She tried to slip around me, but I stepped into her path, one hand on her hip, holding her steady. “Lincoln…”
I leaned down until our mouths were just inches apart, meeting her gaze. “You can take a shower.AfterI’ve made you come.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
I settled my other hand around the base of her neck, gripping firmly. “If you need to get off while we’re married, you come to your husband. Not a toy. Not the showerhead.Me.”
Her nostrils flared as she clenched her jaw, shoving once against my chest. “You think you’re the patron saint of orgasms just because you got lucky once?”
My grin started slow and wicked as I recalled how she’d looked riding me straight into oblivion. “It wasn’t luck that made you go off, hellcat. It was focus and my dirty mouth that got you there.”
She muttered something that sounded a hell of a lot likejackass, but she didn’t back away.
“I’m dying to do it again. Been thinking about nothing but you coming apart on top of me.” I leaned down until my lips brushed her ear. “Now I wanna taste that pussy I’ve been dreaming about, wife. Wanna see if it’s as sweet as I think it is.”
I pulled back enough to catalog her features. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dark. And her tits were heavingbeneath her T-shirt like she couldn’t hold enough air in her lungs.
“What do you think, hellcat?”
“I think you’re infuriating,” she said, her words harsh but her voice weak.
“And I think you’re soaked. Bet if I slid my hand inside your panties, I’d find out just how much, wouldn’t I?” I tucked my fingers into the front of her waistband and tugged her close, reveling in the hitch of her breath. “Now the real question is, are you gonna let me do something about it?”
She stood frozen for a second…two…as she studied me. Trying to get a read on me. So I put every ounce of desire I had for her into my gaze as I stared right back, just fucking dying to have her again.
“Fine,” she snapped. “Do it. Eat me out and get it over with.”
I chuckled long and low. “Baby…that’s not what’s gonna happen. I’m not going to eat your pussy toget it over with.” I undid the button of her jeans and tugged down her zipper one notch at a time. “I’m going to devour your cunt like it’s my last fucking meal and I’ve been waiting my whole life for a taste.”
She gasped as I yanked down her shorts, dragging her panties along with them, before guiding her back until she had no choice but to collapse into the armchair.
Then I dropped to my knees, spread her thighs wide, and stared at the heaven between them like it was the only thing in the world worth praying to.
“Jesus Christ, look at you,” I managed through a tight throat, my voice scraped raw as I ran my thumb through her slit. “Dripping and desperate and fucking perfect.”
“Lincoln…” she whispered, shifting like she was uncomfortable with the attention. But she was going to have to get used to it.
Because from this moment on, I planned to worship at the altar of her cunt and do my daily devotionals on my knees.
“Shh…quiet now while I get to work.” I reached around, cupped her ample ass in my palms, and tugged her closer to the edge of the cushion. Then I leaned in, spreading her thighs wider with my shoulders, and watched as her pussy bloomed open for me.
“Don’t be a jackass,” she said, though her tone was breathy, and she gripped the arms of the chair like they were a lifeline.
“Jackass? Nah, wife. I’m about to be the happiest man on the planet when I finally get to lick up all this sweetness.”
I closed my eyes and ran my nose up the inside of her thigh, inhaling when I got close to all that pink. “Fuck, you smell good.”
I did the same to her other thigh, taking my time and working her up until her legs were quivering, her breaths coming out in sharp pants.
When I was poised above her pussy, my lips millimeters from her clit, I murmured, “Bet you taste even better…”
And then I couldn’t wait another second. No more warming up. No more holding myself back. She was already squirming, and I’d barely even touched her.
It was time to put us both out of our misery.
I licked one long path from her entrance to her clit, unable to stop the groan tearing from my throat. I was right—she did taste even better than she smelled, all sweet and tangy. She jerked against me, a gasp flying out like she hadn’t been expecting this, and that only made me hungrier.
“I know I’m the only one to make you come, wife. But am I the only one who’s tasted this sweet cunt?” I circled her entrance with my tongue before spearing it inside her, groaning when she clenched around me. “Tell me.”
