“Yes…” She sat up straight, flattening her thighs against his face as his fists bunched up her robe and inadvertently pinched her nipples. “Thank you, sir. Oh,yes!”
His tongue was so far in that she could barely see the stars spinning before her. The only time Henry dragged it back out was to lick her clit and make her cry out. It was times like these that made her wish she was the kind of dirty voyeur who recorded this shit.I want the whole world to see how my husband rewards me.A man who not only understood her need to serve and submit but worshiped the body that had aged alongside him and birthed his only child.
This…thiswas domestic bliss, Monica Warren style.
She was on the verge of orgasm, and he knew it. While Henry teased her, though, she broke through his hold on her chest and fell toward his hips, where she grabbed his cock and directed it right into her mouth. She slammed her pussy back against his face while hers swallowed as much of his cock as it could at that angle.
Even when climaxing, she couldn’t think of anything but sharing pleasure with him.
“Ah, fuck.” His heavy breath against her pussy only made her hotter. Monica guided his cock down her throat, her hand working his base and urging him to come. She knew the dirtiest tricks to make him come quickly. Even against his control. She didn’t exert them often, since she was a rule-follower, not a rebel, but this was the kind of situation that made her lose her mind.
Yet Henry didn’t indulge in it. He must have had other plans for his dirty-tricking Princess, even if his whole body conspired to make him comenow.For the sheer pleasure of it.
“Oh!” The air was nearly knocked out of Monica as she was pushed off her husband and landed right on her back. Although her head nearly hung off the edge of the bed, her bare feetslamming into the pillows, Henry didn’t hesitate to climb on top and part her legs with his knees.
Fuck, yes.
His cock drove directly into her, filling her with newfound pleasure that drove her over the edge.Of course it does.He was barely inside of her, thrusting with an energy only she could have given him, and Monica was already coming again.
How could she not? This was everything she wanted. Everythingshe loved.Him. Their bodies. Their mutual, wordless communication conveyed everything with a few looks and the recognition of the other’s energy. He knew he could do this, just like she knew he would love this tonight. They were more sympatico than any couple she had met.
If he dies before me…There was no other. Henry would be the last man Monica knew.
She supposed she better make this count because no one knew when their time came.
She shouted her worldly pleasure as he continued to fuck her with a man’s unbridled need for his wife. The only time he slightly slowed down was to kiss her, his sweetened tongue plunging deep into her mouth and inhaling the air straight from her lungs. Monica’s world spun as she welcomed him into both ends and willed herself to be one with Henry.
I’m so owned by him.That was her favorite state of being. To have sexual pleasure on top of it only made it sweeter.
Monica couldn’t stop her body from shuddering around him. Even when he released her mouth and held her hands down by her head, driving himself into her with more purpose, she discovered that neither her mind nor her body knew how to cooperate with her heart. It yearned to slow down and draw this out longer – yet how could she, when her Dom made it clear this was happeningnow?
And who was she to go against him?
“Let it out,” Henry gruffly said as sweat beaded on his forehead. “Don’t hold back.” He thrust into her once more, reiterating his point. “Scream.”
It was a good thing the bedroom door was locked. Because Monica’s high-pitched moans weren’t just the sounds of a woman enjoying herself with her husband – it was her signal to the world that she wasn’t goinganywhere.
That same world that had tried to silence, deride, and belittle who she was could eat shit.
She had barely come down from her electric high when Henry pulled open her robe and kissed her breasts, his hips still gently rocking himself into her.
“Don’t stop,” she meekly pleaded. He hadn’t come yet, but Monica knew he only held himself back on her account. “Take me, please. Make me yours.”
He wrapped his tongue around one of her nipples before kissing her lips again. “You already are,” he grunted against her mouth. “You were mine the moment I first saw you.”
She relented to his words, clinging her legs around his waist and refusing to let him leave her until he was good and done.
I am a conduit for your pleasure, sir.She didn’t have to say that out loud, though. Not when he got the idea loud and clear from her body clenching around his and her breath covering his face as if she exhaled paint onto a blank canvas.
She wanted his mouth on hers when he came. She wanted to swallow his voice.
With her body completely dwarfed by his and her nails clawing at his back, he came.
And Monica saw nothing but a white haven on the back of her eyelids.
They were quiet for a long time afterward, Monica wrapped around him as she drank in his scent and the familiar warmth of his skin. His fingers played with her hair as theirbreathing slowly matched speed until they were both half-out of consciousness.
“Do you love me?” she softly asked.
