She threw a quick glance at his face, but he seemed to be in a sensual trance. She could have sucked and finished him just like this, but this was a golden opportunity to crack his defenses. Sliding her hands up under his shirt, she caressed his taut stomach and muscular chest. When her fingers pinched his flat nipples, he jolted and brought his fingers to tighten over her skull.
Empowered by his intense reaction, she grasped the edges of his shirt from inside and pulled, snapping the buttons one by one. The shirt and waistcoat gaped, revealing a magnificent torso of hard sinew and defined muscles. She ran her hands over it. Hungry for the feel of him under her palms.
She was on a high, fed by his responses, by the way his hips undulated beneath her mouth, and he seemed unable to resist her. Her hands roamed back down over his legs, splayed wide on either side of her, then slid back up the inside of his thighs to meet at the apex where his sex protruded proudly and swollen.
Delicately cupping his sack in her left hand, she grabbed the base of his shaft with the right and squeezed it. Her mouth came down until his cock was hitting the back of her throat, making her gag reflexively. But she still wanted more. It seemed impossible to fit his extraordinary size into her mouth, but she wanted to take it all. Consciously relaxing her throat, she slid down on him and hummed. The vibration of her throat drew a breathless gasp from him and his fingers once more tightened in her hair, this time trying to pull her out.
“Abigail, I can’t hold it.” a fractured breath. “I’m so close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, let go now.”
Don't want it? It was all she wanted. He seemed to be in exquisite agony, and his pleasure amplified hers. She hummed her assent, nodding her head yes. The movement and the vibration of her throat seemed to do him in. With a helpless groan that seemed torn from the depths of his chest, she felt hot seed spurting against the back of her throat, while his cock throbbed in her mouth. It was so erotic. She swallowed while she continued to suck and caress him until his spasms subsided and his hands fell away from her head. He cupped her face, pulling her to him.
Releasing his cock and licking her lips, she stood from the floor and laid down next to him. He immediately gathered her against his side and hugged her to his chest.
“Damn, my love. You have slayed me.”
She played her fingers over his chest and hid a smile of pure female power.
CHAPTER 35
SLEEPING NEXT TO HISwife, waking up with her in his arms, was a pleasure beyond words. After last night, he didn’t think he’d have the fortitude to go without it ever again. Colin opened his eyes to the first rays of the sun peeking through the curtains and a smile of pure, glorious joy stretched his lips.
Last night had been marvelous. So good that if it weren’t for the soft warm body of his wife still curled against his side, he would have thought it had been a fever dream.
They had finally loved each other without barriers, without fears. He acknowledged she hadn’t been the only one holding back. In forbidding her to touch and explore his body at will, he had been erecting barriers, too. Those barriers had come tumbling down now. He had finally allowed her to touch and embrace him.
She still had not seen him clearly, though. He had shielded his back from her gaze. The room had been dark last night, only illuminated by candlelight after the light had faded. Writhing bodies lost in passion could disguise deformities. The coruscating light of morning hid nothing.
Better to get up and dressed before she woke up and wanted to continue her explorations in broad daylight.
Moving carefully to not disturb her sleep, he slid his shoulder from under her and sat up in bed. He was leaning down to grab his smalls from the floor when a soft hand landed on his back. Right over his hump.
He flinched as if scalded. Aware that this position, bending down as he was, exaggerated his deformity. He wanted to scramble away, throw his shirt on, cover his defects. He forced himself to stay still under her caress.
“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice husky from sleep. “Does it hurt when I touch you?”
“No.” He slowly straightened. Her hand was still on his back. Running over the entire surface. Feeling, looking.
