I swallowed as she tugged the trunks down, my dick springing free. I let out a shaky breath as she slid the trunks down my legs, until we were both naked, in the middle of the day, on the deck of my yacht. Our yacht.
“I … I don’t know if I like blow jobs. I’ve never received one.”
Her hands, resting on the tops of my thighs, stilled.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Anything You Need
IRINA
“What?” I looked up, mouth agape at my gorgeous, sexy, kind, giving—oh so fucking giving—husband. “You’ve … never?”
He shook his head, cheeks flaming. For once I was not enjoying the sight of the flush creeping over his skin.Cadence, that fucking selfish bitch.
Guilt twinged in me. I’d had three full days of the best sex of my life with him, and despite having dreamed about doing just this, I’d never once offered, never once taken the initiative. Possibly because he was always so giving, with his hands, and his mouth, and then he’d be inside of me, and we were both so well and truly satisfied afterwards …
But maybe he was always so giving because he’d only ever had experience with a partner who took and never returned the favour.
I pushed back those feelings. Unlike that self-centredscroafa, I would show him that he deserved to be worshipped. He deserved to receive.
“Well,” I breathed, sliding my palms up his legs, trailing the backs of my fingers up the engorged length of him. “I’d better make sure your first one is … unforgettable.”
“Catnip … everything you do is—ungh!”
I grinned as his head lolled back when I licked him from base to crown, my nails grazing gently against his balls. I circled the head withmy tongue, a mewl of pleasure tearing from me when I tasted the salty tang of his precum.
“Catnip … fuck …” he rasped, clenching his fingers against the fabric of the lounge. I was obsessed with undoing him enough to get him to swear like that.
“Oh, Hubby, this is going to be so much fun,” I purred, pressing a kiss to the very tip of him, and then opening my lips, taking him between them.
He was so thick in my mouth, and the hot pulse of his cock against my tongue had me moaning, wet heat flooding between my legs as I worked my way down his shaft. The soft, low, incoherent sounds he made only fuelled my desire, and I took him as deep into my throat as I could, my tongue sliding along the underside of him on the way back up and back down again, finding a rhythm that had my clit pulsing in time to every bob of my head.
“God … Ri, I’m not going to … this is … holy shit,” he mumbled, rocking his hips and pushing himself deeper into my throat. I gagged, and he gasped, trying to pull away. I gripped the base of him in my fist and slid up, taking a breath, pumping him with my hand.
“Sorry!” he panted. I grinned up at him, bathing his cock head with my tongue, then taking him deeper into my mouth than before, breathing through the pressure at the back of my throat. I hummed around him, saliva dripping from my mouth to coat my hand.
I stroked, and sucked, and licked, andla naiba,I was addicted to this, to watching him try to hold on and slowly unravel as he reached the point of no return. I was enjoying it so much, I thought I could probably reach between my legs and get myself off with one thrust of my fingers into my dripping pussy.
I could pull away, climb him and slide my pussy onto him, take his orgasm that way … but this wasn’t about me. This was abouthispleasure. About showing him what he deserved from a woman … from a wife.
His body went suddenly tight. “Catnip, I’m so close … you don’t have to?—”
I hollowed my cheeks, eyeing him with a cheeky challenge as I sucked him deep, and with a rumbled, “Oh … oh fuck, yes!” His muscles rippled, and his cock swelled even thicker in my mouth, and then he was shooting hot jets down my throat, clawing at the lounge cushions for dear life as I swallowed over and over again, taking everything he gave me.
As his orgasm subsided, and his body relaxed, he reached for me, eyes glassy, mouth slack. He caressed my cheek with his thumb.
“That was … incredible,” he murmured, his words hoarse. “Youare incredible.”
I released his cock with a wet pop and smiled softly up at him. “It’s the very least you deserve, Hubby.” I pushed myself up, to find his mouth with mine. He kissed me deeply, clearly not concerned about the taste of his cum still coating my tongue. Which only intensified my arousal, and I couldn’t help the little, desperate noise that erupted from my throat.
He pulled back, his fingers on the nape of my neck, eyes searching my face. Slowly, his lips stretched into a wicked grin.
“Did my wife enjoy sucking me dry so much that she needs … relief?” he rumbled, hand sliding down my throat, over the sensitive spot where he’d sucked a hickey into me as he fingered me in the spa. He grazed my nipples, and I gasped.
“Your wife loves your cock,” I replied, taking his hand and guiding it between my legs. He groaned when his fingers slid against my slickness. “So much that I’m aching for you here.”
“Well, we can’t leave you unfulfilled, can we?” He found my piercing and tugged on it, making me cry out. “Stand up, turn around and bend over, Catnip.”
