I pause immediately and look up at her. “Okay?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“I’m the first to taste you, yes?”
“Yes.” Her pupils are fully blown as she stares at me. “I…”
I wait. But she doesn’t finish that thought.
But after a hesitant moment, she tilts her hips, an invitation I can’t pass up. I lower my head again and kiss her pussy, a soft press of my lips at first, to her curls, and then the slick inner folds, where she tastes like muskand pleasure.
I’m the first to taste her.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to be the only man to know the taste of my wife.
Not selfish at all, being possessive of her youthful innocence.
My balls throb at the reminder.
Her virgin pussy is only mine because of an accident, but it is still mine. And that might be selfish, but I will make up for that by making her come and come and come again.
I drag my nose up to her mound, my tongue following, licking up and around her clit. The little bundle of nerves jumps against the direct contact, and I settle in, hooking her thighs over my shoulders, ignoring the way my cock throbs against the mattress.
Eating out my wife might just make me come again, and that’s a fucking miracle. I don’t remember the last time I came twice in a day. Or even in a week.
I jerk off, of course I do, but it’s a physical self-care thing, a response to an abstract hormonal urge. I think about breasts or soft thighs, and it’s over quickly.
Now?
I’m going to take myself in hand every goddamn night of the upcoming road trip, and it won’t be abstract at all. It’ll be me spilling all over my belly, embarrassingly fast, as I remember this taste, this punchy sweet tang of my wife’s pussygrinding against my face as I suck her clit against my tongue.
I only let go long enough to slide my hands under lush ass and lift her hips higher so I can spear my tongue into her tight little hole to taste where that honey comes from and drag more of it up to her clit.
“Jeff…” She pants my name. “Jeff, I’m going to…”
Fuck yeah.
“Let go,” I mumble in between sucks. “Let me taste your orgasm.”
Her thighs tremble against my shoulder, her clit throbbing in my mouth. I work my hand in between us and slide one finger into her pussy, and sheimmediatelyclamps down on it, her legs slamming shut around my head.
Fuck. Yeah.
I keep sucking as she climbs to the peak, her body going tighter, tighter,tight, and then she shudders, a gorgeous orgasm rolling through her entire body, from her toes to her head and back down again.
She collapses back on the bed.
I climb on top of her, my thighs pressing her legs wide, my cock slapping heavily against her belly as I brace my arms on either side of her head. “How was that?”
“Oh, Grandpa.” She laughs breathlessly as I gently slap her swollen pussy withmy cock for the reminder of our age gap. “That was incredible.”
And the teasing is immediately forgiven.
“Incredible, huh?” I drag the underside of my swollen dick against her clit. “Good. That’s very good. But I think we can do better than incredible for number three.”
“You’re a wild man, Coach.” Her breasts heave as she exhales and wraps her legs around my hips. “But yes, please, show me better than incredible.”
CHAPTER 14
