I grip my cock as she hoists herself up onto the counter I think is supposed to be used for doing your makeup, but right now, it’s being used to put my wife on display. She hikes her dress up, then opens her thighs.
“More,” I tell her, still jacking myself slowly.
Chloe pulls her panties to the side, revealing herself to me fully, and I drop to my knees like I’m begging for mercy. And maybe I am.
“What? No, no. If I don’t get to have fun, you don’t either. You?—”
Her words die a slow death as I drag my tongue over her wet slit, and I smile as her legs slide even farther apart. I inch closer, pushing into her cunt, and she cries out.
“Oh god, Callum.” Her fingers slip through my hair. “That feels so good.”
“Tastes good too,” I tell her, then dive back in for more.
I’ve loved eating her out from the start, and I think it’s one of the things I missed the most about her being gone. I missed spending time on my knees, feeling her thighs pressed against my ears, and hearing the low whimpers she elicits every time I suck her clit between my lips.
Which is exactly what I do next.
“Yes,” she mutters. “Please, yes.”
I continue to lap her, dragging my tongue over every inch, paying extra attention to her clit every so often, then starting over again.
“You’re killing me,” she complains when I do it for the fifth time. “If I don’t come soon, I might cry.”
It doesn’t matter that her words remind me of Lawson’s—I’m so damn into tasting her that it doesn’t even bother me. When I pull off her little bud for the eighth time, she groans, and it’s clear if I don’t stop messing around soon, she won’t be fulfilling her promise to finish the job she started.
So I slip a finger into her, then another. It’s when I add the third and put my lips back to her clit that her orgasm finally rolls through her, and she comes with a shout. She’s not even done shaking before I’m pushing to my feet. I drag her off the counter, then turn her around.
“I thought you were worried about wrinkling my dress,” she says as I push the satiny material up.
“Right now, I’m just worried about how good your cunt looks stretched around my cock.” I arrange her how I want her—one leg up on the counter, the other foot on the floor—and drag my finger under the sliver of material that’s hidden between her bare cheeks. “Do you know how fucking hot this thing is?”
“I hate it.”
“Well, I don’t.” I push the underwear aside and swipe my thumb over her hole. A shiver rolls down her back, and I swear I feel her legs shake. “I could fuck you here instead, you know. If you wanted me to.”
“Yes,” she whispers with a sigh of delight. She always loved it when I took her ass. “I want.”
As tempting as it sounds…
“I will, Clover,” I promise her. “But not now. Tonight, I want your pussy.”
“It’s yours, Callum. Take it.”
I slam into her without another word, loving the cry that leaves her as I bury myself until I can’t anymore. I drag my cock back out slowly, then thrust in again.
“I think you got bigger,” she says, her breaths uneven. “It certainly feels like you did.”
I didn’t, it’s just the angle, but my stupid chest puffs up anyway, and I rock into her again.
“Callum…people are probably looking for us, you know.”
“Are you saying you want me to speed this up?”
She peeks at me over her shoulder. “I’m saying I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I give in to what I want, and I pound into her with abandon. Over and over, loving how her ass shakes with each thrust, showing off the dimples I want to drag my tongue over.
And she takes it all. Every hard thrust, every squeeze as I grip her tight, and every damn grunt as I get closer to my release. If someone were to walk past this room right now, there’s no way they wouldn’t hear our skin slapping together or our harsh breaths filling the otherwise quiet room.
