There wasn’t anything manufactured about his wife. Every rare smile and even rarer laugh. The questions on her lips. The way she yielded to her body’s desire.
“Ah, but what if you fly away again, little raven?” he closed his lips around one swollen tip.
“I-I won’t!”
He buried his smile against her heated flush. No, she wouldn’t.
Argyll released a fake sigh. “Alas, a bird in the hand, love.” He sucked her.
Daria hissed. In time to the pace of his mouth, she pushed her hips against his cock.
Moisture hit his brow. His body was hungry for release the likes he’d never known. Ever.
Argyll worshiped at the altar of her breasts. Lavishing his attention on the cream-white, satin-soft orbs.
And while he did, he discovered much about his wife. She loved the naughty sound of his sucking on her. He flicked his tongue around the sensitive peak.
“Gregory!” Daria cried his name like a prayer and a plea. “Gregory!”
Panting, he released her wrists, and she collapsed into the wall behind her.
He fell to his knees and parted her with his hands, leaving her wide for his worship.
Argyll hissed sharply between his teeth. He threaded his fingers through her sodden curls. “You are always so wet for me, Daria,” he whispered, placing a kiss along her inner thigh.
“And is that something y-yoummmm?”
He slipped a finger inside her, and eased it out so quick that she whimpered.
“Enjoy?” Argyll supplied the rest of her unfinished thought. He chuckled. “Immensely, love.”
Her eyes formed enormous moons in her face.
Then Argyll did something he loved even more—he buried his nose into her thick triangle of curls and inhaled the hot,musky scent of her. “You talk so often about the end, little love,” he panted. “Prepare for your petite mort.”
Argyll buried his tongue deep in her channel.
Daria collapsed onto the dais. “Gregory!”
He moved his tongue within her. Grabbing his hair, she anchored him where she wanted him, where she needed him.
Setting a languid pace at first, Argyll increased the glide of his tongue.
“You taste delicious, Daria.” He flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub.
She moaned and thrashed her head. The fogged mirror at her back thumped sharply in the quiet, a quiet broken only by the sounds of their ragged breathing.
He barely broke the kiss to breathe before returning to her with desperate hunger.
Scooping his hands under her sweetly curved buttocks, he dragged Daria’s hips up and closer to his mouth. Like a man starving, he licked and sucked and tasted.
His cock bloody begged for release, and he rubbed himself in circles along her thigh, letting her feel his desire for her.
I want her. I want to feel her channel tight around me…
But he wanted something else even more.
“Come for me, love,” he coaxed,begged.
