“So,” he murmurs near my ear, “how shall I show you how much I appreciate you, Celeste?”
“There’s something so appreciative about a man on his knees,” I coo back.
He hums his acknowledgment, then slowly pulls away to walk around me to the other side of the room. My breath catches, and my entire body goes up in flames as I watch him gracefully sink to his knees.
“Do you want me to crawl to you, mi vida? Do you want me to kneel in front of you and worship you the way you deserve?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
That breath sticks in my throat as he removes his shirt.
Gage is not a super huge guy, but his frame is built with long, lean muscle honed from always being on his feet, lifting things, and the runs I know he likes to go on. Those muscles work in the most mesmerizing way as he prowlstoward me on all fours like a jungle cat. His heated gaze holds mine as he ends up in front of me on his knees.
“Such a good husband, on your knees for me,” I croon, raking my hands through his hair.
He groans so loudly, cupping the backs of my legs while he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.
“Please, can I taste you?” His plea is guttural.
I nod as I let him unbutton my shorts and pull them down, before I kick them away. He nuzzles my soaked black lace underwear before pushing it aside to take his first taste. I hiss at the incredible sensation of his warm tongue lapping up my wetness slowly, like he’s savoring every drop.
“More,” I command
He pulls at my panties as if to remove them, looking at me for approval. When I nod, he pulls them down and simply stares at my pussy for a beat.
“So beautiful and absolutely soaked, wife,” he groans.
His hand guides one of my legs over his shoulder to open me to him, so I grasp his head for balance.
With that, he goes to town.
His mouth masterfully works my clit, sucking and licking me into a complete writhing mess. I cry out when he adds a finger, curling it in just the right way.
“So that’s a yes to that spot,” he whispers with pure satisfaction.
“Don’t you dare get smug on me,” I choke out.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Just happy to be a good husband,” he says before giving another firm lick to my clit.
My body is coiling tighter and tighter with each lick, each suck, each curl of his finger. It isn’t long before that coil releases completely, springing me into oblivion. I’ve never experienced an orgasm like this that somehow manages to both consume me and free me. He guides me through itwith gentle licks and soothing strokes until I come back down.
“Jesus, you’re magnificent when you come,” Gage says, lifting my shirt and pressing one last kiss to my stomach before rising to his feet. He’s looking down at me with pure awe on his face, bringing a hand up to lightly stroke my cheek.
I glance meaningfully at the noticeable bulge in his pants.
“I could help with that, since you’ve been such a good husband and deserve a reward. It looks painful.”
He shakes his head.
“You don’t have to, this is about you,” he says.
“Well, if it’s about me, then I want to do it and taste you,” I counter, lowering to my knees.
He sucks in a breath as I move to unbutton his pants.
“Ok?” I ask.
He nods jerkily, but then gasps.
