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He cleared his dry throat. “Sit on the edge of the pool.” She complied. Amazing. More turned on than the first time he discovered an erotic picture of a nude in his father’s desk drawer, he instructed, “Spread your legs, Libby.”
She hesitated a moment, but then slowly did as he asked. Her gaze remained hidden from him. When her creamy thighs parted so did her outer labia. Like little pink petals of a flower, her inner lips peeked out. Liberty had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. His possessiveness of her body nearly toppled him.
An aura of purity had always surrounded her and he coveted that quality, always careful not to corrupt her innocence, yet, at this moment, he wanted to do very naughty things. He wanted to make his sweet wife scream.
A trickle of white nectar gathered at the seam of her slit. Without thinking he ran his finger over her opening. Once he breached the small entry, his finger slid right in to the third knuckle. Smooth, hot, thick honey coated his skin.
She grunted and reared back, catching her weight on her palms. He hadn’t meant to do that, but she was so wet it just happened. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
She was panting, neck arched, head hung back, wet curls swaying between her shoulder blades. What happened to his timid little wife? What she said next shocked the ever loving shit out of him.
The long curve of her neck slowly contracted and she tipped her chin down to look at him. She was sacred, and so help him god, whatever she asked of him he would do. After one long, needy breath, she sighed, “Don’t stop.” Her words seemed to reverberate along the tender skin of his cock as if she whispered them over his most sensitive flesh.
He watched her as he pulled his finger out and slid it back into her pussy, this time with his middle finger as well. He cupped the palm of his hand against her sex, keeping his two longest digits buried inside and pressed against her hard little clit peeking out from the shaved hood of her mound. She moaned and her body tightened and pulsed.
“What do you need, Liberty? Tell me what you need.”
She took two deep breaths and then, “I need to come, Mason. Please make me come.” She never spoke like that. Words like come were simply not part of her vocabulary. Her sudden boldness was likely one of the sexiest things he had ever beheld.
He loved his tender, feminine wife, but the fact that she had the courage to communicate her needs filled him with pride. His mind briefly touched on their wedding night and the battle they faced with Liberty’s shame. She’d come so far, healed so much since those difficult times.
Bringing his wife to orgasm was suddenly the biggest goal of his life. He dove between her thighs and fastened his lips around her little pink clit and sucked hard, alternately running his tongue relentlessly over the bundle of nerves located there
She cried out, her moan echoing through the glass enclosed room. His fingers moved in and out, faster and faster. He’d make her come so hard she’d feel the echo of his kiss for days.
It occurred to him that they’d never done this. How does a couple spend five years together, married, and this was the first time he was eating her pussy? He’d always handled their intimacy with kid gloves, needed to, in order to keep Liberty’s mind in the present.
Sure, he’d kissed her there before in passing while making love, but that was nothing compared to what he was doing to her now. Such a difference, giving, versus taking, and while he’d given her many soft kisses in secret places upon her body, he’d never taken from her with such greed. He feasted on her like a man crazed.
He was taking away her Madonna status and seeing her as a female made for him to seek his pleasures with. Taking and giving in a manner of sin that wasn’t wholesome, but carnal and driven by greed, hunger, and need. It was freeing to be so uncivilized and finally allow himself to gorge on the woman he craved.
Her cries built and built like a tribal call. He believed she enjoyed herself in their bed, but she never cried out. His fingers sawed in and out of her and her ass lifted off the tiled poolside. She was freely offering what he needed in that moment with zero inhibitions. Good, because he wanted to swallow every damn drop of her.
She was in a different place, a place he’d never witnessed her go before. It was as if for the first time in her life she allowed herself to be uncontrolled. It was as if the idea of having a worthwhile orgasm made her illness temporarily go away. He nibbled her clit with his teeth just as he pressed deep and tickled her G-spot.
