A Wildly Seductive Night(23)

The second his hand stroked down his shaft, her breathing picked up. Her eyes widened, going glossy as he jerked himself.

“You like that? Does that heat up your pussy, gorgeous?”

“So much,” she said, her eyes drifting between her legs.

What a glorious sight. And it was made even more scorching when she dropped her hand between her thighs, played with her clit, and spread her lips wide for him.

Showing him.

Oh hell. Lust pumped at Mach speed in him as he stroked. She was inches away, so he brought his dick to her face, and rubbed the head over her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, flicking over him.

Felt so fucking good.

He pulled back, letting her watch, since he knew this turned her into an inferno. This was her pleasure, part of her foreplay, and she could have anything she wanted from him. Scooting back on the bed, she rested on her elbows, gazing slack-jawed at his hand shuttling up and down his shaft.

“Look at how you already made me wetter,” she murmured.

“Even after what I did to you on the balcony?” he asked as he pumped his dick into his hand.

She nodded, her eyes glinting with wild desire. “Feel me. Rub your cock against me.”

Desire ricocheted through him as he climbed over her, and she parted her legs.

“Fuck, Julia.” He groaned at the view of her, wide open and turned on. She glistened. Her pussy was slick with her own arousal. He rubbed the head of his cock against her. Jesus Christ, she was fantastic. Lush and wet, like paradise. He wanted to sink into her, fuck her ’til she came around his cock, then loosen up her ass and take her there.

Come to think of it, that sounded like a fine idea.

“I’m going to fuck you first, gorgeous. Lube me up with all this wetness. Make my dick so fucking wet from your pussy,” he said, and shoved into her in one smooth motion.

She cried out and wrapped her legs around his back instantly, tugging him closer. Her arms found his neck, and she laced her hands around him. He stroked in and out, her hot walls clamping down on his shaft. Pleasure ripped through his body, but he fought it off because no way was he coming now. Not a chance in hell. His mission—get her off. He wanted his Julia bathed in orgasms, one right after the other.

He braced on his forearms and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I know that Sazerac relaxed you nice and good, but I’m thinking another orgasm ought to do the trick, too. You?”

“Go for a double,” she moaned.

He swept his tongue along her earlobe, driving his dick into her, making sure his shaft rubbed against her clit as he fucked her. “Say the words. Say make me come, and I’ll give it to you how you like it.”

“Oh God, make me come, make me come, make me come.”

And he fucked her hard and deep, stabbing his cock into her hot wetness ’til she dug her nails into his shoulders and keened a loud, earth-shattering scream as she climaxed.

A tremor of pleasure coursed down his spine, and he forced himself to freeze, stilling his body, gritting his teeth. He pulled out.

“You’re almost ready,” he said, reaching for the bottle and flipping open the cap.

With her all loose and warm from her second orgasm, he spread her legs wider. He drizzled some lube on his fingers, rubbed two together to warm it up, then lowered his hand between her legs, pressing the pad of his finger against her rear. She bit her lip.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

He pressed, feeling her tense briefly as he pushed past the ring of muscles. Then she arched up, lifting her hips. He smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You like that?”

“I do,” she said on a panting breath.

Not a surprise there. She’d liked it when he’d fingered her while eating her sweet pussy on the deck. Still, something about her liking it now, when it was just his finger, when he was prepping her for his cock, turned him on even more. The very notion that his beautiful, brilliant, sensual wife wanted to explore the boundaries of pleasure rocked him to the core. It wasn’t even about the baseness of the act. It wasn’t even the carnality that turned him on.

“Another finger,” she whispered hotly, urging him on. “You need to get me ready.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I suppose one finger won’t do the trick.”

She shivered as he played with her ass. “Pretty sure,” she said, then drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper. “That,” she said on another moan, as her eyes rolled closed. “Your cock is many, many fingers wide. And I want it all.”

Fucking inferno. That was what he was right now. She’d struck the match, and he burned. That was what turned him on the most. Her willingness to try made his blood shoot to scorching temperatures.