I talk his green ears off. And as for intimacy...
“I love you from the top of your head to your cute toes. But this region in the middle,” Douglas unhooks my bra, and my breast falls into his mouth as he dips his head, “this region is by far the most delicious. From here—” His lips work down to my waist, “to here.” He playfully bites my inner thighs. “These are perfect. That first night when we came home from our honeymoon, and you made us cocoa? And I put my head on your lap and we watched a movie? Do you remember that?”
“Vaguely? It was just another night. Low key.”
“Not to me. I got to put my head on them and look up at you, and I thought... ‘Dougie, ye we scunner, you’ve been blessed a thousand times over. Even a night at home with Georgia feels like winning a million pounds.”
“I feel that way, too...”
I whimper as the bites work inward until they reach my full labia, pushing out the crotch of my panties. The bulge of my clit and lips finds its way into his mouth. As I moan, he slips the crotch of my panties aside to slide his tongue through my folds. “I’m going to fall,” I warn him as his tongue starts lapping, making my knees go weak and my toes buzz.
“Then I’ll catch you.”
She’s my feast. I lay next to her, my mouth latched over her clit as I rest on my elbows. My sweet little wife writhes underneath me as she slides her open mouth all over the skin of my bare cock, licking around the tip, swirling her tongue over my swollen crown, and moaning when she swallows my pre-cum while she squeezes her first tight around my knot,mimicking the slick walls of her pussy. It’s a miracle that I don’t pop like a hot chestnut.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this angel who’s a demon in bed. The feel of her mouth wrapping around me while I’m lost in her soft, sweet pussy pushes me so close, so fast, but I feel like I could keep coming, maybe for hours. There’s a buzzing inside of me. Maybe it’s the cider. Or the potion.
Georgia drags her teeth over the sensitive slit in my crown, and I see stars.
Maybe it’s just my wife.
“Love, take it easy,” I warn as she starts sliding all of my cock into her mouth, letting me tickle the back of her throat and then some. I try getting higher up on my knees, but my sweet little hellcat digs her claws into my ass and keeps me in place, moaning as she devours my cock.
Well. Return fire with fire. I start digging my fingers into her slick tunnel while I work her clit in my mouth, rolling it under my tongue, worrying it hard until I feel her pussy trying to suck my fingers clean off my hand. “Such a good wife,” I moan. “Come on me, baby. Come on my fingers.”
My cock jumps as she tries to talk around it, moaning and whimpering as her hips buck. I raise up out of sheer desperation, fighting her possessive hands. “I have to, or I’m going to come in your mouth,” I half-whimper.
“That’s fine! But not now, you’re right.” She struggles away, and we don’t need to talk. We’ve got this. We’ve been good partners from the beginning.
She won’t come on my hand, and I won’t come in her mouth. Tonight, we’re marking each other the old-fashioned way. Gotta put that potion to use.
His hot, hard cock slides deep, deep into my pussy as he holds my hips off the bed. Kneeling between my thighs, Douglas throws his head back, looking like some primal ancient warrior. He’s a mass of sweat, muscles, and veins standing out in his neck as he hammers into me. I don’t have to do anything but enjoy the sensations.
I want to tell him how stunning he is. How lucky I am. But I can’t. My orgasm is stealing my words. My pussy spasms, and I reach down to rub frantically at my clit. I slide two fingers into my mouth and suck on them, aroused even more by the taste of our essences mingling. Getting them wet, I slide them from my lips just as Douglas opens his eyes and catches me. He makes a strangled sound.
“Fuck. So hot.”
“You, too.”
We’ll be eloquent later.
He speaks through clenched teeth, shoulders working, his fingers digging into my thighs. “So close.”
“Then push your big knot in me. Pop my pussy that last little bit,” I beg, rubbing myself harder, so wet that I know he’ll slide right in—and the stretch will make the river I’m housing into a waterfall.
Douglas obeys, throwing his weight forward and pushing in until we join with a slick pop that signals his knot has entered the arena, that he owns this pussy, every inch, every ounce. He shudders and holds still as I milk him, edging myself and resisting the pleasure for a little longer, wanting to share the explosion with him.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” I urge.
Like the beast he is, he slides one arm across his torso to keep holding both my legs up.
“Soon. I know you can go longer,” he grunts.
Such a good hubby. Afraid of coming too quick, as if I couldn’t ride what’s left of his rigid cock for the next hour while he’s knotted in me.
Secret weapon time. “I want your cum in me. I want to milk your cock and have something to show for it,” I beg, sucking my fingers needily again, wanting something in my mouth while I look in his eyes and set him on fire.
“Temptress.”
