Her mouth? Her husband wanted her to use her mouth?
“Your beautiful pink tongue.”
Her thrusting, ugly tongue. It was one thing to put her tongue in his mouth when they kissed, where he couldn’t see it, but he would see it if she put it on his member.
And . . . and . . . and it wasn’t clean down there, was it?
She had to refuse her husband. She couldn’t do what he wanted. She would never do that. But she didn’t have the words, she couldn’t say the words.
She moved her hand faster and cupped his scrotum with her other hand. She kissed him feverishly, covering his mouth so he couldn’t ask her to do that again.
She had to arouse him this way and get him inside her and he would forget about wanting her mouth on his member.
She succeeded. He moaned into her ardent, messy kisses and his cock swelled in her hand and when she bent her knee and put his shaft against her wet cleft, he rolled and got on top of her and thrust into her.
His torso rubbing against hers, his chest gliding over her breasts, his mouth on hers. Their bodies touched everywhere with him inside her. She ran her fingers through his silver hair. She gripped his broad shoulders, felt every muscle in his back, stroked and kneaded his perfect, flexing, round buttocks.
“Can I take my time, Caro?”
“Yes.”Yeth.
“You’ll tell me if you’re too sore, darling? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She locked her legs around his, digging her heels into the backs of his knees, keeping him close. There was no need for him to withdraw. They were married. She assumed he wanted an heir. He would stay in her quim until he had spent and she would not have to put her mouth on his cock.
His movements were unhurried. His kisses were lingering, almost languid. Perhaps because he had spent so recently. Or because he had tired himself out the first time. Or because he wanted her to have a different experience from the other times they had coupled, when they had both rushed to release.
She did not think she would spend this way. She was so full of jangling nerves after his suggestion she use her tongue on him. And he was not touching her pearl directly, although a bony place on his pelvis pushed over her maidenhair and rubbed her as he slowly and sensually stroked in and out of her.
He was inside her and moving against her for so long. A sensation deep inside grew and grew.
He kissed her and he spoke to her and his wash of words coated her and soothed her and relaxed her. It was a stream of nonsense, ofdarlingandsweetnessandgood girlandso wetandhow lovelywhispered against her mouth.
And when he saidmy wife, she exploded with a cry and shook and clutched and, yes, she wept.
“Oh, Caro.” He held her head in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe her tears away. “You should know I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do.”
He had known. He had known she didn’t want to put her tongue on his cock.
“You can tell me anything. I want you to tell me everything.”
She couldn’t tell him everything. She had been silent for too many years. She had too much locked up inside of her.
But she could kiss him.
She put her ugly tongue in his mouth and tried to tell him with her licks and nips how beautiful he was. How grateful she was to be married to such a generous man.
He did spend inside her, long after she had spent. So long afterward that she felt herself climbing to another peak. But she did not hold him back when his eyes and his groans and his quickening thrusts told her he was near.
He stayed lying on top of her afterwards and she luxuriated in having his weight on her, pressing her into the mattress as she ran her fingers up and down his back. He was so still, she thought he might have fallen asleep again, but if he did sleep, it was only for seconds.
She heard his purr. “What does my Caro want now? Shall I make you spend with my tongue, darling?”
An offer to pay her that kind of attention again. Even though they were legally bound and he no longer needed to persuade her to marry him. And he knew she did not want to reciprocate.
He raised his head from her chest and looked at her.
“And I don’t want you to worry about anything. Phin wants to pleasure you and he doesn’t expect anything back from you, do you understand?”
