“Pretty sure I’d smother you.”
“And I’d die the happiest man on the planet if your pussy was the last thing I tasted. Now, take off those panties, straddle my shoulders, and sit on my face.”
“Be serious,” she said flatly.
I raised a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Ford…”
“Kitten. Someone made you feel like shit tonight. Let me make you feel good.”
I couldn’t do a whole lot when it came to her parents, wasn’t sure how to support her in that, but I could do this. I could do this all fucking night.
She bit her lip, indecision written all over her face. But she slipped her hands beneath the hem of her dress, slid her panties down her legs, and stepped out of them. And then she stood there in one of those little sundresses, her pussy bare beneath it.
I didn’t even try to hide the hunger in my gaze as I watched her climb onto the bed, her legs going on either side of my hips as she straddled me just like I told her to.
I slipped my hands under the skirt and gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh and urging her higher. “Come on, wife. It’s been a whole day since I’ve had a hit of your pussy, and I’m starting to have withdrawals. Climb on up here and give me a taste.”
With her hands braced on my chest, she looked down at me, one brow raised. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“I’m rock fucking hard just from the thought of it, so yeah. I want you to do this.”
Apprehension was written on her face, but after a glance behind her at the giant hard-on I was sporting, she seemed to be reassured. Because, finally, she shuffled her way up my chest until her knees were on either side of my head, and she hovered over my mouth.
“I didn’t say hover.” I smacked her ass, her body jerking closer to me. “I saidsit. Now be a good girl and give me that cunt.”
Without waiting for her to comply, I reached up and gripped her hips, guiding her down onto my face. At that first taste, I hummed into her pussy, opening my mouth and gliding my tongue over her, from her entrance to her clit and back again.
She gasped, her hands flying to the headboard as she stared down at me, eyes wide. With her ass cupped in my hands, I devoured her, grinding her down onto my mouth because I wasn’t sure I’d get my fill otherwise. I fucking loved how she tasted, loved how she smelled, loved that awed look of rapture on her face as I took her exactly where she needed to go.
“Ford,” she breathed, starting to rock her hips against my face and finally losing herself in her own pleasure.
I groaned against her, desperate to tell her how gorgeous she looked like this. How much I wanted her to come…that I needed to taste it. How badly I wanted her to fall apart for me.
But because my mouth was full of her pussy and there was no way I was stopping until she came down my throat, I just gripped her ass tighter, swirled my tongue faster, and worked her quickly toward a well-deserved orgasm.
She arched her back, one hand gripping the headboard, the other speared in my hair, and I wanted to see this view every day for the rest of my life. Wanted to watch as my wife bit her lip and looked down at me, her eyes glazed over, lips parting as she tightened her thighs around my head. As she moaned low in her throat while I worked her over with my mouth. As she kept our eyes locked together when succumbing to her pleasure and coming all over my tongue.
But I wasn’t going to get to enjoy this for the rest of my life. I wasn’t even going to get a year.
Nearly half of our agreed-upon time was already gone, the weeks flying by far too fast, but I was damn well going to enjoy every second I had left with her.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
FORD
On our one-month anniversary,I sat with my wife on the resort’s secluded stretch of beach. The moon was high and bright, the ocean calm as the waves lapped at the shore, and a bonfire crackled in front of us.
It might’ve been romantic, if not for the death glare Quinn was shooting me. Or the constant bickering of my siblings as they, as well as Everly and Luna, sat next to us following an intense game of charades. An intense game wherein Quinn and I fought to the death on opposing teams, and Addison nearly beat Levi over the head with a stray rock because he wouldn’t correctly guess her clues.
“I still can’t believe I got paired with someone who couldn’t guess a teapot,” Addison grumbled to no one in particular.
“Jesus Christ, Addison.” Levi dropped his head back and groaned to the sky. “This again?”
“Yes, this again! Thisforever. I’m never going to let you live this down. A five-year-old could’ve guessed that. I even acted out the short and stout!”
“That means fuck all. If you don’t tip the teapot over and pour it out, how am I supposed to know what you’re doing? Youareshort, so it was just you bouncing around like you OD’d on speed. I stand by the fact that a dancing gnome was a good guess.”
