Page 53 of His Princess

His bright burst of laughter made me shiver. “To hell with that. I’m going to set up a cot in the next one we visit and take some Nyquil.”

I threw my head back and snickered, but it quickly turned into a whimper as he bent and licked along my inner thigh right above the garter belt. My cock pushed out the front of the panties, and my entire body flushed hot with how close he was to it with his lips. When he kissed up toward my panties, I couldn’t help it, I rocked my hips. It wasn’t often that Matt chose to blow me, but I wanted his mouth there so bad. I thought he might still be working through some stuff in his head about his sexuality and what it meant to be with me. Having a dick between his lips probably made it more difficult to parse.

“You don’t have to?—”

He ran his nose along the ridge of my cock before glancing up at me, and the shock of what I wanted being dangled in front of me made it impossible to continue speaking.

“Baby girl, I’m going to make you scream my name.”

“Promises, promises,” I whispered. Nervously, I sucked in a breath. I’d been holding something in the holster I thought he would like, but he wasn’t the only one who had to figure out what they were comfortable with saying and doing while we were teasing each other. I prepared to say the most difficult thing. I’d tried it in front of the mirror more than once because it was almost as bad as the first time I’d said pussy out loud. “Why don’t you suck my clit?”

His face went pink and he grunted like I’d kicked him in the nuts. There was a frantic scramble as he rushed and tugged on the panties, and I sighed with a pout when he snapped the beaded sides. He had the good grace to lower his head and look ashamed of himself because these were expensive, damn it.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, but look at what I get now,” he said with a smirk as my cock sprang free. “Such a pretty clit.”

I dug my toes in against the silky couch as he stared up at me and lowered his mouth toward my cock. He hesitated. “Are you sure you’re okay with calling it...? You don’t have to do that for me.”

My heart warmed. “Suck my clit, Husband.” Yeah, the flush that spread from his cheeks all the way down to his chest above his tank top made this entirely worth it, plus... I was beginning to realize that I was a hell of a lot more genderflexible than I’d known before we got together. Sometimes I did like to think of it as my clit. Sometimes it was my cock. Right now, it was weirdly both in my brain. With someone who made me feel safe the way Matt did, there was no reason not to go with it.

He opened his mouth and sucked on my cockhead. I groaned and dropped my head back against the curved arm of the chaise. I dug my fingers into his hair, trying not to force him down. The wet heat and suction made my legs tremble, and I rolled my hips, despite the fact that I tried to stay still.

“Matt, shit, I’m sorry, oh my God.”

He hummed, and the vibrations had my eyes rolling back.

“Matt,” I panted.

He slid his lips farther down my shaft and back up, getting into a gentle rhythm. I wanted to be good for him, but it felt so deliriously fantastic that I began to thrust, and after about a minute of him toying with me, he let me do it. I shuddered and bit my lip as I watched myself disappear between his lips. Something about his beard and mustache framing his mouth got to me. It was masculine and fucking hot. My heart rate sped up and my cock got that extra-hard feeling where anything that happened to it was almost too much.

He winked at me and slid up my shaft to suck frantically on my cockhead, and I cried out, rocking forward. He held me down and attacked, slurping me in again. I tapped the back of his throat and felt him gag around me. The reflexive action of his body trying to expel me was a wonderful squeeze that felt so good, but I didn’t want to push my luck and have him decide not to do this again. Just as that thought entered my head, he swallowed me down to the root.

The ripple of his throat and the way he stared up at me shocked the air out of my lungs. He bobbed up, tugging on my garter belts to spread my thighs a little more and give him room to work. I wasn’t sure what was happening until he slid two lubed fingers into my ass. When had he done that? Where had he been keeping it?

I only had seconds to consider his skills as a magician before he found my P-spot and tapped on it, adding to the symphony of ecstasy swirling in my body. One second, I was on edge, straining, crying out wordlessly, the next my cock was twitching as heat and pleasure rushed through me. While yelling, I emptied every drop in my balls down his throat.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, Matt was kissing all around my cock with his fingers still buried deep in my ass. I traced my left hand down his cheek, and he chased after my fingers to kiss my engagement ring.

“Still need you inside me, Husband,” I whispered, grinning at him.

He growled, a low, wonderful sound I loved, and sat up on his knees. I hissed as he withdrew his fingers, but it didn’t take long for him to unbuckle his jeans, unzip, and slather his dick with lube. He grabbed the garter belts, spread my legs, and I did my best to get into the right position to take his cock this way.

It was a good thing I was prepared because he slammed into me. He buried his face against my neck and nibbled on it, biting down when he slid fully inside me. After a secret kiss there, he used the garter belts to spread my legs obscenely wide, then fucked me hard and fast while looking extremely proud of himself.

“Am I the best clit sucker my virgin wife has ever had?” he asked, eyes dark with amusement.

“The only one,” I said to him with a happy hum. “I have only your mouth to dream about.”

He growled and doubled down on his pace, blasting my prostate with his cock. I moved with him as everything began to build in me again, and not long later I came while yelling his name and holding on for dear life to his hard shoulders. He pumped deep inside me and groaned, then collapsed on top of me.

With our position on the chaise, I was able to hold him against my chest without being totally crushed. I glanced down at my naked right thigh and huffed.

“You broke my garter belt.” I whapped him lightly on the back of his neck, and he only chuckled.

“And I promise to buy you another set so I can rip them off you on our real wedding night.” His cocky smirk made me want to slap him only slightly less than it made me want to kiss him, so I pecked his lips with mine.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so romantic.”

“Yep,” he said, cock still buried deep inside me.

I chuckled, kissed his cheek, and held him close. I had no plans to let go of him for the rest of my life.

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