Wendy giggles as I carry her out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and get us to the bedroom, where I gently place her on our bed.
Her deft hands have already unbuttoned my shirt, and she slides them over my shoulders and down my arms, our mouths not separating.
She pulls back to work on my belt, and her eyes catch her name across my chest, darker and bolder. I told Trigg, Trace’s brother, to make it bold, that I wanted it to show through if Iwas wearing a white T-shirt.Everyone should know who I belong to.
Her fingers gently caress her name, the light touch making me whimper and close my eyes. When I open them, they lock onto her left ring finger.
"You put your ring back on," I say.
I didn't say it earlier, partly out of superstition or thinking I maybe hallucinated it.
"It just felt right," she whispers, smiling up at me.
"I love you so much," I gently cup her face and press a long, sweet kiss to her lips.
Then I gently push her back and guide her to recline on the pillows. Lifting her hips while she moves back, she helps me pull the dress completely off of her and—Jesus Christ—she's in a sexy, black thong.
Silk and lace.
Amen.
I stay standing, struck dumb as I gaze at her. She’s divine. Her tits have little red marks on them from my mouth, her belly has some beautiful stretch marks from carrying our sons, and her creamy skin is as freckled as her face.
Her smile turns sexy and a little smug as she arches her back to tempt me.
Her left hand with her ring and all, glides down her body, squeezing her tit once, which makes her let out a breathy moan before it trails down her belly and slips into her panties.
My cock strains against my zipper and I practically rip the belt off, before sliding down my pants. She bites her lip when she sees it straining against my gray boxers, a prominent pre-cum stain at the front. I can't help but rub myself through the fabric as I watch this goddess pleasure herself.
"Atlas, please," she moans, arching her back.
That unmakes me. I'm on the bed between her spread legs, practically drooling as I gently take her hand out of her panties.
Her fingers are glistening and keeping eye contact, I bringthem to my mouth, moaning at the taste of her—still so sweet and perfect.
She lifts her hips and helps me pull her panties down her long legs, then she spreads her legs, and I feel dizzy. She's fucking gorgeous. Pretty and pink, dripping wet, and my mouth salivates.
I've always loved eating Wendy's pussy, ever since the first time I did it.
I heard locker room talk from guys in high school, and even from some of the employees at the garage, who complained about having to do it, while also expecting to have their dicks sucked.
I didn't get it, because when I did it for Wendy, when I heard her moans, and made her come over and over, it wasunrealhow turned on it made me.
I remember one time, I was just completely lost in it, and stroking myself until I came just from eating her out.
"I've been thinking about thisall—fucking—night,"I moan, slipping my hands under her ass and lifting her to me.
And I feast.
Wendy moans at the first swipe of my tongue, swirling around her clit.
"You always taste so fucking good," I slur into her pussy, rocking my hips to get some kind of friction for my aching dick.
I open my mouth wide and lick, swirling my tongue around her entrance and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hips rock against my face, and I moan when I feel her hand in my hair, gripping tightly to keep me there.
As if I'd fucking want to be anywhere else.
I reach up my hands to cup her tits, gently squeezing and kneading, pinching her nipples between my fingers, and feeling her hips jerk in response.
