“Yes,” she whispered, like she didn’t want to admit it. Like she was embarrassed by that fact.
Meanwhile, I was riding high like a fucking king and drunk on the taste of her.
“That’s fucking right,” I said, brushing her clit with my thumb. “I’m the only one who’s had his tongue inside your pussy. Only your husband knows how fucking good you taste.”
I dove in again, flattening my tongue as I licked her, slower this time. Dragging it up her slit and savoring the tremble in her thighs before latching on to her clit and sucking hard.
That was all it took for the thread holding Willa back to finally snap.
With a gasp, she shot her hands to my head, threading her fingers through my hair as she rode my face from below. Every shuddered breath was a confession, every oath of my name a claim, every moan a symphony I wanted to hear each night for the rest of my life.
“That’s what I love to hear. You, fucking begging for it. Only your husband knows the sounds you make when you come. Isn’t that right, wife?”
“God,” she choked out. “Fingers—Linc, please. I need?—”
I dipped my fingers just barely inside her, not sinking them deep but giving her a taste. She groaned, hips rocking, pussy clenching around nothing.
“Look at you—so fucking greedy,” I said, voice thick.
I finally gave her what she was desperate for and sank two fingers deep, watching as her cunt swallowed them. Imagining exactly what this would look like with my cock stretching her wide.
“This pussy’s starving for me, isn’t she? She’s been wet for hours, and now she’s just begging to be filled. But I’m only going to give her a little taste tonight.”
I pumped my fingers inside Willa, curling them to hit that spot while I flicked my tongue against her clit. The moan she loosed shot straight to my cock, making me throb in mygoddamn jeans. And fuck me, but I was in danger of blowing right there like a fucking teenager. Again.
“You’ve got me so hard, hellcat. So fucking hard.” I brushed my lower lip against her before tucking it into my mouth and dragging my stubble over her clit. “All from eating you out. From licking up everything you’re giving me. You taste so goddamn good.”
“What do I taste like?” she asked, cheeks ruddy, eyes heavy lidded, her lips parted as she stared down at me from my throne between her spread thighs.
I sank my two fingers deep then reached up and brushed them against her bottom lip. “Open for me.”
Instead of sassing back, she did as I asked, sucking my fingers into her mouth, her eyes locked with mine. She swirled her tongue around my digits, making my cock jerk. Then she moaned, her hips bucking like she didn’t know which one she needed more—my mouth or my cock.
“Told you, didn’t I? You taste like cinnamon and honey.” I dragged my tongue through her slit again. “All spicy sweet. So fucking good.”
She let my fingers go with a soft, wet gasp, her head tipping back as I licked her again, slower now—claiming every drop.
With my mouth against her, our eyes locked and my chin wet from her arousal, I murmured, “You taste like mywife.”
She whimpered, her hips rolling, her fingers tangled in my hair, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I tossed one of her legs over my shoulder, held her in place with an arm braced over her stomach, and devoured her.
I groaned against her with every sharp tug of her fingers in my hair, flicked my tongue harder when her thighs squeezed my head. And when I felt her cunt start to flutter around my fingers, I didn’t fucking move. Didn’t change my speed or my pressure ormy direction. I stayed right fucking there while she climbed the peak, her breath held, her entire body as tight as a guitar string.
At least until it snapped.
She choked out my name as she broke apart, her pussy squeezing my fingers, her clit pulsing against my tongue. And I savored every fucking drop. KnowingIwas the first one who’d had the privilege of tasting her come.
The darkest, most secret parts of me wishing I’d be theonlyone.
I wanted to see if I could work her toward another orgasm, but before I could try, she pushed against my shoulders, her entire body convulsing when I ran my tongue across her swollen clit.
Multiples would have to wait for another night.
I sat back on my heels and let her look her fill, knowing the lower half of my face and my neck were wet from her. Hell, I could feel her arousal soaking into the neckline of my T-shirt, and I wasn’t sure I was going to wash this before I wore it again. I wanted to be able to smell her on me and remember her just like this—completely blissed out with her legs spread wide, staring up at me like I’d just given her the entire fucking world.
“I think I proved my point, wife.” I leaned forward until our lips brushed, letting her taste exactly how much she wanted me. “You need to get off while we’re married, you come to me, and I’ll handle it with pleasure. Every fucking time.”
I stood, adjusting my cock as it strained against my zipper, desperate to sink inside that gorgeous cunt while it was all flushed and swollen. “I’m gonna go take a shower and think about you crying out my name while your pussy flooded my mouth. See you in bed, wife.”
