He removes his hand and trails it down my legs and then back up.
He runs his hand down my stomach and slips it into my panties. The first brush of his rough fingertip against my clit makes me gasp and arch against him.
Eyes On Me
Langston
She’s fire under my hands.
Soft, warm, alive—and I swear every time I touch her, I feel it in my bones.
I drag my palms down the sides of her body, slow and reverent, like I’m trying to memorize the way she curves. “You feel amazing.” I whisper against her throat.
She shivers, and it undoes me.
I’ve been with women before. Beautiful ones. Polished. Practiced. But none of them ever felt like this. None of them made me feel like I was standing too close to something that could change me if I wasn’t careful.
Her breath catches as I trace her hip, my fingers skimming skin I’ve imagined for too long. “You’re driving me insane,” I admit, voice low, rough. “Every sound you make, every time you move under me… I can’t think straight.”
I kiss her again, slower this time, trying to keep myself steady when all I want is to lose control. She tastes like heat and need and something dangerously close to home.
Every small sound she makes sends sparks through me, and I can’t help the words that slip out between kisses.
“Sweetheart… you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Her fingers twist in my hair.
“I want to learn you,” I breathe. “All of you.”
I placed one hand on her stomach, sliding my other hand down until I tuck the tips of my fingers into her panties. She gasps when I push my fingers through her wet core, circling her clit twice before I do it again.
She starts moving her body against me and I smile against her neck. Slowly moving my mouth down her body while pulling her clothes off.
When I reach the apex of her thighs I run my tongue along her core. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes.” She moans and I smack her pussy lightly.
“Not God sweetheart.”
She hums her agreement and I continue to feast on my wife.
“Jesus you're tight.” I push a finger inside her. “Your pussy is begging for me, sweetheart.” I slowly start to stretch her out and she starts wiggling below me.
“Please.” She begs me quietly and I chuckle against her skin. That tips her over the edge. She grips my head between her legs and I glance up to see a slight pained look on her face before the most beautiful smile breaks out and she releases her grip on me.
I pull my clothes off while she is still in utter bliss.
“You're so pretty.” She smiles at me.
“Pretty?” I laugh at her as I pull my boxers down my legs. “I've never been called pretty before.”
She gives me a little smile and shrugs. “Well, you are.”
I climb over her and press a deep kiss against her lips. Wanting to make sure I feel every movement of hers.
When I shift, she gasps—sharp and uncertain—and I freeze instantly. My body is fire, but my mind catches up in time to see the hesitation in her eyes.
“Hey.” My voice drops to a whisper as I brush her hair back. “What is it?”
