She glances over her shoulder at me, a mischievous smile on her pouty pink lips. Without breaking eye contact, she widens her stance, one foot at a time. “Touch me. Please.”
I click my tongue. “Patience, baby girl. I’m just getting started.”
I run my palm from the nape of her neck all the way to her round ass, giving one cheek a light squeeze. “I want to memorize you just like this.”
I lay a stinging slap on each side of her ass, watching the soft flesh ripple as redness blooms across her creamy skin.
Needing relief, I tug over my belt buckle and pull down the zipper, freeing my straining erection from its confines. I’m hard as steel and already leaking pre cum.
Angelina’s tongue peeks out to lick her lips, and I nearly come undone. I want to feel her mouth on me, but there’s something else I want so much more than that.
I sink to my knees behind her and spread her cheeks, running my tongue along the length of her. I pause, flicking over her clit several times. Her breath hitches, and she shudders.
I squeeze her ass, licking around the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks, then back down to circle her clit again. Her pussy gives me everything I need, soaking my beard, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
Sliding two fingers into her tight heat, I begin to stroke her inner walls in time with my ministrations. Her moans and sighs fill the quiet balcony, and her body begins to convulse. “That’s right. Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my fingers and tongue like the good little wife I know you can be.”
She unravels at the sound of my voice, body convulsing. I return my mouth to her pussy, tongue fucking her through the high. I stand with my fingers still inside of her, stroking slowly now. My lips skate along her neck and upper back, peppering her with soft kisses.
“Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” she says breathily.
“You can and you will.”
I turn her face and take her mouth, giving her a taste of her arousal. She moans against my lips as I slide my thumb into her ass.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Play with that pretty little clit for me.”
One hand disappears between her thighs, and she drops her head against her forearm. Both holes clench around me as I match her pace. After a few more rough strokes, she comes for a second time, whimpering my name as the orgasm overtakes her.
As the climax subsides, I slip my fingers into my mouth and lick up every drop of her release. She watches me with hooded eyes, still catching her breath.
She stands and takes my cock, stroking me languidly. “Let me taste you,” she whines.
I press a gentle kiss to her lips. “We have all night for that. First, you need to be stuffed full of my cock.”
I take a fistful of her hair, angling her head to the side.
“God yes,” she breathes.
“Say my name.” My lips travel down the side of her neck, licking and nipping at her flesh.
“Griffin.” She whimpers my name, sending a jolt of electricity to my dick.
“That’s right. Remember that when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom, holding it between us. She glances from the small foil wrapper to me with some unspoken emotion on her face. She takes it between two white-tipped fingers and tosses it aside. “I want you to fill me up completely.” She captures my hand and presses it to her soft belly. “Put another babyin me, Griffin.”
My throat constricts, and my heart lurches in my chest. I sweep the hair away from her face, letting my fingers trace the line of her cheek and jaw. “I promised I would never make you go through that again. Jessie is enough for me, you know that.”
“I know, and I love you for it, but I want this. I talked to the doctor and stopped my birth control before the trip. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Says the woman who hates surprises.”
“But you love them, so it balances out.”
A laugh escapes me, and I kiss her soundly. “Are you sure?”
