Wraith grips my thighs with both hands, sinking his fingers into my muscles and my tender skin, and brings his hot mouth to my sex. He doesn’t take his time. He doesn’t tease me or toy with me or lap gently like I thought might happen.
No, he feasts on me.
He uses his entire mouth. His big, broad tongue explores my folds, turning me into a shuddering wreck before he sweeps down low, licking my seam from my clit all the way to my asshole.
I nearly puncture my bottom lip, I sink my teeth down into it so hard. My body rocks violently, my hips pulsingforward off the counter, shamelessly bucking into Wraith’s face. He groans and holds my legs down, pinning them to the counter, spreading me open for him. He licks me slowly, in devastatingly hot strokes that render me incoherent. My entire body flushes hot, then goes completely cold, then rushes back to overheated. All I can do is pant through the pleasure.
My fingers tangle in his thick, dark hair and when he tries to slow down, to trail hot kisses over the juncture of my thighs, I rip his face back to me savagely. His breath floods hot over my aching flesh as he worships me.
“Such a beautiful cunt,” he breathes against me, blowing over my tender skin. My hips buck hard and I mewl against the lewd words. “I love your taste. Your scent. I love how you’re dripping all down your thighs and all over my countertop.”
He attacks me with his mouth, licking me with his beautiful, flat, broad tongue, suckling at the hard nub of my clit, nipping my swollen folds gently between his teeth. It’s all the most beautiful agony I’ve ever felt.
My head rolls back and all I can do is grasp his hair, dig my nails into his skull, and let my legs quake around his shoulders and his face.
He takes his time with me, torturing me, dancing away from my clit so that the pleasure I’m chasing is always out of my reach. I buck and moan and squirm shamelessly into his face. I writhe against his tongue.
“I’m gonna make you come now,” he promises thickly, and I want to cry at his words. I’ve orgasmed before, by my own hand, but I know already that this is going to be nothing like that. “You’re gonna come hard all over my tongue, coat mychin and lips in your juices, and when you’re done, I’ll kiss you and let you taste how delicious you are.”
Dirty talk was something I never saw the appeal of either. I once walked past one of my brothers’ rooms when he was watching porn. I could hear the sounds of it drifting from behind the closed door. I failed to see why that would turn anyone on, listening to the scripted filthy words.
This is nothing like that. Wraith’s words strike straight through to the heart of me, right to my throbbing sex. They light me up like a beacon in the darkness and I let out a wild sounding moan as he attacks me with his mouth again. This time, instead of dancing over my entrance with his tongue, he spears me with it, fucking up inside of me. He does it over and over, filling me until I splinter.
The world slips away and the bottom falls out on my reality. There is nothing but Wraith and his hot mouth on my sex, his tongue inside of me. I writhe around him, my hips jacking up and into his face, spread my vibrating legs wide, opening myself up to him. I ride out the waves, sharp and painful at first, then sweeter, the bliss settling around me, drowning me like water.
When I can finally gasp out a breath again, I wrench my eyes open to find Wraith staring up at me. He blinks, those long lashes framing his obsidian eyes so filled with hunger, pleasure, and satisfaction at what he’s just brought me, that it nearly throws me into another climax.
He rises, towering over me. “I want you to taste your sweet cum,” he says in his predatory rough voice that betrays how even though it was me being pleasured, he derivedthe same amount of satisfaction from commanding my body and wringing my pleasure from it.
His lips close over mine, scalding and brutal. His tongue thrusts through my lips to stroke my own and I feel a slick rush of wetness coat my thighs at the commanding possessiveness of it, at the hot sexual strokes that I feel echoed deep inside of me.
He tastes salty, rich, heady. He tastes like me, like my own musk. When he pulls back, I moan, wrapping my fingers up in his hair to drag him closer. My tongue snakes out and I lick my juices from his lips, tilt his face so I can taste it on his chin. He responds ferociously, licking and nipping at my lips, devouring me with heady groans.
I want to undo his jeans, spring his cock free, get on my knees and taste him like he tasted me. My mouth waters at the thought of having him in my hand, in my mouth, his own salty brine bursting over my tongue, but then a sharp whine startles us both.
Wraith rips his mouth from mine and we break apart, both panting hard.
I slam my legs closed when he steps away. I glance over his shoulder to find Abby there, looking at us with confused, big brown eyes.
“We were gonna take you for a walk,” Wraith laughs, all of the earlier tension of the morning melted away. “I’m sorry, Abbs. We forgot about you.”
Abby whines again and does a little dance with her front paws. The wheelchair has two huge wheels in the back and a sling like area between them where her back legs get strappedin. There are two smaller ones that splay out before her front legs to balance everything, and a variety of straps that go around her chest and back to keep her in place.
Despite the fact that my face is on fire, Wraith picks up my discarded clothes, lays them on the counter beside me with the utmost care, then turns and calls for Abby. She follows him eagerly down the hall, leaving me alone in the kitchen to pick up the shattered pieces of myself, glue my fractured, pleasure soaked brain back together, and figure out what the hell just happened.
I hear the front door creak open and then Wraith’s voice, the undercurrent of humor so very obvious that I nearly smile despite his words. “Don’t worry, Leena. We’ll wait for you.”
Chapter 13
Wraith
Igot carried away. I wanted to know my new wife for more than a day before I lost control.
Leena walks Abby, the leash tucked into her hand, a look of stupefied wonder on her face. She loves this. She loves my dog. She loves walking her. She finds joy in just watching Abby get around in her little cart, just like any other dog. I think Leena senses Abby’s will to live, the strength of her spirit and her absolute determination. She senses a kindred spirit, or whatever they call it, a soul that matches her own, just like I did when I first met Abby.
And damn if that doesn’t make her that much hotter. Like she needs to be. She doesn’t. I’m already frayed to beyond what I can bear. She’d tempt even a saint into sin with that body, a body made for luring men to their destruction. She seems blissfully unaware of her own power, which is charming in itself. Her sweet shyness is part of the allure. She acts like she’s not beautiful, like when she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see the gorgeous features staring back at her.
Fuck if she doesn’t have the sweetest pussy that I’ve ever tasted.
