Page 87 of Marriage and the Midlife Crisis

“I love how responsive you are. So pretty, like ripe berries just ready to be plucked,” he whispered, then tugged my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, mimicking a plucking motion. My hips bucked and he chuckled to himself as he did it again and then again.

He shifted lower still, wedging his strong shoulders between my spread thighs. His hands slid underneath my ass, and he lifted my hips, then lowered his head and licked a stripe from my clit down to my pussy.

Every nerve ending in my body lit up, and I cried out. Ryan’s name fell from my lips in a desperate plea for more.

He answered that plea, devouring me as if he were a starving man, and I was his last meal on Earth. He licked, and sucked, taking me to the edge countless times and then backing off at the last possible second.

My fingers were tangled in his hair, and when I tugged a little harder, he groaned. “That’s it, Melanie. Show me how much you like it.”

He drew my legs over his shoulders, giving himself better access. His warm breath skated over my delicate skin, and then he nibbled on my clit. The gentle scrape of his teeth provided the perfect sting, riding the line between pleasure and pain. My pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside me.

I begged him to fuck me then, but again, he just chuckled.

“So impatient,” he chided. He reached up and grabbed the pillow next to me, then slid it under my hips to prop me up in the perfect position for him. He traced his index finger over my lower lips, then moved up to pinch my clit ever so lightly. When I moaned, he did it again, harder this time.

My muscle in my body was taut with anticipation, and I could only take shallow breaths as I waited anxiously to see what he would do next.

He lowered his hand, and slowly slid one finger, and then another inside. My pussy clenched again as he scissored his fingers, rubbing against my inner walls in the most delicious way. He pulled out, dragging my juices down to my puckered hole. I tensed as he circled it, and he stopped for a moment.

“Just relax, sweetness. I know what you like, remember?”

My pussy clenched again, and I reached up to cup my breasts, tugging on my nipples in a desperate attempt to find the release that Ryan was denying me.

He groaned, and I looked down to find him staring at me, his eyes laser-focused on my chest.

He cursed, then dipped his head and thrust his tongue inside me, just as his finger penetrated my ass. The dual sensation was even more intense than I remembered, and I frantically reached for his head to hold him in place as he continued his assault on my senses. His finger glided in and out, in the same rhythm as his tongue, and when he added a second finger, my back bowed off the bed, and I screamed his name as a tidal wave of desire swept me over the edge.

Ryan slowed his pace as I came down off my high, then carefully removed his fingers and placed a gentle kiss between my legs. He maneuvered himself to sit back on his haunches between my open thighs. His cock was hard, the head swollen and angry looking, and dripping pre-come down the shaft.

His eyes flashed as he took in the sight of me, flushed and immensely satisfied. He licked his lips, and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Mmm, even more delicious than I remembered.”

I leaned up to reach for him, but he backed away with a slow smile.

“No, sweetness. Tonight was for you. I want to prove that it’s not about me anymore.”

“But –“

He shook his head, and slid out of bed, stopping to give me a tender smile filled with love.

“Come take a shower with me, and then we’re going to go get your things from your parents’ place. You’re coming back home where you belong so I can spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I love you.”

Chapter 30

Ryan

“You look incredible,” I breathed, taking in the sight of Melanie in the red dress that looked as if it had been made just with her in mind.

I’d tried to convince her to splurge on herself and buy something new for our dinner at Kirby’s – no special occasion, just one of our newly re-established weekly date nights – but she’d insisted on wearing the one she’d bought for our anniversary three years ago. Looking at her now, I couldn’t argue with her decision. The low neckline showed off a hint of cleavage that made me want to investigate the shadowed valley with my tongue.

My cock twitched behind the zipper of my suit pants as she turned and bent down to retrieve her shoes from the rack in the closet – black high heels that made me want to fuck her in those, and nothing else.

My gaze zeroed in on her ass as she stood up, holding onto the closet door to slip into first one shoe, and then the other. The fabric clung to her curves like a lover, and my fingers itched with the need to cup her ass the way the dress did.

“Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath, but Melanie heard me and tossed me a flirty grin.

“That’s the plan, Mr. Davenport.”