My fingers flex on the flesh of her thighs, her body yielding to my grip as a new wave of desire floods my system, making me impossibly harder for her.
“You’re like a drug, Olivia,” I confess, “I cannot get enough.”
“Kiss me, Malakai.”
And I oblige, crashing my mouth against hers as I lift a hand to cradle the back of her skull, holding her to me while my tongue plunges between her lips. Nails bite at my scalp as she too holds me to her, her pussy grinding over the length of me.
“Are you wet, kitten?” I pull away from her mouth, letting my teeth nip at her bottom lip.
“Yes,” she hisses on a breath, “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t worry, my pretty little wife,” I slide my hand from her head over her neck, wrapping it around the delicate column before I give it a gentle squeeze, “I’ll take care of you.”
My hand trails from her throat over her collar bones, down to her breasts where I take one peaked nipple between my thumb and finger. She gasps when Isqueeze, rolling the bud before teasing the pad of my thumb over the very tip.
“So pretty in all this white lace,” I praise, “And all fucking mine.”
“Malakai, please,” she begs again.
“Stand up.” I order.
Slowly and with a shake, she stands from my lap, and I lean forward, grasping her behind her knee as I bring one leg up to rest her foot against the pillow of the couch.
I glide a finger down the seam of her above the lace and she lets out a harsh breath, but when I hook a finger at the edge of the panties, pulling it to the side to expose every dripping inch of her, she moans.
“You’re so ready for me to fill you up,” I rasp, scissoring my fingers through the heat of her, “To stretch you open and fuck you raw.”
“P-please.”
“Such beautiful manners,” I commend before I lean in and run the flat of my tongue over her, tasting that slick arousal.
I hold her against me, my fingers digging into the plump skin on her ass, likely leaving marks but fuck if I don’t want to see my brandings on her.
Her fingers claw at my hair, tugging while I continue to lick and suck at her, covering my chin and lips with her come. It’s so easy to bring her to the peak, she’s wound so tightly already that it only takes me a minute to apply the right attention to the right place before her cunt is pulsing against my face, her moansfilling the night around us.
I can’t fucking wait to be inside of her.
But my girl is aching. She needs more.
So even when she stops contracting, when her whimpers quieten, I continue, this time inserting two fingers into her pussy, listening to the sweet sound of her moans mixed with the sound of her arousal as I fuck her with my hand.
I’ve never tasted anything better than Olivia. I eat her cunt like a man starved, worshipping the center of her like I may die if I don’t. Messy and raw and primal, I coat my face in her.
“Malakai!” She screams as I bring her once more to the edge, grinning when she comes again, softer this time, quieter.
I give a quick kiss to the sensitive bud when the last of her orgasm shakes her body and look up at her, “Bedroom, Olivia. Now.”
“I don’t know if I can walk,” Her voice shakes, lids hooded with satisfaction.
Not waiting a minute, I stand, hauling her up with me. Her legs wrap around my waist, arms looping around my neck. There’s a lot to unpack in the way she is looking down at me, in the way her eyes are soft and relaxed, open to show me every raw and gritty feeling.
I know mine are a mirror.
I carry her through the house, her body locked to mine, taking the stairs slowly until I reach our bedroom. I lower us both to the bed, lining up my bodywith hers just so I can kiss her. I cradle her face in my hands as I do, melting against her and the feel of her on my body.
“Kai,” She breathes my name, her emotion so open, so clear…
I feel it too. Feel the intensity of our connection, know the words in my bones before she ever has a chance to say them.
