I’m starting tocravehis touch. Not just tolerate it, but I need it like I need air. I had the best night’s sleep of my life in his arms.
And now, my body is onfirefor him.
“Open your eyes, angelos mou, I want you to look at me.”
I manage to get my eyes open and then sigh in happiness because my husband is gloriously naked, braced above me, his arms flexed under the pressure of keeping his weight over me, andholy shit, he’s something glorious to behold.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says against my lips, his dark eyes pinned to mine.
“I was just thinking the same about you.”
Pleasure moves through those eyes, and I can’t stop touching his tattoos. He has so many, all down his right arm, and Ilovethem.
But before I can ask any questions, his magical lips start to journey down my body. He pauses at my breasts, laving them with his tongue, before he moves farther south.
“Julian, you don’t have to?—”
“No, I don’t have to do a fucking thing, but I get to eat this gorgeous pussy for breakfast.” He bites me, right where my leg meets my hip, and I groan in pure, unadulterated lust. “I’m going to consume every fucking inch of you, wife.”
Oh, hell yes.Please consume me.
Before I can voice those thoughts, he spreads my legs, and then his mouth is on me, making me see stars. I swear, the world explodes around me when he licks me from my entrance to my clit, and then back down again.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls. “And all fucking mine.”
“Yours.” I can’t resist reaching down to fist my hand in his hair, and when my hips come up off the bed and electricityshoots up my spine, I don’t know if I’m holding him to me or trying to push him away. “Oh God.”
“So responsive,” he murmurs, and brushes his fingertip over my lips before pressing inside, and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Even with just one finger.”
Of course, I am. I’m a virgin.
But I can’t voice that thought out loud because I’m fairly sure my soul just left my body.
“Julian!”
“Oh, I like that. Good fucking girl. I want my name coming out of your mouth when I’m eating this cunt. Say it again.”
He sucks on my clit and adds another finger inside me, and I scream his name.
“Julian!”
“Mm, that’s my dirty little angel.” He nibbles on my inner thigh. “We’re not close to being done. You can make a bigger mess than this.”
Panting, I stare down at him. His mouth is glistening with my climax, and he’s grinning up at me.
This is the sexiest moment of my life.
“We’re doing this again,” he says and presses a wet kiss to my pubis, just above my clit. “Fuck.”
I moan and circle my hips. “I can return the favor, you know.”
“There’s no favor here. That implies that I didn’t want to do this in the first place. When in reality”—he brushes his knuckles up and down my slit, so gently that it sends little sparks through me—“I’ve beencravingthis for a long fucking time. Longer than I want to admit. Now, I’m going to eat you, and you’re going to soak this bed. Got it?”
“Soak the bed?” I frown down at him. “I don’t want to ...pee on you. I’m not into that.”
He chuckles and kisses my other thigh, as if he thinks I’m adorable. “That’s not what this is. You have to trust me. Can you do that?”
I blink at him and then nod slowly, and he presses the sweetest kiss right over my clit.
