I give her an amused look as I suck one nipple into my mouth, followed by the other. Her tits. I mean, holy hell. Herfucking tits are incredible. I’m definitely going to have to fuck them. Not tonight. But another night for sure. When she’s ready to really let me play with her.
“I’m going to taste you,” I tell her as I swirl my tongue around her belly button and then trail the tip of it down, going lower, removing her panties along the way. I press a kiss to her inner thigh as I spread them. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you till you come on my cock.”
Her eyes round. “Oh.”
I smirk against her skin. “Unless you have objections.”
Her head shakes quickly, her blonde hair all over the place, partially covering one breast as she holds herself up on her elbows. It’s the ultimate tease. “No objections.”
“Then do me a favor? Be a good little swan for me and let me fuck you the way I want to. Trust that I know you’re going to love it. Turn off your mind and surrender to me. I promise, I’ll take care of you.”
She bites into her lip but shockingly stays quiet. After a few seconds, I get a small nod. I learned this the first time with her. Skylar needs praise. Not shocking after all she’s been through, but lucky for both of us, that’s exactly what I want to give her. I want her to know she’s special. That I feel honored and lucky that she’s doing this with me. That she’s not something I take for granted.
She’s my wife. In my mind, hell, in my heart, she’s my wife. I wear this band, and it never leaves my finger unless I’m in the OR, and then it’s never far. I tell people I’m a married man, and I mean it. Now I want to fuck my wife the way I’ve been imagining fucking her for two goddamn years.
“You’re so perfect.” I kiss her inner thighs and spread her wider for me. I start slowly, my tongue gently tickling her opening as I use my thumb to hold her open. “Look at you. So fucking pretty, Skylar.” I ring her there, first with my tongueand again with my finger. Her head falls back, and she moans louder than she should. Zoey is a decent sleeper, but I’d rather her not wake up to the sound of Skylar coming.
I bite her inner thigh. “Do I need to gag you?”
Her head pops up, her lips parted. “No,” she squeaks. “Wait, what? Gag me?”
“I’m not fully serious unless you want that. But you’re loud.”
“Sorry. It’s just…”
I nod. I can feel it. “You’re more responsive than last time.”
“Yes.” She bites her lip again. Almost like she’s embarrassed by it, and that drives me mad. She’s brave and confident in so many ways, and then there’s still this wounded bird in her who feels the need to make concessions and apologize. It makes me want to kill all the people who hurt her.
“Don’t apologize,” I tell her, pumping two fingers straight into her and curling them until she arches and grinds against me. “It’s amazing. It makes me so fucking hard. I love it. If I could have you screaming for me, I would. But Zoey is across the hall.”
“If I get too loud, I’ll use your pillow.”
“Good plan. Have it ready then because I’m about to make you come so fucking hard.”
I lick a path up from her dripping cunt to her clit, where I swirl around and around. All the while my fingers pump into her. Fucking her. I work her hard with them and my tongue, building her up. I want her to come fast this time. Last time I worked her slowly, and it gave her too much time to allow her mind to take over. But now she knows I can make her come. And with the way her body responds to me, I don’t think there’s any way she could stop it.
She’s so wet and warm and feels incredible. I can’t wait to have her on my cock. I can’t wait to truly be inside her. To see her face as I am. She doesn’t know it, and I sure as hell won’tsay it, but tonight I’m making her mine. Because I’ve already been hers.
Her pussy rocks into my hand, into my face, and it makes me smile. “Yes,” I tell her. “Fuck my face, Skylar.”
She moans, and suddenly her fingers thread through my hair, holding me against her as she pushes up and fucks into my mouth and chin. I could get drunk on her taste and smell. It’s something so her, but right now, with her being pregnant, it’s even stronger, and I can’t get enough. My tongue lashes at her clit, flicking and swirling it. My fingers rub vigorously against her front wall, my hand knuckles deep. I’m fucking her hard, and she’s squirming, her thighs trembling, but fuck all, she’s still holding back.
What is that? That inherent lack of trust. Or is it something else? More self-consciousness.
“Come on, baby,” I growl into her, sucking her clit between my lips. “I need it. Please. I need you to come for me. I need it so badly. I need to taste it. Please, Skylar.”
She groans in frustration. “I… I can’t. I’m close, but… I just can’t.”
“You can. Let go. Give yourself to me. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, sweetheart. I fucking swear it. I’ll take such good care of you, my beautiful girl.”
Her head falls back, and her grip on my hair tightens. I pull her thigh over my head and focus on her clit. Utterly starved for her. But she’s there. I can feel it. The walls of her pussy are clenching against my fingers, and with one final roll of her clit with my tongue and one final thrust of my fingers, she detonates.
The pillow lands over her face to muffle her cries as she undulates her hips into my mouth and fingers, thrusting, shaking, pushing, pulling. And fuck. Just…fuck! The way she comes like this.
I don’t let up. I work her through the waves of pleasure untilshe’s spent and weakly pulls the pillow from her face to push me away, too sensitive for me to continue. I give her pussy one last kiss and crawl up her body, kissing and licking and touching and tasting as I go. And when I reach her eyes, I smile.
“Not a fluke.”
