Fuck, it took everything in me to pull her up off her knees.
Not only am I recovering from the shock of how unbelievable her mouth felt on my cock, I’m still in shock as to how it happened. I’ve been so used to her running, I fully expected her to bolt out of the room when she stepped off the bed.
Instead, she dropped to her knees and wrapped those gorgeous lips around me and blew my mind, in more ways than one.
Now, she lays in front of me, completely at my mercy.
So, yes, now it’s my fucking turn.
I grip the back of her knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Kissing the inside of her thighs, granting me a small moan as I continue to tease her. I slowly graze my lips over her smooth skin, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her lips glisten with her arousal, and I can’t wait any longer for a taste of her.
I fucking need her.
Before I’m able to make contact, she pushes her hands down onto the top of my head, pushing against me.
“You don’t have to do that,” she tells me, as she attempts to pull her legs back.
I lift up, meeting her gaze, and I can see the stress in her eyes. I can’t help but tilt my head and stare at her, confused, questioning her reaction.
“I know guys don’t like… doing that.” She makes a hand gesture in between her legs, in which my face is mere inches from.
What the hell kind of“guys”is she talking about?
That is not fucking happening, ever.
I press into the mattress, holding the weight of my body as I climb over her, meeting her face to face.
“I’m notguys. I’ll never be fuckingguys. I’m your husband, and a husband devours his wife’s pussy whenever he fucking wants.” I graze my lips over hers, caressing my tongue softly against them, and she welcomes it. The feeling of her letting me in opens me up and makes me feral. I retreat, reluctantly, because I want my mouth elsewhere.
“Now, nod that you understand.”
She pulls her lip in between her teeth and nods softly.
Trailing my body back down hers, I press my hand into her low belly, holding her in place.
“Open your legs.”
She obeys as her knees fall open, still biting that goddamn bottom lip. I press the tip of my tongue between her slit, easily finding her hardened bud between them. She gasps loudly as I flicker back and forth, teasing her with the lightest touch of my tongue.
“Oh, God… Hudson.” My name on her lips, with that needy goddamn whine, pulses in my cock, hardening it to rock hard steel.
She tastes so good, too, like sweet honey and my newfavorite dessert. I flatten my tongue, providing more pressure over her clit, and I keep moving. Mismatching my pace, edging her a bit. She’s so goddamn sexy, writhing underneath me. I could do this all fucking night.
“Hudson, please. Please.” This is exactly what I need. Her begging for me. Remembering how she needs me. So she doesn’t default to running.
Using my fingers, I press into her mound, forcing her lips open a little more. I suck on her clit, then loosely wrap my lips around it, flicking my tongue back and forth. I peer up at her face. She’s biting her lip, and her fingers are gripping the sheets so forcefully I can see the whites of her knuckles.
“Oh my god!” she screams, followed by a whisper, echoing the same. She almost sounds like she’s in shock.
I lift my head up so I can see her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as tightly as her grip is on the sheets.
Realizing I’ve stopped, she opens her eyes and narrows them at me. My lips graze over her skin, as I move them slowly over her hips, belly button, and down closer to her clit. Torturing her. Maybe this is my way of payback for how tortured I feel by her.
Pressing her back into the mattress, her hips lift naturally, a feeble attempt to get my mouth where she wants it.
“You taste so fucking good… I want you to scream my name when you’re coming on my tongue.” I flick it in between her slit, teasing her again.
“I’ve… I’ve never…” She trails off as her head falls back against the bed.
