“Stick your tongue out.”
With soaked hair plastered to her neck and shoulders, she peers up at me, holding me captive with those big green eyes. Mascara smudges beneath her lashes—and she follows directions, while tracing the tips of her fingers up and down my calves. My sights are set on her creamy tits; those pierced tits brush my thighs.
I fist the base of my cock, slapping it on her tongue,and she fucking whimpers.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Let me prove it first,” she purrs.
My head shakes in disbelief. This must be a dream. Grabbing her by the throat, I tilt her head back and spit into her mouth. “Suck.”
She gasps, regarding me in awe like I built the universe with my bare hands just for her.
Her plump lips encircle me like she was made for it, sliding up and down my length, and I blow out a breath—wrecked by the image of her. How fucking gorgeous she looks with me in her throat. The way she tongues the underside of my cock, as if memorizing every vein, has a groan working its way up from my lungs.
My free hand delves into her hair and tugs it at the base. Her salacious gaze tangles with mine, and I nod, encouraging her while bobbing that sinful mouth faster over my dick. Her eyes roll back and flutter closed as she submits.Fuck me.
“You’re doing so good, Chaos. So fucking good.”
She hums around me, and I pump in and out. Dropping her hand, she grants me control to take over, then digs her fingers into my thighs.
“Can you take more?” I ask. She mumbles an “Mm-hmm.”
“That’s my girl.” I guide myself deeper until she gags, and I hold her head steady. Tears form at the edges of her pleading eyes, mascara staining her cheeks. “I’ve got you.”
She cups her palms behind my thighs, coasting them higher until she sinks her claws in my ass, hauling me closer. The way she marvels up at me proves she believes every word without hesitation, that sacred trust spurs me on more than lust ever could. Trusting me not to take it too far, to not hurt her. That trust means everything because our relationship will need it when she discovers what I’ve done.
I release her wet tresses, and she inhales, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth. She moves quickly, dipping her head to wrap her lips around one of my balls. Her hand works up and down, stroking my cock while she sucks.Christ.
She moans—the vibration shoots through me, and the heat in my core coils tighter. White spots dot the corners of my vision, and I curl my toes, doing my damnedest to keep from coming.
Not yet.
I pop out of her mouth, and she locks her plump lips around the crown, giving all the attention to my sensitive tip. Kelly fists my length with both hands stacked on top of each other; she tears a rumble from deep in my chest when she rotates them in opposite directions.Fucking hell.
“Get up here.” I’m not ready to finish yet.
She subtly shakes her head defiantly, not stopping.
“Goddamn it, Kelly . . .”
She releases me with a wicked smile. “Yes, dear?” she asks, like my doting, domesticated slut.
“I’m going to finish all over your fucking hand if you don’t stop.”
“You better not.”
With her fingers circling the base of my balls, she takes the rest of me down her throat like it’s her personal mission to make me suffer. I should pull away, but I physically can’t do it. The message from my brain is denied by my need to come down her throat. I want to see her swallow me; I’ve imagined it too many times.
The hand wrapped around me tugs downward, forcing my knees to lock. “Sit up straight, Chaos,” I command. The release hits me like a freight train, and I growl, bracing myself against the shower wall. “That’s it. Look at you, such a messy girl. Show me how fucking thirsty you are for my cum.”
Her eyes sparkle while she worships me on her knees, her throat bobbing as she swallows. I empty myself into her with her name on my lips, and she takes it with so much eagerness I have to remind myself she’s real—my fucking wife. This is so much better than any fantasy.
Once the blood returns to my brain, I turn off the water and wring the droplets from her hair. We exit the shower, and I run a warm, fluffy towel along every inch of her body, then do the same for myself. My cock is starting to relax, but I’ll be back in no time, I’m sure.
I plug in the blow dryer sitting on the counter and begin combing my fingers through her locks, letting the dryer fill the silence. Goose bumps spread across her naked flesh as the warm air hits her skin, and she shivers occasionally. Every time I catch her gaze on me, I hold it. Each glance is charged with anticipation. I don’t break eye contact, I want to see her just as affected as I am.
We’ve exchanged looks countless times in the past, but this is different.
