“Because I’m not making you come as a means to my end. I’m making you come because that’s the only thing I’m after. The thing I want most.”
I grip her thighs and yank her all the way to the edge of the counter while tilting them back, eliciting a surprised squeal from her. I shouldn’t be doing this. Like I really fucking shouldn’t. My daughter is upstairs asleep because she called me from my parents’ house, sobbing and inconsolable, to pick her up before Alden and I even made it to a restaurant. Not to mention, I married Skylar under the pretense of never touching her.
But I think I have to.
I mean, I really have to taste her. And I really have to make her come. This feels like my shot at that, and I’ll regret it always if I don’t act. The rest of our adult problems and reasons can wait till the morning.
“It’ll just be this,” I tell her and myself, leaning in to drag my nose along her neck so I can smell her. My cock pulses, thick and heavy in my pants. God, I’m going to have to jerk off ten times tonight just from this.
“I’m pregnant with another man’s kid.”
I meet her eyes. “I don’t care. You’re my wife now, and I want to make you come.”
I hook her legs on my hips and slide my hand up her inner thigh until I find her sweet little panties. They’re cute. Pink and sexy and girly. Just like her.
“Tell me yes, Skylar.” I think I might be begging now, but if she tells me no, I’ll die. I have to taste her. I just have to.
“Aston…” Her voice dies, but the way she says my name makes me so fucking hard.
“That’s it,” I purr, running my fingers in a sweeping motion over the wet spot at her center. So warm, and when I drag lower, so wet. I force my gaze up, and when I see her face, shit… Hell. “My gorgeous wife, I’m going to make you come unless you tell me to stop right now.”
She doesn’t say a word. She hardly moves. But she doesn’t push me away, and her eyes are drugged as they cling to mine. My hand grips the scrap covering her pussy, and I rip. It doesn’t even take much effort, but they shred away from her. Now she’s breathing hard. Her tits behind her dress are heaving and beautiful, and I want to see them so fucking badly.
But I won’t. I just get to taste her. I just get to eat her out. I just get to make her come. That’s all. And it’ll have to be enough. Enough to get me through these two years.
I glance down and groan at the sight of her. Even in the dark, I can see enough, and fuck, she issopretty. I bring one hand in to touch the soft skin of her pussy. Just to feel it.
She squirms against my hand, rocking ever so slightly, seeking more, so I crouch down, angle her legs onto my shoulders, feeling the scrape of her heels against my back, and bring my mouth straight onto her pussy. Andfuuuuccckkkk! This first taste. This first swirl of my tongue. It’s not even the way she gasps or how her legs tense against my head or how her pussy drips with how fast she gets even wetter.
I’m high on her.
I don’t know how we got here, and I know this isn’t a good idea at all. In fact, it’s likely the worst idea I’ve ever had, but it also feels like the best, so how wrong can it be?
My tongue plunges up into her sweet cunt and circles around, playing inside of her, feeling her like this. Her hips buck against my lips, and her hands are barely supporting her. I don’t like her like this. I want her flat and naked, and I wanther hands ripping at me and desperate. Or possibly tied to the bed, where she’s even more at my mercy.
I want to flip her over and spank her. I want to watch her pussy gush. I want to tease and torment and own every inch of her.
But that’s not how this goes.
So instead, I focus on my task. I suck her pussy into my mouth while my tongue flirts and plays with her opening.
“Ah! We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I pull away and peer up at her, but I press two fingers into her, pumping them slowly, working her up.
“Is that what you want? Me to stop? Are you saying no?”
Her head falls back as I fuck her with my fingers. “No,” she pants. “But also, yes.”
“What has you worried, Little Swan?”
“This. You touching me. You inside of me.”
“It’s not my cock. Trust me, sweetheart, you’d be waking me up in the middle of the night for it once I started giving you that.”
She coughs a laugh and glares at me. “You’re such an ass. Your arrogance doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Does this?” I quirk my fingers to rub her G-spot while my tongue lashes her clit.
