“Oh, no, Clover,” he says, trying to pull away entirely, but I quickly wrap my legs around him, holding him to me.
“No, no. Don’t go. Please. I’ll…I’ll say it.”
His grin grows wider.
I slide my tongue over my dry lips. “Can you get on with…going down on me?”
Both brows rise, and I know it’s not the words he’s looking for. I grit my teeth. If I weren’t so damn turned on right now, I’d be annoyed.
“Well?” he prompts when I don’t say anything.
I sigh. “Can you get on with…eating my pussy?”
The request is barely audible even to me, and I’m the one who spoke the words.
He leans closer, tipping his ear toward me. “I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite catch what you said. Something about…”
“Eating my pussy!”
The words are loud and filthy, and I hate saying them, but right now, I don’t care. I just want to feel his tongue on me in all the best ways.
I look at my husband. “Please, Callum. I want you to eat my pussy.”
His eyes darken even more, and he says, “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Then he’s kissing me again, and this time, I’m not even mad about it. I just need him so badly that I’ll take whatever I can get right now. Just like before, it’s soft and slow, but he doesn’t linger nearly as long. He trails his lips down my chin and the column of my throat, paying extra attention to the spot at the base that I love. Then he’s going down, down, down until he’s kissing the tops of my breasts. His finger slides under the cup of my bra, pulling it aside until I’m exposed to him and he can clamp his mouth around my already pert nipple.
“Oh god,” I cry out when he flicks his tongue over it. “Yes, please, yes.”
His laughter feels good as it vibrates around me, and I want to cry when he releases me. Then I realize where he’s going as he kisses a wet path down. He traces his tongue over the stretch marks that fan out across my belly. I’ve always hated them, but Callum made sure I knew he didn’t.
“Fuck,” he says, his lips ghosting against my skin. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, you know that? I don’t give a shit if we’re living on different continents, you’re still going to be the prettiest thing in the whole damn world, and I could spend an eternity worshipping you like this.”
I’d let you.
It’s too much too fast, which sounds ridiculous given that we’ve been married for nearly a decade, but we’re not there. Not yet.
When his lips meet the top of my leggings, he yanks them down and off my legs in a flash, taking my panties right along with them. I have no time at all to worry about feeling awkward or insecure because Callum isright there, his warm breath tickling me.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, his eyes on mine. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop if I start.”
“Then don’t stop.”
It all happens so fast, and I arch off the bed as he drags his tongue up my slit, then back down again before he latches on to my clit and sucks me hard.
“Holy…”
But nothing else comes out. I’m too busy getting lost in the feel of his mouth on me for the first time in so many years. It’s perfect. Pure fucking bliss. I’m not sure I’ll ever come down from this, and I don’t think I want to.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against me. “Fuck. You have no idea how much I missed burying my tongue in my wife’s cunt.”
As embarrassing as it is, the one word is all it takes to set me off, and I’m coming way sooner than I ever wanted. My orgasm slams into me, and I squeeze my thighs together, even though I’m not sure if I’m trying to get him to stop or keep him there.
I guess Callum decides for me. He continues to eat me, his tongue switching between fast and slow strokes as he builds me right back up after breaking me down. He adds a finger into the mix, then two, his mouth never leaving me as he pumps his digits into me in short strokes.
He knows it’ll never get me off, and I think it’s what he wants—to keep me teetering and at his mercy. I can’t continue on likethat, though. I need a reprieve, or I fear my heart might burst out of my chest with how fast it’s beating.
“Callum…” I plead. “Please. I need to come again.”
