“Do me a favor, and keep quiet, yeah?” The word rumbled from his chest as he tucked out a tongue, swiping it across his lower lip. “I’m trying to fucking eat, baby.”
My back almost arched into his touch as his face disappeared between my thighs again, his tongue plunging deep inside me.
“G-get away from me.” The words broke in my mouth.
“I already did that,” he murmured between swipes of his tongue along my clit. “For seven days, Elizabeth. I’m not usually that generous, you know that.”
“Don’t…” I bit down a moan when he pulled my clit into his hot mouth, sucking on it like a man starved.
“Fuck, Zaghan. D-don’t, god, don’t touch…me.”
He released a disgruntled sound before detaching his mouth and lifting his head. He pushed himself up, stretching his large body over my petite one. Before I could make another protest despite the agonising ache between my thighs, he buried his face into my neck, lips brushing against my skin, leaving behind a trail of flame.
“In case you didn’t realise it,” he whispered huskily, like a man drunk. “I missed my wife dearly.” He left open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my neck, on my chest, above my breast. “I missed her scent, her body, her fucking moans, and god, I missed her perfect pussy.” I nearly whimpered, clenching my thighs to nurse the burn that was now driving me insane.
“So forget touching, Elizabeth.” His teeth sank into the soft flesh below my ear, his tongue swiping out to numb the sharpache. “I’ll be inside you tonight. All.”Kiss. “Fucking”Kiss. “Night.”
A gasp was caught in my throat when his lips claimed mine in a possessive, lingering kiss. And as much as I wanted to fight him off, to not be like this with him, weak, pathetic, I found myself kissing back, catching up with his pace, opening my mouth when he demanded access, my fingers intermingling in his silky hair as the kiss turned hungry, deep, demanding.
Briefly, he broke away to pull the soft material off my body, tossing it aside before his lips found mine again. His hands were all over my body, kneading my breasts, gripping my hips as he ground his clothed cock against my aching opening.
His low groan vibrated against my lips as he pressed his body to my searing one, his heat overwhelming, his weight pinning me down.
The rough friction of his clothed length brushing against my bare, aching core sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
“Do you feel that?” His voice was husky, his lips over mine. “That’s what this pussy fucking does to me. Seven nights without it, I felt like dying.”
His hands moved with purpose, fingers mapping my skin, gliding down my sides gripping my thighs as he spread them wide.
A shudder wracked my spine as he shifted, his cock pressing harder against my entrance, teasing but refusing to give me what I now craved.
“Zaghan…” I sounded breathless, needy, desperate. But my protest was swallowed by another searing kiss, deep, possessive, and consuming, breaking every ounce of my resolve.
His tongue swiped against mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip, but he soothed the burn with a slow, deliberate lick. He was intoxicating, a mixture of whiskey and sin, then a hint ofcoffee. Driving me insane, making me come apart, shattering in his arms.
He pulled back, and I was left panting, lips tingling, as my body thrummed with anticipation.
His eyes roamed my face, dark with lust, crazed with desire.
Mutteringfuckunder his breath, he lifted his body off me, ripping his shirt off, and then his pants and boxers.
The dim light cast a shadow over his pale and inked skin, highlighting the ridges of his muscles.
I lifted my hand subconsciously, touching him. I had noticed that I loved touching him. His skin was warm beneath my palm, burning when his body pressed against my naked one, his chest brushing my breasts and swollen nipples.
“I wish there’s a mirror where you can see yourself right now.” His fingers trailed down the valley of my breast, my stomach, and stopped where I desperately wanted him the most, plunging deep inside. “So flushed.”Thrust. “So desperate.”Thrust. “So fucking mine.”
“Oh my god!” I arched off the bed when he began to pump the fingers inside me, a gasp slicing past my lips as pleasure crackled through my nerves like a fire licking at dry wood.
“You know you’re a fucking hypocrite right?” He looked at me through the curve of his frosty lashes, his fingers stroking me slowly, lazily, making me whimper and nearly begging. “Always making a villain out of me. Telling me not to touch you. Yelling that you don’t want this. Making it sound like I’m taking advantage of you, and yet here you are, as always, dripping, begging me to fuck you, to bury my cock inside your needy pussy and fuck your little brains out.”
He rolled my clit between his fingers, earning a desperate cry from me. “But don’t worry, we have enough time. Soon, I’ll straighten you out.”
His words were true. Even I hated myself for how quickly my body answered his touch when all I wanted to do was stay away from him. Right now, I wanted to push him off, but when he slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, I fucking fell apart.
My hips rolled against his thrusts, my thighs quaking, a series of moans falling from my lips, while he groaned in response to my body’s reaction to his touch.
“Yes, that’s it,” he coaxed, his fingers working me open. “Break for me, baby. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel. Give me all your pleasures.”
