“Ah,” I gasp when long fingers slide between my cheeks.
“Fucck,” he groans as he coats my tightest hole. “You’re so pretty here,Ev.” It’s almost like he’s struggling to get the words out.
Am I chuffed that he sounds discombobulated? Hell, yes.
“Thanks,” whimpering, deliberately I arch into his touch.
“Can kiss you here?” his voice is almost plaintive, a soft brush against my skin.
“If you want to?” Trembling, my voice sounds shot to my own ears. We’ve never done this.
His big body covers mine. “I need you to say it, sweetness.” His dark voice in my ear has me about to come off the chaise.
“Ask your husband to lick your asshole,” he growls. He doesn’t demand more of me in that moment, and I’m grateful because I don’t think I can form words. Instead, he begins his exploration at my nape, kissing and laving his way down my spine.
“Ohmygoodness.” Panting, I bend into every inch his mouth caresses, begging for more.
Biting my lip, I pray he doesn’t make me beg. I know he will. He won’t yield another way.
“Ri,” my nipples brush against the damask of the chaise as I writhe under his attentions.
“What do you need, wife?” There’s as edge to his words. He wants this as much as I do.
“Please.” Big hands open me. He lavishes kisses over my bottom, squeezing and plumping my flesh. Dipping his head, he kisses my clit. Tongues my hole, teasing, tempting, and taunting me to beg him for more.
A finger dips inside my pussy, then he adds another. “How’s that, love?” His mouth is a delicious heat against my flesh.
“Good. S-so good, Ri.” My eyes roll. I bite my lip. His fingers are divine. My thoughts scatter.
I’m his vessel. He can bend me to his will. I am his at will. There is absolutely nothing he can demand of me in this moment that I won’t give.
“I need the words.” He’s almost kind in his command.
“Please, lick my asshole, husband.” I beg, a sob of need coming from deep witting my being.
His tongue is hot. The sound and the shudder I emit are embarrassing, but I don’t care. He finger-fucks me in tandem and he eats me. Eyes rolling, toes curling, I let him do whatever he desires and I bask in every bit of this devastating attention.
His fingers curl in my pussy as his tongue destroys my ass. He flexes and I writhe, trying to give him more. Reaching out I grip his thick hair, holding him there as he tongues fucks my ass.
Hitting my spot, he makes me see stars as he makes me come from both holes. Falling into the curve of the chaise, sobbing my release I know he’s utterly ruined me.
Straddling my limp body, he pushes inside my pussy in one hard drive.
“Still, only for me, little one.” He growls driving to the hilt so hard my teeth snap.
“Arms.” Cupping my elbows behind me so he can pin me in place, I let him ravage me. I take every bruising inch of him. He slams into my welcoming warmth again and again until I feel the cascade of my climax. He fucks me through that orgasm. Pulling out, he turns us until he’s on the bottom.
“Put that pussy on me,” his growl is almost menacing in its demand.
Crawling until my ankles are on his shoulders. I take the position I know he likes best because it allows him to see me take him completely.
Taking my time, I take his massive length, letting him stretch me to accommodate him again.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fill your pretty little manko up with me.”
Slowly dragging my pussy down his dick, I marvel at being able to take him. His gaze centers on our joining.
“She loves me.” His gaze searches mine. “Why don’t you, Ev?”
