She screams, her spine arching. Every muscle in her body tightens—and then she turns to a soft goo as a satisfied sigh comes from her sweet little mouth. Her eyes remain closed as she savors the descent from her climax.
Her first orgasm.
The idea wrecks me. Exhilaration pumps through my heart. My cock is so hard, it’s painful. At the same time—
“That was fun, wife.” I force a light grin to hide my rising possessiveness. Her coming just from my playing with her tits is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. How could she have denied herself for so long when she’s this sensitive? She wantssex from me?Fine. I’m going to enjoy spoiling her in bed, filling her senses with pleasure onlyIcan give as her husband.
“Fun…?” she repeats weakly.
“Uh-huh.” I press a kiss on her still-trembling belly, then pull her closer until she’s perched at the edge of the chair, her legs spread wide with my hips against hers. Her robe is mostly undone. Meanwhile, mine is still neatly tied at the waist, although there’s no way she can miss the thick length throbbing against her wet core.
I place my hands on her warm knees and spread them wide. The slick flesh between her thighs pulses, and I can’t look away from the sight of her need. Her muscles tremble again as expectation builds, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Anticipation and embarrassment war over her flushed face. Her toes curl and uncurl, and I can’t help but smile.
My eyes on hers, I press my mouth over her pubic bone. Her scent is stronger here, hot and sweet. She swallows, licks her lips. I cock an eyebrow, my mouth unmoving. I want her to give her a chance to pull back.
Except she doesn’t. She stays immobile, holding her breath. I wrap my fingers around the sides of the chair, and she takes in my face, poised over her most sensitive, untouched flesh.
I’m dying to taste her, make her feel good, feel her spasm under my mouth and tongue.Steady,I tell myself. I want her to admit she wants this. I want her to know who’s giving her oral for the first time.
I drag a finger down the folds, from the tip of her clit all the way to her opening. Her muscles clench, and she lets out a soft sigh, her hips jerking. I smile at the glistening fluid on my fingertip and lick it with even a bigger grin. “Sweet.” I slide my eyes toward her. “You’ve never tasted it, have you?”
She shakes her head.
I push the finger into her again, more deeply. Her muscles contract around it. Holy shit, she’s tight. And so hot. I burn as I look at her. “Want a taste?” I offer her the finger.
Her eyes on mine, she nods. I gently brush my finger over her lips, smearing the clear liquid over them like lip gloss. She flicks her tongue out for a taste, then frowns a little. “Salty.”
I laugh softly. “You’re wrong, wife.”
The proprietary way “wife” slips from my lips this time stuns me. Surprise flickers in Lareina’s eyes as well, quickly followed by a vulnerable hope.
Suddenly I don’t want to deal with any sort of expectations from her about our future. We’ve already established that we’re going to divorce, and it’s best to stick to the plan. Sexual compatibility is no reason to stay together, even if my cock has never been this hard before.
No. This moment is all about sex.I close my mouth over her. Taste her slick honey. Her arms shake, her fingers digging harder into the chair. My breath fans against her worked-up flesh. When I run the flat of my tongue over her folds and tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, the muscles in her legs quiver. She clenches the chair, letting out uneven, labored breaths.
Her eyes flutter shut. She bites her lip as though she’s trying to control how much pleasure she’ll allow herself to feel—she won’t be caught unaware like before, getting thrown up in the climax.
Oh no you don’t.
I pull her clit into my mouth and suck hard, then use my tongue like I’m rolling a piece of candy. She twists at the onslaught of pleasure, crying out. Her heels dig into my back, and I work her harder, loving her naked reaction, reveling in making her lose her mind with bliss.
Her legs quiver as she tries to close them around my head.Oh yes, baby, yes. Rock yourself against me.
I push a finger inside her, parting the tight flesh. She trembles, squeezing her dripping pussy around my digit. I push it even deeper, until I find the little bump.
I rub it and am rewarded with “Oh my God!”
“It’s Ares, baby,” I say with a laugh.
She twists under me. “Stop. It’s too much, please,” she sobs, although her legs are clenched tight around my head, and her fingers are dug deep into my hair, pressing me tighter against her. Then she cries, “Please,please!”
My lips and tongue give her what her body is demanding. She tenses, then bows her back as she climaxes again with a sharp cry. Her grip on me is almost painful, but I love her unabashed enjoyment of the orgasm.
As she floats down from the high and relaxes, I lift my head, then run the back of my hand over my wet chin and mouth before ravaging her mouth. She tastes like a woman well pleasured, all soft and languid like heated honey. It goes straight to my head, driving me wild. She wraps her legs around me as I pick her up, and we fall on the bed together.
My robe parts, my cock pressing against her soaked flesh. It feels so damn good that even my scalp tingles. My dick pulses against her, like it has its own heart beating inside. I continue to kiss her, my tongue stroking hers, as I fight for control.
