“Hmm … no bra?” I cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples.
She shakes her head. “No. I showered when we got back, and I just didn’t put one on.”
I move down to the hem and grab it. “I’d better check, just to be sure.”
“Silas.” She giggles when I stick my head under the sweatshirt, but gasps when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
I pull her sweatshirt off and throw it over my shoulder.
“What about the pizza?”
“I’m gonna have dessert first tonight.” I smirk.
“Oh my God.” She laughs.
I kiss my way down her chest, and with one hand, I push her gently to lie down.
Then I take the waistband of her shorts and pull them, along with her underwear, down her legs. Her skin is so soft, and she smells so fucking good; I’m barely hanging onto my control.
I rip off my shirt and center myself between her legs.
On the first swipe of my tongue, she gasps and arches her back. “Silas,” she breathes.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had.” I swirl my tongue slowly around her clit and bring one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. “Do you like this, baby? Do you like it when I lick your pussy?”
“Yes,” she moans.
She starts to move her hips, so I let her grind on my tongue, letting her take what she needs.
She grabs on to my head—without being told to this time—pushing my head into her, holding it while I run my tongue from her opening up to her clit. Then I stop long enough to wet my finger and slide it between her ass cheeks.
“Relax.” I move my finger slowly up and down, but don’t insert it. We’ll get to that another time.
“I’ve never done anything there.”
“This is all we’ll do tonight. How does it feel?” I press on her tight opening.
“I … I’m not sure. It’s different, but not in a bad way.”
“Focus on my tongue and how my mouth feels.”
I look up and see that she’s watching me. So, I let her see my tongue tasting, licking, and then I suck her clit into my mouth.
Her breathing is getting faster, and I can tell she’s absolutely turned on. I don’t think it’ll take much more to set her off.
I increase my pace and flatten my tongue to intensify the friction. When I moan on her clit, her hips buck.
“Silas, I want you inside me.” She puts her hands on either side of my head, pulling me up.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “You want your husband’s thick cock?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “Hurry.”
I strip off my sweatpants and crawl up her body and lift her under her arms to move her further back on the bed.
When I’m lying on top of her, I take her mouth in a searing kiss. I rub my dick up and down her slit, hitting her clit with my crown.
She opens her legs wider and reaches between us, takes my cock in her hand, and places it at her entrance. “Please,” she begs.
