Page 89 of Holding Penalty

But I can’t resist. Her pussy is right below me, and I could no more resist finally tasting her right now than a man dying of thirst could resist a cool cup of water.

I kiss a hot trail toward her center, and when I see her up close, I have to take a moment to marvel again.

“So fucking pretty.” The words fall reverently from my mouth. “And fucking soaked for me.”

Lightly, I glance the tip of my tongue up the length of her slit. A hint of her flavor dances on my tongue, and my eyes roll.

“Fucking hell, Piper. Is that how you taste?” I drag my tongue up the length of her again, with more force this time, gathering more of her wetness. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, eyes fluttering closed, sheer bliss coating my mouth. “How is it even possible that you taste better than I imagined?”

“You’ve imagined it often?” Piper asks. Her voice is wry and teasing.

“Every fucking day,” I say, taking another long, light drag of my tongue up her slit.

“Prove it, then.”

This fucking woman. Half an hour ago she had me worried for her life, and now I’m smirking against her pussy.

I eat her the way I’ve dreamed of for ages. Her hips hug the sides of my face as my lips and tongue lavish their attention on every fucking centimeter of her.

I press my tongue into her opening, greedy for as much of her taste as possible. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I groan against her wetness.

When I start to play with her clit, her hands shoot into my hair, her grip curling so hard that my scalp burns. I fucking love it. Each time her hands fist tighter and my hair tugs sharper and more painfully, I know I’m doing something right.

Her legs start to shake around my head, her stomach starts to undulate, tremors sweeping through her body, and I can sense she’s close.

When she starts to chant my name, I pay more attention to her tight clit, drawing it into my mouth and slanting my tongue against it with more pressure.

I swirl my tongue around it at just the right angle, and she falls apart. I feel her orgasm pulsing through her as I draw it out with my mouth for as long as possible, feeding on every drop of release she gives me. I’m making my wife come for the first time, and I love it.

It’s long fucking overdue.

And it damn sure won’t be the last time. Hell, it won’t be the last time this hour.

“Nash, that was fucking, fucking …”

She’s searching for the right word. But knowing that there are no words fit to describe what just happened, I silence her by pressing my mouth to hers, coating her lips with the flavor of her own arousal.

Her body was limp from the strength of her orgasm, but when she tastes her own flavor, it’s like an electric current passes through her. She’s charged up again, leaning into my kiss, delving into my mouth and pressing her tongue against mine, lapping up the taste of the orgasm that just rendered her breathless.

My cock presses against her center while we kiss, and the feel of her warmth against my shaft hitches my chest.

Piper shifts, bracketing my hips with her thighs. In this position, the tip of my crown brushes against her slick opening as it bobs in the air to the beat of my pounding heart.

Piper pulls back from our kiss. “Come on, Nash. Fuck your wife like a good husband already.”

My fists curl tight into the bedsheets beside her shoulders as I try not to push into her right now. Because before I do, I need to say, “I don’t have any condoms in the house.”

“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control,” she answers. “It’s okay. You trust me?”

My heart responds with a pulse in my chest before I can respond with words. “Of course I do. And I’m clean, too.”

She tilts her hips, pressing her warm opening against me. Her wetness is at the tip of my head, and it’s like my chest flips upside down. My jaw clenches so tight I can barely grind out the question, “Ready?”

Piper nods, and I enter her.

Pleasure scatters through me as I slowly push into her, giving her time to adjust to my size. Her warmth coats my shaft, and the friction of her slick clench against the head of my dick has white-hot bliss like I’ve never felt before shooting through me.

My hips are twitchy as I restrain them from thrusting with every bit of frenzied excitement I’m trying to control. I know I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt her.