I smack his shoulder. “Hey, that wasn’t a dip.”
He bites my shoulder. “That was a dip. Oh, did you mean a thrust?”
“Men.”
He tsk-tsks me. “Now, you know, I read in this book that a woman should tell a man what she wants.”
I nip his neck. “I did tell you.”
He rolls his hips, and his dick shoves deeper into my pussy. I clench tightly around him as he pulls back again. He kisses my mouth, running his tongue along my lips as he slowly thrusts again. Then he pulls away.
“The dick has to wait. I always get first lick.” He trails kisses over my jaw, down my neck, and across my breasts, from one nipple to the other. He gives them each a long suck, sending signals straight to my pussy.
Then he moves farther south, his hot breath on my clit just before his tongue gently slips around it. I let out a long exhale as all the tension from the day slips away. Weddings are exhausting.
I sit bolt upright. “Hey, what about me?”
He looks up from my pussy. “I’m taking care of you, Peaches, right now.”
I push his forehead back. “Let’s do for each other. I want to suck your dick.”
He grins. “If you insist. Turn around.”
I position myself so my head hangs off the side of the mattress. He stands at the foot of the bed, his hand stroking that proud dick that my mouth waters for. When I get comfortable, he steps to me. I take him in hand, letting my fingers dance over his balls and up his shaft.
I lick the bead of moisture off the end. He grunts. I pull him closer, sliding my tongue over the head and sucking him into my mouth. He lets out a loud sigh. It gives me the biggest rush to know that I make him do that. To feel the way his cock flexes and hardens under my touch—it’s like he’s handing me some sort of power. I freaking love it.
I grab his ass and pull him in closer, taking him as deep as I can. He rolls his hips, sliding in and out. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of him in my mouth. Long and hard. Hard for me.
One hand slips to my pussy. I rub my clit, pinching it a bit. I push a finger between my lips, and sink it deep as his dick slides into my mouth. I swirl my finger around as I tighten my mouth over his erection.
He halts on the next roll of his hips. “You sneaky thing, that cream’s mine.”
He moves over me, his knees braced at the edge of the mattress on either side of my head. His muscular form hulks over my body as he pushes my legs apart. He pulls my finger out of my pussy and sucks the wetness from it.
Jack licks my entrance, his tongue sliding from side to side in my slit. The heat and pressure crank up a notch.
I take his ass in hand and pull him into my mouth, reminding him that I want my taste too.
He grunts again.
I spread my legs for him so he can have what he wants most. That’s what marriage is all about, right? Compromise. Both partners get a little of what they each want.
We suck and lick and slide our hands over one another’s bodies. He sucks my clit as his finger plunges deep into my pussy, cranking up on the pressure even more. I pull my legs up, tucking my hips under.
He takes the hint, props himself on his elbows, and palms both of my ass cheeks. He rolls me up a little more so he can lick my tight little hole. A shiver runs through me as tingles spread from that spot through my body.
Jack latches onto my clit, sucking as he dips his thumb into my pussy, rubbing the inside so my hips buck. Then he moves to that tight backside place. Sucking hard on my cunt, he plunges his thumb into that other place, filling it. He tucks his other thumb into my slit.
“Oh. Yeah. Like that.” I encourage him.
I lick his hard-on from his balls up to the head. Back down and up again to pull him into my mouth. He grunts.
It makes my pussy throb more when his cock goes even harder in my mouth as his thumbs pump into my ass and entrance, taking turns, pushing me toward climax as his tongue teases my clit, laving it with loving strokes and sweet, suckling kisses.
My ass and pussy convulse around his thumbs, shooting waves of pleasure through me as the orgasm takes over. I pump against his hand and mouth as he sucks my clit, keeping the orgasm going longer.
Finally, Jackson lets go and the tremors die down. He gets up.
I roll to my stomach. “Let’s do it.”
He lays over me, his cock pressed against my ass cheek. He whispers into my ear. “Do what, Love?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He kisses the back of my neck. “I think we’re already working on that, Peaches.”
I wiggle my ass against his erection. “No. I mean there.”
His sharp intake of air tells me he’s surprised. He hasn’t pushed me to do anything other than let him touch me with his hands and mouth in that delicate spot.