Page 57 of Certified to Handle You 3

I looked up at him, and his eyes moved over my face first, then down my neck, and over my chest. His hand came back to my waist, and he pulled me into him slow enough for me to feel everything.

His dick was still hard against me, thick through his pants, and that one touch made my pussy get wetter than it already was.

I held on to his arms because I needed to touch him back.

“Pressure,” I whispered.

He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me before I could say anything else. His tongue slid against mine, and I melted into him with a soft moan because I loved when he kissed me like this. It was slow and nasty enough to make my body tremble. His hands moved down my sides, then came back to the front of my towel.

He pulled the knot loose, and the towel opened against my skin. Pressure’s eyes dropped as it slipped from my chest, down my stomach and over my hips. It landed at my feet, and I stood here naked in front of him while the candlelight moved over both of us.

I felt his stare everywhere it touched. My titties were already heavy, my nipples tight from the way he had been kissing me in the bathroom, and the longer he looked, the more my body opened for him without him asking for anything. The room was warm from the candles, and my skin still held the sweet scent of the body wash he liked on me.

I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, slick enough for my thighs to press together, but Pressure noticed that too because his eyes dropped lower and stayed there for a second before coming back to my face.

He stepped into me and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling my naked body against his chest. His skin felt hot against mine, and the feel of his dick already hard through his sweatpants made my stomach tighten. He lowered his mouth to mine, and I kissed him back before I could think about anything else. His tongue moved over mine, and I held on to his shoulders while his hands traveled down my back, over my ass and back up my sides.

Pressure kissed from my mouth to my neck, and my head tilted to the side because my body knew what to do with him. His beard brushed against my skin while his lips moved lower, and his hands came around to cup my titties. He held them with both hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples while his eyes stayed on mine. The touch made me breathe heavier, and I slid one arm around his shoulder, dragging my nails slow down the back of his neck.

His eyes lowered a little, and the muscle in his chest moved against me when he breathed in. I reached between us and tugged at the rim of his sweatpants because I needed them gone. Pressure didn’t make me fight with them. He looked down at my hand, then pushed them low enough to step out of them, and his dick came free between us, hard and thick, the head already wet like he had been ready for me longer than he wanted to say.

I wrapped my hand around his dick, and the weight of him in my palm made heat roll through me. He was so hard that my fingers couldn’t close all the way, and when I stroked him once, his jaw tightened while he watched me. I didn’t say anything. I just kept my hand on him and walked backward toward the bed while he moved with me, kissing me again before my legs even reached the mattress.

The back of my knees touched the bed, and Pressure eased me down without rushing. I stretched out on my back while he came over me, his body covering mine with that heat I had been craving since he whispered in my ear downstairs.

His mouth found my neck again, and I ran my hands over his back while his dick rested heavy against my stomach. We were both naked now, with nothing between us but skin, breathing and the way my pussy was already wet enough to make me feel embarrassed if this wasn’t my husband.

He kissed along my neck and down my chest, taking his time like the rest of the world had finally stopped needing him. His mouth moved over the top of one titty first, then lower until his tongue circled my nipple. I arched into him as he sucked it into his mouth, and my hand went to the back of his head.

Pressure knew how to make it messy how we both loved. He sucked, licked and pulled on my nipple with his mouth until it was wet and aching, then moved to the other one and gave it the same attention.

I moaned soft, and his hand slid down my side to my thigh. He opened my legs enough to settle between them, still kissing down my body while my fingers moved over his shoulders. His mouth left a warm trail over my stomach, over the softest part of me and I felt myself melt deeper into the bed. There was something about the way he kissed me there that made me feel beautiful instead of exposed. He didn’t avoid the parts of me that had changed from babies, life and everything we had survived. He kissed them like they still belonged to the woman he wanted.

When he made it between my legs, my thighs opened before he could touch them. Pressure kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, letting his beard brush me just enough to make my hips shift against the sheets.

My pussy was wet and warm, and I could feel how slippery I was before his mouth even got there. He put his hands under my thighs and held me open, then used his thumbs to part my pussy lips so he could see all of me. My stomach tightened from the way he looked.

He leaned in and kissed my clit first, soft enough to make my breath leave me, then did it again with his mouth open a little more. I gripped the sheets while his tongue slid through me, slow and flat, tasting all that wetness like he had been hungry for it. The sound of it filled the quiet parts of the room, slick and nasty, and my thighs moved against his hands because my body couldn’t stay still. Pressure held me open and kept licking, dragging his tongue from my opening back to my clit until my legs started shaking around his shoulders. His tongue moved over my clit in slow circles, then he sucked it into his mouth and held it there while my back lifted off the bed. I reached down and grabbed at his head, and he pulled me closer like he wanted me to stop trying to be careful with him.

My pussy was making a mess on his mouth, and the wetter I got, the deeper he went. He licked through all of it, spreading me with his thumbs and dragging his tongue over every place that made my body tighten. I could feel the wetness slipping down, feel it on my thighs and feel his beard getting damp against me while he kept his mouth there, not stopping until I came for him.

“Pressure,” I whispered, but it barely sounded like his name.

He sucked my clit again, and my hips moved up before I could stop them. His hands held me down, firm enough to make me take what he was giving me.

I had to lay here with my hair spread under me, my titties rising with every breath and my pussy open for him while he licked me closer and closer to the edge.

The orgasm came up slow at first, then all at once. My thighs tightened around his head, and my hands gripped him as my body started shaking. Pressure stayed right there, kissing and licking me through it while I came against his mouth. I felt myself getting wetter, felt my pussy pulsing under his tongue and he kept going until the pleasure turned so deep my legs tried to close on him again.

He lifted his mouth only after my body started coming down, and the sight of him made heat spread through me all over again. His beard was wet, his eyes were low, and he crawled back up my body.

When his mouth reached mine, he kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into him and wrapped both arms around his neck because that kiss felt nasty and loving at the same time, and I loved that it was ours.

Pressure’s dick was between my legs now, thick and wet from rubbing against me, and I moved my hips just enough to feel him slide through the mess he had made. He groaned into my mouth, and I sucked his tongue a little, needing more of him before he even pushed inside me.

He lifted off my body and moved onto his knees in the bed. I stayed on my back, watching him while he took himself in his hand and rubbed the head of his dick through my pussy. The first slide made both of us breathe harder. I was still wet from his mouth and my orgasm, and when he pushed the head against my opening, I felt myself stretch around him before he was even all the way in.

He eased inside me, slow enough for me to feel every inch, and my feet came up against his chest. He held my legs there with one hand while the other stayed on my hip, and he pushed in deeper until I was full of him. My eyes closed for a second because it felt too good. It felt like being opened by somebody who already knew the shape of me, and when he pulled back and slid in again, the wet sound between us made my whole body tighten around him again.