But none of that comes.
Instead she's kissing me back with wild abandon, like a woman on a mission to prove she wants me. Her tongue tangles with mine with an aggression that stuns me … then stokes my need.
She tunnels her fingers into my hair to keep me close. Blood roars in my head as I push her robe and nightgown away with unsteady hands, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin. Her warm, delicious scent is a narcotic; as I crush her hair, I can smell faint apple from the silken strands.
Need pulses in my veins, throbs through me. My dick aches so hard it feels like it's about to break.
Desperate to maintain some semblance of control, I cup her breast, kneading it, toying with it. My thumb brushes over her beaded nipple more lightly than a feather, but she shudders violently.
"More," she moans, breaking away from our kiss long enough for that one word. And I give it to her, circling the tip with my thumb, my touch light and teasing. Her fingers in my hair tighten until my scalp feels the sting. I pick her up and prop her on the vanity; her thighs part wide to let me stand between them. She rocks shamelessly, her cunt wet.
She can't fake this. She can't will her body to be this ready for me. She either wants my dick in her pussy or she doesn't. And I'm inexplicably grateful for that bit of honesty from her, then ticked off with myself for feeling anything positive.
She is wanton, her eyes barely slits as she looks at me, her body liquid and undulating with desire. Her nipples are so tight I know they have to hurt every time she draws a breath. She digs her small, even teeth into her swollen lower lip. I'm so attuned to her, I know what she wants, but I don't want to give it to her. Not like this.
"Beg for it," I say. "Tell me exactly what you want; don't leave anything out."
"You." She shudders. "Your mouth on my breasts-one after the other." She licks her mouth, and the muscles in her throat works as she swallows. "You on your knees as you eat me out." Flush tints her cheeks. "Your hands in my hair as you"-the flush spreads to her chest-"fuck my mouth and my hand between my legs so when you come, I come too."
I order myself to be disgusted-the way I felt disgusted by the other Annabelle when she moaned and writhed against me in the closet while the wedding guests milled about on the other side of the door. But instead my wife's words are like flames, burning away my self-control. I want to give her everything that shaky voice of hers is asking for.
Because I know she means every syllable. Her voice might be quavering, but her gaze has been steadily on my face the entire time.
She drops her eyes to my cock, her lips parting softly. I look down and see clear beads of liquid dripping down my thick shaft.
Unable to stop myself, I step forward and take her mouth in a kiss. This time it's lush, the intent to arouse and pleasure.
Belle clings to me desperately, and I reward her by tweaking a nipple between my fingers. She gasps against my lips, and I feel myself growing even harder.
I pull away to take her other breast into my mouth. I suck it deep inside, my tongue running over the hard nub. Her back arches, and her sharp cry echoes around the bathroom walls. I run a hand along her inner thigh, and she spreads her legs wider. Her wet heat beckons me closer, and I dig my fingers into her slick folds.
"So fucking hot," I groan.
"Don't stop," she begs.
I laugh darkly. A horde of barbarians wouldn't be able to tear me from her now. I tease her opening, feel the muscles clench with emptiness. This intimate, I can sense everything-her sweet scent, the tiny quivers of her flesh that say she is dying for what I can give her, and the shuddery breaths she takes to control herself.
Except I don't want her in control. I want her out of her mind. I want her shattered.
I switch to the other breast and plunge two fingers into her.
She cries out, her inner muscles clutching the digits like her life depends on it. I give her time to adjust while I suckle her breast. It isn't long before she's rocking against me, needing me to move.
I leisurely work my fingers in and out, making sure to stimulate the front wall of her vagina, as my thumb circles around, and then over, her swollen clit. Her breath grows more jagged and rougher, the sounds in her throat primal and raw. She tightens her grip in my hair as though that will anchor her. I drive her ruthlessly, relentlessly until her body bows and jerks helplessly in climax.
Remembering what she's begged me to do, I lower myself and thrust my tongue into her dripping cunt before she's come down from the high. She shakes violently as I start in, her arms barely holding her up. Her leg muscles tighten, her toes curling. Her heels dig into my back, and I relish her reaction. I lick at her, suck her in and thrust into her until her muscles spasm in another orgasm. She shoves a fist against her mouth, and I grip her thighs hard.