I’m officially a goner.
“Come here,” I say, and flip her onto her back before she can respond, her laugh swallowed by the pillow. I brace above her and take her in. Pink hair spread across my sheets, bare from the waist up with her skirt bunched up around her hips. Looking up at me with that smile that’s made me weak in the knees from day one.
“What’s that look in your eyes?” she says.
“You tell me.”
Her warm brown eyes search mine. “You look like you want to devour me.”
She’s not wrong.
I run my hands up the inside of her thighs, slow, feeling her warmth, watching her breath change.
“Ain’t had my fill yet, baby,” I say, cupping her pussy. “Been dying for a taste of you. And I’m going to take my time.”
“You don’t have to…”
I put a finger on her lips. “You’re going to lie back and let me take care of you. And you’re going to keep those pretty eyes on me the whole time. Yeah?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“That’s my girl,” I say, and work my way down.
I hook my fingers into her black lacy panties and pull them slowly down. I nearly moan at the sight of her naked before me. Those lush thighs, that gorgeous pussy, and it’s finally mine to touchand taste.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I take her hand and press my lips to the inside of her wrist, where her pulse flutters against my mouth. I press another kiss higher, on the soft skin of her inner arm. She’s so warm and so soft and I’ve wanted my mouth on her for so long.
“I want you,” I tell her, rough and a little desperate. I’m past caring about that. “Please.”
“Yes,” she breathes, and that’s all I need.
Then I’m on her, parting her thighs. I force myself to take it slow, because yes, I do want to devour her, but I also want to savor this.
I press my lips to the inside of her knee. Her inner thigh. Higher. I feel her muscles jump under my mouth and I take my time getting there, dragging it out, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the soft skin of her inner thigh until she’s squirming and her hand has found my hair.
She’s soaking and swollen and she tastes like everything I’ve been thinking about for months and better. Her hips press up against my mouth, her grip in my hair going tight.
I get both hands under her, palming her ass, tilting her up, and I take my time. Long slow strokes of my tongue, learning her. Finding what makes her gasp and coming back to it.
Her thighs are shaking against my shoulders and she’s saying my name and God’s in pieces, broken up by her breathing, and her hips keep rolling up against my mouth like she can’t help it.
“So perfect,” I tell her. “You taste so good. You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Her back arches and her eyes flutter shut. She’s close to coming again—I can feel it—but I’m not ready to stop yet.
I take my tongue out of her cunt to nip at her soft thigh.
She makes a sound of protest that goes straight through me.
“Slade—”
“I said I wanted to take my time,” I murmur against her inner thigh.
“Slade.” Desperate now. Her fingers twisting in my hair. “Please. I need… please.”
Even though she can’t articulate it, I know what she needs.
And I can’t help but give my wife everything she’s ever needed or wanted.
