightens, and I fist the sheets as I throw my head back, only barely registering his voice when he asks, “Whosepussy is this, sweetheart? Who’s the only one who gets to eat it? Fuck it?”
He nibbles my other lip when I don’t answer, giving it a soft warning bite.
“Yours,” I heave. “Only yours.”
I feel his satisfied grin as he continues to massage my clit with his tongue, sucking harder as his fingers thrust deeper.
My moans become all-out war cries when quakes erupt inside me, forcing my knees to bend and my thighs to shake until I’m practically shoving his head further between my legs.
And then, with the impact of a meteor crashing against the earth, I climax. Patton continues to lick at my folds, humming as he laps up my release.
God, his hums, the vibrato of his voice against my slick skin. They say more than words ever could.
Giving me one last lick, he slows the tempo, gently pulling out his fingers. Kissing up my body again, he comes to a stop, hovering over me.
“Oh, my God, Patton,” I breathe, reaching up to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. “That was . . . life changing.”
His chuckle rumbles against my body, his hard cock nudging at my entrance. I open my legs before reaching down to guide him into me, and we both groan as our bodies come together, lock and key.
“Fuuuck, you’re so wet.” His nostrils flare as his forehead meets mine. “So beautiful. So perfect.”
Even though he’s fully seated inside me, I can feel him holding himself back, like he does so often now. He’s been careful, tender and terrified, ever since he saw the flicker on the screen.
Reaching up, I rake my fingers through his hair and kiss him again. “You won’t break me, baby. I promise.”
His eyes bounce between mine for a moment, but he must find what he’s looking for because a second later, he starts to move. Not reckless, but deliberate and sure. His body curves over mine in a perfect fit.
“Fuck,” he groans against the shell of my ear.
My legs widen, inviting him in further, keeping him there like it’s where he belongs. My core tightens around him with each thrust, drawing him closer.
This feeling of being loved by him—with him inside me, his weight above me, and his scent surrounding me—is unlike anything else in this entire world. It’s dizzying. Even now, after years of being married to him, I still can’t believe he’s mine.
Gently pulling me with him, he lifts me off the bed so he’s sitting on his knees with me straddling his thighs. His hands hold steady on my hips as he guides me over his length, the fullness of him making me gasp. My breasts press against his chest, my hands grasping his shoulders as I take him into my body with each slow, fluid motion.
“Patton!” I cry out, my voice catching on a moan as my head tips back and my pussy clenches around him. “God, that feels amazing.”
Beads of sweat form over our brows, the heat between us threatening to cause a fire, as we lock eyes. I rise and fall over his lap, my pussy savoring every inch, every shiver and quake. When I rotate my hips slowly around his cock, a rush of satisfaction rolls through me, listening to him groan against my neck.
“Goddamn, Nisha,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re everything, baby.”
