"Definitely not thinking how close my wife's mouth is to my dick." There's a slight pause. "Or that it's our wedding night and she wants to swallow me down instead of riding my face and drowning me with her honey."
His gravel-coated words send a flood of wetness through me. I know what he's doing, the sly fox...giving me an out if I need it. I love him all the more for it, but I really want to do this. And now...now there's been enough talking. I grip him and engulf the head of him in my mouth, making him jolt with a deep, low groan. Sucking lightly, I run my nails over his heavy sac, making it jump as a twitch runs the length of his shaft.
"Kitten," he grits out through a huff, tendons flexing in his neck, "how the hell am I supposed to stay soft when you do things like that?"
"Do it for me. Please." Rolling my tongue around him, I open wider and move further down until I meet the warm skin of his groin. When I feel him thicken, I pull off with a pop and lay him against his thigh. "Ah-ah-ah. Calm down."
"Mercy, sweet temptress." His eyes promise retribution, but he throws his head back, the salt and pepper curls on his chest heaving with every breath.
For long minutes, he fights his reaction and lets me play with him. It's not fair of me, I know, but I can't help teasing him. Pressing just his tip to me like lipstick, I trace the curve of my mouth with it. "Mhmm...you taste so good. I want you to paint my lips with your cum. Like you did the night you took me."
But a beast can only be taunted for so long before being provoked into action. And my last line was the tipping point.
"That's it," he growls. The fists holding so tightly to the bed release their grip and grab my hair, pulling down so my gaze meets his. "You've had your fun. Now it's time for me to have mine. Up."
Breathless, I stand with him as he gently yanks. That does surprisingly good things to me between my legs.
"Undress me," he commands as he shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off. Quickly, I pull down his pants and briefs. "Good girl. Stay there."
He moves to the closet and comes back with a machine and a bottle of lube. The beat of my heart picks up as I remember his words.I'm more than willing to milk those sweet tits.
Placing the pump on the bed, he turns to me with the lube and a dark smile. "I did a bit of research and I think this one is the best. We can always try another if you don't like it. Now,"—he pops the cap—"time to put this on those sweet nipples. Pull your bra down and hold it for me."
I obey, dragging the lacy cups down and waiting for his next move. Lust glazes over his eyes as he looks between the pump and my breasts. "Amos, this is so crazy. But I like it."
"It'sourkind of crazy. We can do anything we want in our house. Just the two of us." Squeezing a drizzle over his finger, he smears it over an exposed nipple and areola before moving to the other. "Don't want you getting chafed. Keep the cups down; you're gonna need them for extra support."
Throwing a glance at me, he asks, "Ready?"
At my eager nod, he rubs the clear flanges over the tips of my breasts to coat them and then presses down to set the suction. Gently pulling my bra back up, he reverently kisses the slope of my chest. "Good thing it's wireless. Tubes would just get in the way."
Needing to stabilize myself with all the excitement building inside of me, I latch onto his thick forearms and watch his thumb hover over the power button. "Do it," I whisper through a secret smile.
"It's going to be on the lowest setting first to stimulate a letdown, so let's see how you like it." Eyes dancing between mine and my boobs, he turns the pump on.
My fingers flex tightly around him as it comes to life and the first bit of suction pulls my nipples in soft, quick pulls. This feels...nice. More than, actually. We both look down in wonder, amazed at the sight of my nipples being drawn up and down in rhythmic motion. My jaw drops in pleasurable awe. "This is what it looks like inside your mouth."
"That's hot, baby. So hot." Pure sex drips from his voice.
Seems I'm not the only one turned on by this. Suddenly, the suction slows down and deepens its pulls. I let out a breathy moan, my knees going weak. "Ooh...Amos."
"Now it's in expressing mode and it'll stay on this one until we change any settings again. Do you like it?"
"Yeah. It...it feels so much the sameandso different than when you do it."
"Good." His hands fall to my hips and drag my panties down. "Now, let's see how this feels when I'm inside of you."
I carefully fall back onto the bed, not wanting to break the steady suction on my breasts. Casting my eyes toward him, I crook my finger. "Come here, lover, and make love to me."
Amos straddles me, supporting himself on one arm and rubbing his cock through my wetness. "Lover." He tastes the word on his tongue. "I like that, Mercy. Your lover. Your one and only."
With no warning, he thrusts inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. "Yes," I hiss out, reaching a hand up to make sure he didn't jar the flanges loose.
"There you go, baby. Look at you, getting those sweet nipples sucked while my big cock moves in and out of you. Mhmm, you take me so good, Mercy. Grip me so tight. God, baby...you're choking my dick."
Words get stuck in my throat, unable to leave me as he drives broken gasps from me with his forceful thrusts. All I can do is hold on and enjoy the sensations warring for dominance in my mind.
Over and over, the tension builds between us as the pump sucks my nipples and his cock hits that sweet spot deep inside me. Higher and higher until it threatens to burst in release. I close my eyes, unable to bear the sight of the pump of his expression for fear it'll send me over the edge too soon. "A-a-mos," I manage to get out.
