Jules lifts her head off the pillow to look at me where I’m kissing a path over her belly button ring.
Lower. Lower. Lower.
“I want to put you in a picture frame.” My lips flutter against her pelvic bone.
“Lincoln…” she whimpers, her slender hand raking into my hair. “You make me feel beautiful…”
My fingers spread her folds apart and my mouth descends on her clit in slow, deliberate laps.
“You are,” I respond between suckles and kisses. “That’s why I want to own you. Claim you. Display you so the whole world know’s you’re mine and mine alone.”
I don’t let her respond. I don’t give her the chance.
I spear a finger inside her, and then another. She starts to moan low and guttural. But she quickly slaps a palm over her mouth. With a smirk, I crawl back up the mattress and gently pull her hand away.
I stare into her brown eyes. “We have this room to ourselves for the rest of the weekend.” I press my lips to hers. “And oncewe leave this guesthouse, we never have to see any of these people for the rest of our lives.” I kiss her again. “So I’m going to need you to be as loud as you want to be. Do you know what that means?”
“What?” she whispers, her breath fanning my lips as a playful smile curls her mouth.
With two sticky fingertips, I trace the outline of that pretty mouth. “Tonight, I need to hear you scream my fucking name.”
A stuttered breath leaves her. “I can do that.”
I return to my position between her legs, propping her feet on my shoulders. I bury my face in her perfect valley, giving her the very best of my tongue and my lips. And when she’s right at the edge, those tattooed thighs tighten around my head, threatening to suffocate me.
“Lincoln…” she whimpers, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I go harder, returning a finger to her hole. Twisting it.
“Lincoln!” Her voice grows slightly louder.
I know she’s just a few strokes away from exploding. Her pelvis bucks violently against my mouth. I moan at how turned on she is. How her wetness floods my face. How her movements lack control.
I add another finger and curl against her G-spot. I suck her hard, stiff clit into my mouth again and again in harsh, little tugs.
“LINCOLN-N-N-N!!!” she fucking shouts.
Yes, dammit. Yes.
The sound of my wife screaming my name makes me feral. My mouth fucks her ceaselessly until she’s shuddering with gibberish cries falling from her lips. I don’t stop until the echoes of her orgasm are fading away.
Then I drag myself onto the bed to hold her. She nuzzles against my heated chest. She places gentle little kisses againstmy throat and my collarbone and my jaw, making my body prickle with desire.
When her kisses reach my sticky face, she purrs. “Wow. I made a bit of a mess, didn’t I?” She licks greedily at my mouth.
“My favorite kind of mess.” I suck her tongue between my lips. “But come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She nods into the curve of my neck as I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. I sit her on the wooden double-sink vanity before I turn to start the shower. When the temperature is just right, I guide her into the shower stall and we stand together beneath the spray.
It isn’t long before our hands are roaming all over. So much slick, wet skin to explore. I’m harder than titanium when she starts pumping my erection in her hands.
“Holy fuck, your hands feel good on me.” I grab her by the waist and spin us around so I can press her back against the wet tiles. I lower my lips to hers in an urgent, brutal kiss.
“Need you inside me,” she says hoarsely, her mouth pressed to mine. She lifts one thigh, hooking it around the back of my upper leg.
My hand slides between her legs to touch her. Even with the water of the shower raining down on us, I can feel how slick and warm she is there. She’s ready for me.
Unable to stop myself, I grab my cock at the base, angling it against her slit, my hips giving a few pathetic pumps.Fuck. I know it’s stupid but I just want to feel her nether lips rubbing bare against me.
