Page 84 of To Tango, with Desire

Shaking, hips bucking, I orgasmed, drenching the duvet, losing myself completely to my pleasure. I lay on the bed, chest heaving, clit pulsing, and at a loss for words.

Zane kissed my inner thigh, licking his lips.

“You’re glorious, do you know that? When you lose control, it’s mesmerizing.” He leaned over me, nuzzling my neck before standing.

I’d never squired with another man before. It was something I had assumed I could only do to myself with a lot of patience and a good vibrator. The thrilling release, the secret pleasure of knowing that Zane could make me come like that was a massive turn on.

“Wait.”

I scrambled to my knees, tugging him closer.

“It’s my turn.”

Zane’s eyes darkened, and his thumb brushed against my lips. Kneeling in front of him, I watched as his chest heaved. He wanted this. I could see it on his face.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about that mouth on my cock?”

I bit his thumb, then sucked it for good measure.

“Take off your boxers and I’ll make that dream come true.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, gripping my face. He bent down, kissing my mouth with unchecked passion. His tongue, the one that had driven me wild moments ago, teased. With a groan, he pulled back. “My temptress.”

In seconds, he was fully exposed. Boxers discarded, he stood before me, hard and so achingly heavy, I could see the pre-cum on the tip of his cock.

I shifted forward and he pulled back. “Wait. Shirt off.”

I slipped off my T-shirt, then sighed as he played with my breasts. I felt the jolting pleasure at his touch, but I didn’t want to get distracted.

I grabbed the base of him, taking my time to lick the salty tip. He cursed, throwing his head back as I took him into my mouth.

“Amira,” he murmured, toying with my breasts. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He cursed again as I used my mouth and hand, sucking him off. Zane gripped my hair, urging me deeper. I gagged at first, slowly adjusting until I was able to take him fully, feeling him at the back of my throat.

Humming, I picked up the pace, knowing from his ragged breathing that he was getting close. But he didn’t come. He pulled out, dragging me up to kiss me. He squeezed my ass, his hands roaming over my body, before he let me go.

“Am I coming in your mouth or on those glorious tits?”

“Why not both?”

I was firmer this time, sucking him off as I pumped his cock. His words of praise urged me on, and when he stiffened, calling out my name, I felt triumphant.

Seconds later, I tasted the silky hot cum on my tongue. He filled my mouth with it, and I pulled back then let the rest of it drip onto my tits.

“Oh shit.”

He watched me now through half-closed eyes. So I played with my breasts, smearing his cum on my nipples, swallowing the rest of it.

“That’s fucking hot.”

“So was your tongue on my clit.”

“You liked that, wife?”

“I did, husband.”

“How about we make use of that bath in there and I can do it to you all over again?”