Tonight? Things were simple. She would retrace the inches of his cock with her tongue, taste his familiar precum, and fill her throat with his thrusts and his seed. Maybe she’d do all the work and let him fully relax before the fire. Or maybe he’d want to claim her throat as she gave herself over to breath control and relaxing her gag until he had all of her.
Then he’ll have me however he wants.Monica had a few ideas. She could ride him in this chair, her robe open and his mouth on her body. Or they could go to bed, making love in the darkness of their room.
The finale was as sumptuous as the foreplay for her.It’s all a part of my identity.Wife. Mother. Businesswoman.
Submissive.
She found her rhythm as her knees dug into the carpet and she braced a hand against the arm of the chair. Henry was as hard as he got whenever she tasted him, and she knew that this would not end with him staying that way. Her body was a vessel for his pleasures. If he wanted to come in her mouth, she would see this to its end. If he wanted to use any other part of her, she eagerly awaited his rocking hips and sharp, aggressive breaths.Right here in front of the fire if he wants.Wouldn’t be the first time she was taken in front of the fireplace.
Monica pulled her mouth off him and let her hand take her tongue’s place. She looked up into her husband’s glassy eyes and asked, “How do you wish to use me, sir?”
He almost looked pained that she was making him think about anything. “Keep doing that,” he growled.
A ripple of anticipation began in Monica’s chest and found itself between her legs. ‘In my mouth?”
“Surprise me, Princess.”
She opened her robe, letting the silk slip off her shoulders as her hair rested upon her skin. “You could have my breasts,” she whispered. “Or my pussy.” Her hand increased its intensity on his shaft, his precum covering her thumb as it continued to round the tip of his cock. “Do you want my ass tonight, sir?” She almost wished he’d say yes. It had been forever.
“Like I said. Surprise me.”
Putting the choices in her hands was like telling a fish it could swim wherever it pleased. There were so many possibilities, and they all led to the same place.My body.
She took him into her mouth again, licking him clean with her tongue only to have that same familiar taste return. Monica’s bare nipples rubbed against his legs as her head bobbed in his lap, one hard inch after another sinking farther down her throat. She only came up for air once, because like an excited novice, she forgot to breathe.
“Ah, fuck me,” Henry finally relented. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
She drank his praise as she lavished him with attention. Her mouth never tired. Her tongue never stopped memorizing his body. And the depths of her being begged her to share some of that with the rest of her.
He’s so close.Should Monica slow down or go for it? Which did her Dom prefer?
Good thing she was his mind reader.
“Ooh, I see how it is.” Henry offered her his dirtiest smile when she stood up, robe halfway down to the ground, showing him what he could have. “This beautiful creature has somehow only become more…” He shrugged, giving up thinking of decent vocabulary when his cock was that hard. “Beautiful.”
She moved to climb into his lap, but he stopped her with a firm touch to her waist. “No?”
Still sunk into his chair, Henry pulled her robe off one arm and rubbed the warm skin of her hip. “Are you wet for me, Princess?”
“Of course.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do you not trust me to know my own body?”
“Not what I meant at all.” He finally sat up. Both hands came for her head, bringing her face down to kiss. His tongue slammed into her mouth, and she inhaled him, greedily.Taste yourself on me, Henry.He was never shy about that. Much like he was never shy about putting his tongue in every inch ofherbody.
When he stopped kissing her, she felt like she had been knocked unconscious.
Henry was so much taller than her. She always marveled at that when he stood, hand still cupping her face and the rest of her robe pooling at her feet until she stood naked before the fire. He didn’t sweep her up into his arms, but he did direct her toward the hallway. Instinctively, she knew they were heading to bed.
Neither of them turned on the light. Monica headed straight for the bed, where she sat preciously on the edge and reached for him again. Henry let her, holding the back of her head as she swallowed the length of his cock and willed him to fuck her throat.Use me. All night. Please.
Take her away from this world. Away from whatever stressed her out and made her forget the simplest pleasure she indulged.
Henry pushed her down onto their bed. Monica opened her legs, inviting him into her, but he remained standing over her like a sentinel searching for its keep.
“Beg for me.”
