“I want to taste you,” I growled.
“So do I,” she shot back.
Fuck.
I released her and flipped her around so the water sloshed down her back to keep her warm. My erection was betweenus, and she glanced up at me briefly, smiling wickedly, before dropping to her knees and swallowing my shaft.
I could feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, and it went past it.
She doesn’t give blow jobs? Bullshit. Irrational jealousy threatened to consume me. And I fought against the red hazing my vision, thinking of the other men who?—
“Fuck,” I growled.
I gripped her hair viciously and yanked her off my cock. Lowering my head, I snarled, “I won’t be gentle.”
That was her only warning before I shoved her head back down. Feeling her teeth graze my cock only added fuel to my ferocity. Nails dug into the back of my thighs to keep herself steady, but I continued to use her to appease the monster inside me. The offended husband shot by his wife, the unexpected red-hot jealousy. I didn’t even care about the virginity issue. It was the idea that she’d been intimate this way with other men. Men I wanted to hunt down and obliterate from the face of this planet and her memory.
But I was going to mark her.
I exploded in her mouth. Her arms flailed. I derived satisfaction from using her this way. I allowed her room so she wouldn’t choke on my cum. But she was going to swallow every drop of me, dammit. She could bite my dick in protest. I didn’t care. But she was going to appease the jealous beast inside me.
I continued controlling her head movements.
“Had enough, hmm?”
She glared at me. Her face, blotchy. Her eyes, red. Her tears were mixed with the water from the shower. Finally, I released her hair. She shoved my torso, but my unyielding stance sent her flat on her ass.
“What the fuck, Kirill?”
“What the fuck?” I taunted. “You give blow jobs like a goddamn slut.” I yanked her up and lowered my head. “But guess what, wife? You’re my goddamn slut. Got it? Mine. MINE. I’m the last man whose dick you’re sucking.”
“Fuck you!” she yelled. “You’re insane, you know that?!”
I gripped her shoulders. I grinned at her maniacally. “Let’s test that theory.”
As with my original plan, I backed her against the shower stall. We were in a cloud of steam, and the bathroom was turning into a sauna, so I shut the water off. But before Lucy could move, I dropped to my knees, grabbed her left leg and draped it over my shoulder, and dove right in. Straight into fucking ecstasy.
The delicious taste of her saturated my tongue. I inhaled her deeply, rubbing my nose in Lucy’s natural scent. I was feral for her. I attacked and attacked, unrelenting in the strokes of my tongue. She was drenched. Her arousal fed my thirst, my hunger.
Her fingers found their way to my scalp. She wasn’t pulling me away. She was keeping my head where it was. I guess it was fair payback since I made her choke on my dick that I would suffocate eating pussy.
“Oh God. Oh my God.”
I sucked on her swollen clit. Felt it swell some more right before she screamed. I continued to eat her as if her dripping wet cunt sustained my survival. Fuck me. I could live here and die. But this was nothing compared to the feeling inside her.
We had time.
We had a whole fucking weekend.
Fuck that, I’d keep her in this cabin until I was satiated like a bear before hibernation.
After wringing out a couple more cries and orgasms from my wife, I rose to my feet.
She had a silly grin on her face that invited an answering smile from me.
A tug on my chest, a fucking feeling called tenderness slowly pushed away the clawing need for possession. Strange, how I started to assign names to the unfamiliar emotions I’d been grappling with in the past few months.
“I need sleep,” she groaned.
