“Do you like that, sweeting? Like having my mouth on you here?”
Her dazed, heavy-lidded eyes met his. “It feels sogood.”
Her honest sensuality called forth his darkest fantasies. Desires he’d never fully explored because he’d never had the right partner to do it with. A woman who made his blood run this hot and who wanted him back with equal abandon. Although Fiona was nearly a virgin, he trusted her to know her mind and desires. To be his partner as they invented their own brand of passion. He wanted to experiment with all the ways they could find pleasure together.
“Ask for more of it, then,” he said.
At his command, her thighs tensed against his palms. She blinked at him, surprised but also aroused. He saw it in her dilated pupils, the fresh wash of dew glazing her womanly petals.
“Ask for it?” she whispered.
“Ask me to lick you,” he coaxed. “To eat your pussy.”
Would his bride utter such naughty words? Was she brazen enough to demand her pleasure?
She gave him a bashful look. “Will you please eat my pussy?”
Her request, filthy and polite, squeezed a drop of seed from his cock. Her dimple told him that she knew her effect on him…and was enjoying the game.
Devil and damn.She was his perfect match.
“With pleasure, little vixen,” he growled.
He used his fingers and mouth: teasing, licking, sucking her until she was moaning. Her back arched against the leather, her fingers tugging at his hair. He circled her pearl with his thumb as he found her tight entrance and licked inside.
“Does my tongue make you sore, sweeting?” he murmured.
Her glorious hair rippled against the cushions as she shook her head, pressing her cunny against his mouth. A perfect answer. Stiffening his tongue, he fucked her steadily with it, groaning at the greedy clutch of her sheath. She spent with a wild cry, so juicy and hot that he nearly came himself.
Breathing heavily, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, shuddering when it came away wet. He concentrated on not spending in his pants like an untried lad. The sight of his wife, splayed like a satiated goddess before him, didn’t help his roaring lust. When she stretched her arms above her head, her full tits bobbing over her narrow rib cage and one silk-clad leg bending wantonly at the knee, his vision darkened.
She was his fantasy come alive. And he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Even drunk with pleasure, Fiona saw Hawk undressing, and she didn’t want to miss a thing.
She watched with avid interest as he shed his outer layers. His utilitarian movements didn’t take away from the splendor of what he revealed. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she ran a covetous gaze over his chest, the lightly furred and hard-packed blocks of muscle. Then he unfastened his fall, and her breath caught as his manhood sprang free. Memory had not diminished the size of his mighty shaft, which bobbed heavily as he finished undressing. He wrapped his hand around the thick pole, grimacing slightly.
Sitting up, she asked, “Do you, um, want help with that?”
Raw lust blazed across his austere countenance.
“Next time.” His voice was guttural as he stroked his erect flesh. “Licking your cunny made me so hard I shan’t last long. When I teach you to frig me, I am going to take my time and do it properly.”
Her intimate muscles clenched at the mention of her future lessons. At the notion of being tutored in naughtiness by her husband. She couldn’t look away from his pumping fist, the way it moved the supple skin along his shaft. Her insides fluttered as he wrung a pearly drop from the purplish tip.
“Do you like to watch?” he asked.
With blushing mortification, she realized that she did. She’d never seen anything as potent as her husband handling himself. She chewed on her bottom lip, debating whether she could admit her depraved enjoyment aloud. Hawk came closer, his large feet bracketing her stockinged ones on the carpet. With him standing and her sitting, his cock was at her eye level; she could see the prominent veins along his member as he stroked himself in a slow, disciplined rhythm.
“There’s no need to be shy.”
He curled a finger beneath her chin, tipping her gaze up to his. The fact that he continued to fist his cock while he touched her sent a sizzle up her spine.
“I am your husband; you’ve had my cock inside you.” Never had facts sounded so wicked and seductive. “Why shouldn’t you take a good look at it?”
Hmm. He does have a point.
“It is rather stimulating.” She bit her lip. “Watching you…um, you know.”
