Then she licks slowly up my cock from base to tip and my head drops back.
Her tongue swirls over the head. She takes her time with it, slow and teasing, sneaking coy glances up at me.
My wife is giving me a hell of a show and she knows it.
Her hand strokes the base while her mouth works the head. I reach down and grip the silky rose gold strands as her head bobs up and down and feel her hum against me in response.
The vibration of it moves straight up my spine.
She takes me deeper.
Her lips stretch around me, her tongue pressing up against the underside as she sinks down. My dick hits the back of herthroat and she chokes a little. My fingers in her hair loosen immediately, giving her room, giving her the chance to pull back.
She gives me a fierce look.
And takes me deeper.
Her eyes water slightly and she gags again and she doesn’t pull back, doesn’t even seem to consider pulling back, just holds there with her hands braced on my thighs and her eyes on my face like she’s daring me to stop her.
Every time I think something is too much for her, she proves me wrong. It makes me wild, the way she wants this. Wants me.
She’s not pretending enthusiasm or just giving me what she thinks I want. She’s on her knees because she wants to be there. Because she likes doing this to me, the way I lose control for her.
That’s the part that sets me on fire. That she’s as hungry for this as I am. Her neediness sets me aflame.
“I’m so fucking gone for you,” I tell her raggedly.
Her eyes flick up as she slowly bobs her head up and down, humming with pleasure. The sight of her lips wrapped around my dick, dark and glistening from her saliva and my precum, is lewd and beautiful all at once.
My fingers tighten in her hair. “The way you take care of me… fuck, baby, you’ve got me drunk on you.”
I came into this storage room bleeding and in a dark mood with Boone Hutchins’s voice in my ears and the clock running down on everything I don’t want to lose. She turned it around in minutes. The dark mood is gone, because how could it not be?
My wife is on her knees with her mouth stretched around my cock.
It might be her kneeling right now, but I’m the one ready to fall at her feet.
She pulls back slowly. Pink tongue circling the sensitive crown. My thighs tense hard under her hands.
“That’s it,” I say roughly. “Just like that. Let me see that pretty tongue of yours.”
Her tongue drags again. Slower this time. Watching my face while she does it, watching what it does to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. I tighten my hand in her hair, knowing she can handle it. “Take more for me. I know you can.”
She takes more. Sinks down until I hit the back of her throat again. The sounds she makes around me, the small wet obscene sounds of her deep-throating me, move straight up my spine and pool at the base of it.
I breathe through it. My whole body is pulled tight, every muscle tensed, my free hand gripping the edge of the crate hard enough to whiten my knuckles.
Something dark and possessive surges through me as I watch my wife with her mouth on me.
She’s mine.
She’s my wife and I’m never, ever letting her go.
“Come here,” I say roughly. “I need to kiss you.”
With me gently tugging her up by the hair, she comes up off her knees, her lips swollen and slick, eyes dark, so damn gorgeous I can’t believe she’s real.
