“That’s for calling me an asshole.” He fed her legs over his shoulders and nudged the lips of her sex with his nose. His breath felt ticklish, warm, delightful.
“You behaved like one. Not telling me what was going on. Oh yeah, like that.” She moaned as he dragged his tongue up through the seam of her pussy. Sparkly stardust and all sorts of good things flowed up her spine, lighting her up from inside. “More.”
Big hands slid beneath her butt and cupped a cheek each. His thumbs opened her pussy to his mouth. There were soft flicks of his tongue dancing across her labia, followed by harder strokes this way and that. No rhyme or reason. He played her to perfection, her husband. Her hands twisted in the sheets. “Mmm, Adam. You’re so good with your mouth.”
With a wet sound he drew back and gave her a critical look. “Not good enough if you’re still talking. My wife. My lovely, lovely wife.” His hands spread her ass cheeks sufficiently to raise awareness, and his thumb rubbed over her tight, puckered back entrance. He watched her all the while, mouth glossy with her juices. “What was it you called me?”
“I said you had pretty eyes.”
“Hmm. Before that.” The pad of his finger teased her rim, round and round, back and forth. It made for a surprisingly pleasurable threat. All those nerve endings fired to life. He watched her carefully as her back arched and she sucked in a hard breath, shoulders tensing. “I can’t quite remember what you said.”
“Adam,” she pleaded. “Please. Make me come.”
His finger pushed lightly against the tight opening, again and again, but went no farther. “Okay.”
He lowered his head and gave her pussy a long, enthusiastic French kiss. Her eyes rolled back into her head. So fantastically good, it went on and on. He made her mindless. His tongue licked through her folds, testing and teasing her. The constant pressure of his lips moving against her almost sent her into orbit. He was truly stellar at giving head. The muscles in her belly leaped and her thighs tensed. Every atom in her focused on what Adam was getting up to between her legs.
And the finger teasing her asshole. Slipping in a small way and drawing back gently. It all felt so wonderfully good. Everything else fell away. When he fastened his mouth to her clit, she came apart with a hoarse cry, body convulsing in his grip. Explosions behind her eyelids. Fireworks. She might never move again.
Gods, what a day.
“There we go,” Adam whispered, picking her up in his arms and depositing her back in the middle of the bed. His big, warm body came over her and she opened her eyes to find him staring back at her. “Better?”
She nodded, still dazed. Her limbs lay forgotten, floppy and listless.
“Good.” He parted her legs with one of his own and she took the hint, making room for him between her thighs. Right where she wanted him to be. His gaze never wavered as he reached down, fitted his cock to her and pushed. Her pussy clenched at him greedily.
“Hmm, yes.” Louise wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until his chest hair brushed against her breasts. The hard heat of him inside her felt perfect. The way he filled her and stretched her exactly right. His scent covered her—soap and clean male sweat. She wanted to wrap herself around him and soak him up.
And there was the musky smell of her cum on his face. He didn’t mind getting dirty with her, a fact that filled her with glee. Such a beautiful man, her husband.
He moved slowly, surely, the thrust and retreat of his body inside hers gradually bringing her back to life. Sensation spread through her like liquid heat racing through her veins. All the while he stared into her face, watching her every reaction. It was as if he were studying her. Gauging what stroke of his talented cock had her catching her breath and writhing beneath him. Then he would do it again, and again, gazing at her all the while. Helplessly, she stared back at him. Caught up in whatever built between them. Unable to fight it even if she wanted to.
“Princess, play with your clit for me. Make yourself come.”
“I don’t know if I can again so soon.”
“Shhh. Just try for me.”
With a jerky nod, she fumbled her hand down her body. Her slick clit felt hard and ready. Adam’s body bumped her hand, adding to the pressure.
“Good girl.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice breathy and weak.
“I won’t. You can trust me.”
He didn’t stop. Her body tightened, tensed, as she came again with her fingers sliding over her clit. Adam snarled and hammered into her, over and over. He clutched at her as he came with his face buried against her neck.
When he rolled to the side he took her with him, keeping their sweat-covered bodies tight against each other, guarding her against the chill in the air. Eventually, Adam pulled the blanket up to cover them and nestled her in against him. It took a long time for her head to stop spinning. The noise in her heart wouldn’t quit.