His wicked words caused her hips to arch in helpless need. He held her spread, licking her, doing mind-melting things with his lips, tongue, and, goodness,teeth. He searched out her throbbing peak, lashing it with hot, liquid strokes, compressing it against his teeth, leaving her shaking and desperate for more.
“What do you want, love?” He blew softly on her sensitized flesh. “Tell me.”
Heavens, could she say it? “More of…what you’re doing.”
He playfully nipped the crease of her thigh. “Don’t be shy, sweet wife. I want to hear the naughty words from your beautiful lips.”
His gleaming eyes compelled her to obey. To say the words he’d taught her, that until now she’d only repeated in the safety of her thoughts.
“Please…eat my pussy,” she said, her cheeks flaming.
“With pleasure.” The growl in his voice told her how much he liked hearing those words from her. “Your cunny is like a boiled sweet, pink, shiny, and mouth-watering. I want to lick it, suck on it, have your honey coat my tongue and throat.”
Heavens.
He made good on his word. Gabby gripped the bedsheets, twisting them as he left no part of her cunny uncharted, laying claim to every quivering inch. He sucked on her pulsing pearl, working it with his tongue until she was gasping his name. Then he buried his face fully in her wet pussy, his tongue tracing her opening and stabbinginside.
“Move your hips,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on my tongue until you come in my mouth.”
Desire became a frenzy, her hips moving mindlessly to his command. The heat inside her built and built, incinerating thought and inhibition as she gyrated against her husband’s masterful kiss. Pleasure erupted, a molten gush from her core that he greedily consumed.
As she lay there, boneless with bliss, he straightened. His lips glistening with her essence, his eyes feral with lust, he was a beast who’d only begun feeding. His gaze pinned hers as he stripped, her pulse skipping as she took in his male grace.
She gazed in awe at the muscular breadth of his shoulders, the granite slabs of his chest with its wiry furring. For a moment, she was drawn to his injury, the sight of that knitted flesh a potent reminder never to take life, this real and breathing moment, for granted. Swallowing, she returned her attention to the path of hair on his sectioned abdomen, not an ounce of fat there or on his narrow hips. He was taut and sinewy everywhere, with no excess bulk…except between his thighs.
Her breath puffed through her lips. Sweet heavens, his male equipment was large.
She’d felt his cock in the past, of course, and snuck glances at it. But he’d never stood before her as he did now, with his shoulders back, encouraging her to look her fill. His message was clear: nothing was to be hidden in their pursuit of marital pleasure. A tingle reawakened in her center as he wrapped his fingers around his rampant member, the slow stroke up and down inviting her to watch.
The thick pole strained in his casually pumping fist, the engorged tip nearly reaching his navel. A prominent vein snaked along the underside, feeding into his stones, which hung heavy and swollen in a cloud of dark hair. She remembered all the times she’d taken that big cock inside her, felt it stretching her open and filling her up, and need flared in her pussy.
“You do this to me, wife. Make my cock hard and ache to be inside you,” he said silkily.
“I want you inside me.” Her voice sounded as breathless as if she’d run for miles.
“Then spread your legs. Show me how much you want me.”
Heart thumping, she obeyed his command. He stepped between her thighs as if he had every right to be there, a sultan claiming his prize. Grasping her hips, he drew her to the very edge of the bed. He fisted his cock again, and she moaned as he ran the fat head up and down her cleft.
His eyes glinted down at her. “Another time, I’ll put you on your knees and wet my cock between your sweet lips.”
As that erotic image trembled through her, he entered her in a swift, hard thrust. The fullness made her mewl with delight. Even as her body clenched, trying to hold onto him, he withdrew. He plunged again, deep and deeper still. Gripping her hips, he pulled her into his pounding thrusts.
“Christ, you were made to take my cock. So wet and tight.” Arousal stained his slashing cheekbones, his jaw taut with masculine demand. “You want me deeper, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Then take me. All of me.”
With a growl, he slammed into her deeper and harder than before. Her calves clung to the notches of his hips, his muscular buttocks flexing beneath her heels. As she felt the heavy siege of his balls against her tender entrance, the truth blazed: she would take whatever he gave her—his cock, his tongue, and sweet heavens, please, his heart—because she loved him.
Then and now and always.
Tears slipped from her eyes, words from her lips. “I love you so much.”
“My sweet Gabby.” His eyes burned with the fierceness of a dark star. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. But from the moment I awakened, I started falling in love with you.”
Her soul spasmed with ecstasy. With a whole and complete joy that she’d never felt before. That only love could give.
