“Not when I left.” He pressed his lips to her sternum, the scruff of his beard scratching at the delicate skin of her breasts and sending her nerves into a frenzied dance. “I couldn’t have been weaker.”
“But you’re here now.” She tugged at the hair at his nape until he looked up and met her gaze. “You were strong enough to come back and face what you’d done.”
His hands on her bottom flexed, squeezed the ample flesh and sent a bolt of desire rushing through her. Then his lips closed over one peaked nipple and sucked, and an answering tug pulsed deep in her core.
She moaned, shameless and greedy, as he laved his tongue and teeth over the furled bud until the lawn of her chemise turned transparent before shifting his attention to her other breast. She drove her fingers into his hair, tugging and holding him close, desperate for more and overwhelmed by the sensation, how herknees trembled and chest ached. Lord, she couldn’t come like this, could she? But the pressure building between her legs had her teetering on the edge of release, and she shifted, strained to spread her thighs and seek the friction she needed.
He drew his knees closer, pinning her between his solid thighs, and spoke against her breast. “Do you need something, wife?”
“I need to come,” she grumbled, “and I can’t like this.”
He tugged at the delicate ribbon holding her strap together at her shoulder, and the fabric slipped free, falling to expose her breast. Her breath caught as the chilled air tightened her nipples further. Then he did the same with the other side, and the airy garment tumbled to his thighs.
His lips curled into a roguish smile, his eyes dark pools surrounded by a thin strip of the darkest blue. “Would you like me to make you come?”
“Yes.” She should be embarrassed by how desperate she sounded, and his brow quirked with amusement. But she was past the point of conceit. He saw through everything she put between them, and there was no sense in denying herself. In denying what they were together.
He dragged his hands up her waist and over her breasts, lingering long enough to brush his thumbs over her straining nipples before sweeping down to her hips. Spreading his legs wider, he watched her chemise tumble to the floor before bringing his gaze back to her. “I could stay like this forever,” he whispered, “watching you. Kissing you.”
Lily scoffed as she pressed her hands on his shoulders, shoving him onto the bed. “I can’t wait. I’ve waited long enough.”
“You have.” He shifted up the bed until he lay prone on his back, his head on a single pillow. With devilish ease, he flicked open the fastenings of his trousers and pulled his heavy erection free. “Come here.”
Her mouth watered, and she scrambled onto the bed. “What do you plan to do?”
His eyes flared, a fire glowing behind the irises. “I plan to have you ride my face until you spend all over my tongue.” He licked his lower lip as though he could already taste her. “Then I’ll make you come at least twice more before I fuck you. Is that amenable to you?”
Her mouth worked for a moment before she nodded dumbly. “That—yes, I think I’d like that.”
His grin was wicked. “I thought you would.” He flicked his hand, gesturing for her to come forward. Her heart thundering in time with the pulse of desire between her thighs, she climbed towards him, straddling his hips and moving up his chest.
He stopped her, holding her hips in place as he looked up at her. “Not like this. Turn around.”
She obliged, allowing him to position her with her arse over his face. When he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her down, she cried out, slapping a hand over her mouth to keep from disturbing the entire household. “Oh God, ohGod,” she hissed as he swept his tongue over her center, stroking her clitoris until the pressure overwhelmed her, too intense to bear.
And her husband seemed to love every moment of what he was doing to her, humming and burying his face in the valley of her thighs. Driving her higher and higher, beyond the point of reason.
She was too close, and when he drove his tongue into her wet channel, her climax overtook her. Philip moaned as she ground down on him, milking every drop of pleasure from her release.
But he did not let go of her, not even when she slumped over and braced herself on his thighs to keep from collapsing entirely. “Philip,” she sobbed in half-hearted protest, but he began working her again with his tongue. His fingers spread her folds, exposing her bud of nerves to his relentless attention.
“Use me,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Fuck my face, wife.”
She held herself braced on his thighs as she rocked against him, finding the perfect place for his lips to curl around her clitoris and suck, the precise pressure that had her hurtling towards another climax.
When she ground on him, he groaned, shifted beneath her. His erection bobbed against his stomach, organ swollen and leaking from the tip.
She’d only seen him in shadows, brief glimpses in stolen moments before his disappearance and their rushed encounter the previous night. But now in the firelight, she was fascinated by him. Curiosity piqued, she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the pearl of fluid, lapping it up.
Philip moaned and jerked against her thighs. “Fuck, Lily,” he hissed, and she heard his head fall back against the pillow. “You’re going to kill me.”
She swirled her tongue around the head and pulled his cock into her mouth, just enough to feel the weight of it, before she released it with a pop. “I wanted a taste, too.”
He groaned. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I didn’t realize this was a game.” She sucked his length between her lips, lowering slowly until she couldn’t take any more, her mouth stretched uncomfortably around him. He made a pained, choking sound, and she released him with a gasp. “I suspect I’m winning.”
He swept his tongue along her slit, and she nearly collapsed when he dragged his teeth over her clitoris. “You’re getting wetter while you suck my cock, so you may win, but I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”
