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“Because I’m your wife and—” Her breath catches when I suck her finger into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the digit, sucking deeply, before releasing it with a pop. “And you’re my husband.”
I smile against her skin. “That’s right. Say yes, let me put it on you.”
She nods lazily, movements heavy with lust.
“Words.”
“Yes,” she releases on a whisper.
Coated in my saliva, it slides on easily until it reaches the base of her finger. “This is all you’ll be wearing when I fuck my wife, on our bed, in our house.”
Pleasure ripples through her. She likes this.
Her squeal pierces the air when I scoop her up and throw her onto the rumpled sheets, burying her in white cotton waves. I drop my briefs and crawl on top of her, my cock straining when it settles between her thighs. She squirms against me, rubbing against me wantonly.
“Patience, baby. I’m savoring the moment.” I draw a line over her lips with my finger.
“No. Give it to me hard and fast. We can go slow later.” I love her like this: unraveling at my touch.
“Who said anything about hard and fast?” I cup her supple breasts, pressing them together. “I’m going to fuck these until you’re a panting mess, gagging for my cock, and only when I think you’re wet enough will I fuck your greedy pussy.”
The tendons in her neck strain as she groans in frustration, pushing her chest up into my palms. Complain all she wants; she fucking loves this. She hands over the control, eyes glassy, when I move to straddle her stomach, fisting my cock.
She wets her lips as she watches me stroke it. “Are you ready?”
She nods, and because this isn’t our first rodeo, she sticks out her pink tongue, waiting.
I shuffle forward until my dick rests between the soft swells. Without instruction, she pushes them together, sheathing me in a silky glove. Gaze on her, I open my mouth, letting a string of saliva fall between her breasts.
Then I move, and the first slick glide sends heat waves shooting up my spine.
“Jesus, look at you.” I gradually increase the tempo of my hips. Talia flicks the head with her tongue every time I bump into her lips. “You’re so perfect. So perfect for letting me fuck your gorgeous tits. Tighter, push them tighter. There you go.”
Her head bobs. “I’ve missed this. Missed you taking what you need from me.”
My pace picks up.
“If I reach back into your panties, what will I find?”
She smirks. “Find out.”
Drawn to the temptation, I slip my hand past the waistband. Wet and swollen, my fingers glide through her center. “Oh, Talia. Baby. You’re soaked. Dripping for my cock.”
She whimpers when I strum her clit. “I need you in me. Hurry, please.”
“Ah-ah. Soon.” I keep up the tempo of my hips, while teasing and toying between her legs. Every time she shakes or moans, hinting at her near orgasm, I slow or stop altogether. I’m also edging myself, hypnotized by every bounce of her creamy flesh with my thrusts.
On the fourth round of torture, she’s a puddle beneath me, cursing and thrashing for release. “I can’t, Tate. No more. Please. Please.”
Her pretty begging is enough to beckon my pleasure to the surface. I rise to my knees over her, aiming the head of my cock at her pouty lips, and work myself up and down. “Take this first. Fuck. Fuck.” I almost black out as the orgasm rattles my body, just conscious enough to watch my cum paint her chest and chin. “Fuck, that’s pretty.”
The sight of my release on her skin awakens a primal hunger in me. I swoop down, lapping up the mess with languid strokes. She gasps before quickly melting, moaning as I lick my way toward her mouth.
I grip her jaw. “Open wide.”
Obediently, she parts her lips.
“Good girl.” Saliva pools on my tongue, then I spit it into her waiting mouth before sealing it with a brutal kiss. She squirms and moans as she tastes my release.
