Marital Bliss(4)

Clint moaned and she felt him stop the car, grinning when he put it in park. They were already on the road to the cabin. Technically anyone could drive by and see them. Perhaps an agent checking to make sure they made it okay. But she doubted it. Still, the thought of someone catching them made her extremely hot.

Clint gathered her hair in his hands and held it back from her face. He always did that when she gave him a blowjob. He said he liked to see her face, that watching how much pleasure she got in sucking his cock made him even hotter. She understood. She loved to watch him when he went down on her.

She sucked the head in, loving the way it flared over the top of his shaft like the head of a mushroom. She loved everything about his cock, especially how well he used it to bring her pleasure. She worked her mouth down along his shaft, taking more and more of him in until she felt him hit the back of her throat. Then she swallowed.

It had taken her plenty of practice to get to the point where she could do it. She’d gagged a lot at first. But practice made perfect and he was more than willing to let her use him. She still remembered overhearing one of his buddies talk about a girl who could deep-throat and how amazing it felt. She’d asked Clint about it later.

Clint had just laughed and told her that any guy would love it. But a blowjob was a blowjob and any guy would love that too. Still, she was a bit of perfectionist. All right, a big perfectionist, and she’d made it her mission to learn to do it and do it better than anyone else. Clint liked that about her.

Now she sucked and licked and took him as far as she could into her throat, working his balls with her other hand. She knew just how he liked it. She knew to take her time and work him nice and slow with soft sucks and licks while rubbing her fingers around the taut sac of his balls. She listened to his breathing, felt for the increased tension in the muscles of his thighs as her cues of when to change tempo.

And she enjoyed. She loved the taste of him on her tongue. The first time she’d given him a blowjob she’d swallowed. He said that was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. She’d never done that with any other boyfriend. Never had the desire. But Clint just made her want to. He made her desire things she’d never thought of before meeting him.

Clint moaned above her and his hips pumped up giving a short stroke into her mouth. She’d been waiting for him, for this man, her husband. She was glad she had. He moaned again and she increased her tempo, sucked harder each time she rose to surround only the head. She didn’t take him all the way back to her throat with every stroke. She kept him just at the opening, building his pleasure.

She switched position of her other hand, sliding it back under his ball sac to rub the skin that stretched so tight between his scrotum and anus. It drove him crazy when she did that, especially with her tongue. She sucked and licked and let him give her mouth a shallow fucking as he edged closer and closer to coming.

With a hard groan and a firmer grip on her head, Clint spurted the first hot stream of cum into her mouth. She moaned. She loved the salty taste of him, loved the way his cock felt as it expelled his semen. She pulled back, keeping her mouth perfectly aligned and just scant inches from the head of his cock so that he could watch the second stream hit her tongue. This turned him on as much as the blowjob did.

She felt a third splash and after swallowing reached out to run her tongue over the head again. He was still hard. He usually was when she pulled that last trick. Porn stars had nothing on her.

“We alone out here?” Clint asked but he was already turning the key off and reaching for the door handle.

“Do you care?” she asked, sitting up and wiping her mouth with her hand. She knew how she looked. Her hair would be mussed form his grip, her mouth red and swollen from working his cock, and her eyes bright with desire and hunger. And she knew just what her look would do to him.

“Out of the car, Mischa, and lose the shorts.”

She loved it when he got all commanding on her. It just ratcheted her desire up to a whole new level. She shoved her door open and shimmied out of her shorts as she stood. He was already in front of the car, his cock hard and ready. The man had stamina to spare. He said it was only because he had the sexiest wife in the world. No doubt why she loved this man.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to frisk you,” he said. “Bend over the hood and spread ’em.”

She giggled. “You’re not going to hurt me with that baton, are you, officer?”

“Just do as I say and no one will get hurt.”

She grinned and turned around to face the car. Slowly she leaned forward, making sure her ass was perfectly positioned. Clint groaned behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at him. The sun was obscured by the surrounding trees but the few rays that fought their way through the foliage seemed to bathe him as if even the sun wanted to touch him.