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“I like living dangerously.” Her lips lowered, lowered.
“Ah fuck!”
Her lips were on his balls, open, drawing one side into her mouth, her tongue flickering playfully, licking at the tight sac as his hips jerked, arched involuntarily.
The whisper of her moan filled his head as he watched her. He had to watch her. This was another side of his wife that he had never known. Catlike, seductive. Licking and stroking until she was licking up the ropy veined shaft of his cock and finally, teasingly, mouthing the head of his cock.
He watched her lick the crest. Watched her suck him into her mouth. Watched her love every inch of his massively hard erection.
He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. Felt the arousal like an ecstatic, rapacious bite tear through his system.
She moaned and sucked the crown deeper. Tongued it. Consumed it, until he thought he was going to die from the need to fuck her. To have her. To pound into her until she was screaming his name.
Finally, her lips lifted. She shifted, moved, stood. Noah stared up at the juices that had built on her pretty, bare pussy. He licked his lips. Wanting to taste. Knowing he needed to fuck her more.
He pulled his hands from beneath his head, gripped his cock with one hand, spearing it up to her as his hand lightly circled her ankle.
“I want to watch,” he growled. “Let me watch you take me, Sabella.”
With her feet flat on the floor she bent her knees, keeping her thighs wide, and she lowered herself to him. Noah let his hand caress up her leg, grip her hip. Watched, watching in agonizing pleasure as the engorged crest parted the swollen folds.
He watched the lips of her pussy embrace the blunt tip of his erection, felt the fiery heat of her, the slick, wet desire that rained from her. And he watched as she lowered herself, felt as he began to impale her.
She took only the head, then lifted, let him see the juices coating the tip of his cock before she lowered further. Took more, lifted.
Smooth pale thighs tensed. Swollen, hard-tipped breasts glistened in firelight. And he watched as she took him. A little. Then pulled back. And watched with each downward stoke, then saw the slick, heated syrup clinging to his cock as she lifted.
She took him slowly. Relishing every penetration, every stretch as her tight pussy enfolded him. Released him.
He could feel the sweat beading his body, feel her nails digging into his chest. And he felt her take him to the hilt on a long, slow downward motion of her body.
He felt the moment she lost herself in the pleasure, because he lost himself with her. He pulled her to him, easing her onto him as she straddled him fully now, her knees on the floor, her back arching.
His hands gripped her ass as she moved. Each thrust pushed him deep inside her as she did just as she had promised. Rode him. With quick hard motions of her hips. Long slow shifts and slides, then quick and hard again. His hips lifted to her, his hands covered her breasts, palmed them, then as he felt her building, climbing to her pleasure, he let his fingers grip the hard little points and apply just enough pressure to send her rocketing over the edge.
Noah felt himself unraveling. Staring at her face, the exquisite ecstasy, the sweat running in rivulets down her neck, her breasts, he lost that last hold on reality. He poured himself into her, pumping hard and deep, feeling his come spurting, jetting from the head of his cock as he groaned her name and pulled her to him.
His lips on hers. His tongue licking her, tasting her, loving her.
Until the pleasure left her limp, exhausted. A drowsy little kitten against his chest. His Sabella.
When he could breathe again, when he could think, he turned, laid her back on the floor, and pulled from her. She mumbled a protest as he grinned and lifted her into his arms.
He carried her to their bed, tucked her in then moved downstairs to smother the fire and close the glass doors to the fireplace.
Naked, ravaged by her loving, he watched the glowing embers for long moments before returning to her. She was sleeping. One arm thrown over her head, her left hand lying on her stomach, atop the blanket. The wedding band winked back at him, mocking him.
She belonged to Nathan Malone. That wedding band reminded her of that. He knew why she had put it back on again, to remind her where her heart belonged, even if another man did touch her body.
He lay down, sliding beneath the blankets, watched her sleeping face and knew she was lost in slumber.
He lifted her hand, kissed the ring he had slid on her finger eight years ago, and closed his eyes against the pain rising inside him.
“Go síoraí.” He whispered the vow against that little gold band, and felt the helpless, gaping pain in his soul. “Forever, Sabella. Always yours. Forever.”
He held her hand in his as he laid his head on the pillow beside her, and let sleep have him as well.
He didn’t see the tear that fell from the corner of her eye. He didn’t see her lips move, see the word “forever” pass the trembling curves. And he didn’t understand, Sabella knew, that no matter where he went, how hard he ran, that vow would always follow them both.
