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“It’s in the past,” I tell her firmly. “We’re making a new start, together. Although—” I look at her with a glimmer of mischief in my eyes. “Anytime you want to get down on your knees, lass, I don’t think I’d complain.”
We’re hardly back in our hotel room before she does just that, that same mischief in her face as she shuts the door behind us and turns to me, sinking to her knees as her hands go to my belt.
“I did say I wanted to apologize,” she murmurs, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “And I like getting on my knees for you.”
“Fuck—” I hiss the word as Isabella makes short work of my belt and zipper, my cock already hard just from the sight of seeing her sink to her knees. “I don’t know if I can be gentle, lass, seeing you like that—”
“Then don’t be.” She looks up at me wide-eyed, her hand wrapped around my shaft. “Take my mouth how you want, Niall.” Her voice is a purr, my name sounding rich in her accent that I love as much as she loves mine. “I remember—tap your leg if it’s too much.”
“Good lass.” I tangle my hand in her hair, my heart pounding in my chest as I see her lips near my throbbing cock. I can see her thighs squeeze together, her small movements that let me know this is turning her on as much as it is me. “Open that sweet mouth for me, then, my pretty wife. Take my cock.”
Isabella moans, opening her mouth for me as I guide my cock inside. Her tongue swirls greedily around the tip, rubbing against the soft flesh beneath, making me tilt my head back and groan with pleasure as I push more of my cock into her mouth. I’m less careful with her, and I know now that she likes it, that feeling me force my thick shaft between her lips turns her on.
I let go of the base of it, my hand tightening in her hair as I push deeper still, feeling her moan around my cock as she takes more. “That’s right,” I groan, teeth gritted with pleasure. “Take my cock, lass—”
Another inch, and most of it is buried between her lips, her mouth stretched around it to accommodate, and she moans as I push into her throat, my hips jerking as I increase my pace. I’m eager, hungry to watch her swallow my cock, but I know how much she can take before I need to pull back. Her hands clutch my thighs, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t tap my leg. She clings to me, moaning as I thrust, indescribable pleasure sweeping over me as I fuck my wife’s face, and she loves every second of it. I’ve never been a particularly rough man in bed, not given to some of the more creative sadistic pleasures, but this has always been a particular kink of mine, and Isabella takes it so fucking well.
I wait until she’s moaning helplessly, my cock throbbing with the knowledge of how wet she is by now, her breath cut off by the thick shaft invading her throat, and I rock deeper still until her nose is smashed against my abdomen, her throat convulsing as she chokes around my cock—and then I pull free with a jerk, stroking it hard and fast.
“You’re going to wear my cum while I eat your pussy and fuck your ass,” I growl, “so take that top off, wife, and let me come all over you.”
“Ohfuck,” Isabella breathes, the words a whimper of pleasure, and I feel my entire body tighten as she slips out of the top of the silk wrap dress she’s wearing. Her breasts are perfect, full and tipped with hard dusky nipples, and I groan with need as I stroke myself harder.
“Oh god, lass—I’m going to come.” I pant, my pleasure rising hard and fast, and I can feel my cockhead swell. “Open your mouth so I can come in it, so I can come all over those perfect—fucking—tits—”
Isabella’s hand is in her panties, moving rapidly between her thighs as she opens her mouth, holding her tongue out for me as I feel my balls tighten, my orgasm rising up swiftly. “On your tongue—fuck—”
The first spurt splashes over her tongue, dripping onto her chin. The next splatters over her breasts, covering her face and chest with spurt after spurt of my hot cum as I groan, stroking myself so hard that my hand aches. It feels so fucking good, and I moan aloud, pushing my cockhead onto her tongue and pushing into her mouth in short thrusts, letting the last drops of it spill into her mouth as she sucks me dry.
“Fuck, lass—” I breathe the words, still stroking as she sucks me. “God, you look so fucking beautiful with my cum all over you—”
Her tongue keeps working, flicking, and I have to pull free. It’s too much, and I reach down, pulling her to her feet and backing her to an antique chair next to the dresser. Without a word, I shove her skirt up as I sit her down in it, looking down at my gorgeous wife.
“My turn,” I say simply, and then I sink to my knees in front of her, pulling her arse to the edge of the chair so I can devour her sweet pussy.
“God, you’re so fucking wet—” I groan, flicking my tongue between her folds, lapping up her arousal. “I love how fucking wet you get from sucking my cock.”
I slip my fingers between her folds too, sliding them over her hot flesh, losing myself in the slick heat of her as I stroke her clit and her hips buck upwards so hard that I nearly have to pull back.
“Please—” Isabella gasps, and I grin.
“Don’t worry, lass. I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
I run my tongue over her, from her entrance to her clit, wanting every drop of her sweet arousal in my mouth. I can see her blushing, spread open and exposed to me like this, but I love every fucking second of it. I could never get tired of eating her out.
“Come for me like this, lass, so the taste of your pussy can get me hard enough to fuck your arse while you wear my cum.”
Isabella moans, shuddering as I thrust my fingers inside of her, my tongue sliding over her folds and circling her entrance where I’m curling my fingers deep inside of her. She tips her head back, rocking onto me helplessly as whimpers of pleasure slip from her lips, her back arching as I hold her thighs open with one hand.
No matter how I eat her pussy, I love every second of it. Her riding my face was a particular highlight, and I intend to have her do that at least once this trip, but tonight I’m enjoying having her pinned in the chair like this, at the mercy of my fingers and tongue.
“More—” Isabella gasps. “I need more—”
I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her flesh, as I tease her with my fingers and stay just shy of her clit. I know how fast I can make her come, sucking her there, and I want to draw this out just a little.
I don’t make her wait too long, though. I flick my tongue over her clit at last, feeling her shudder and hearing her cry out, and I speed up the thrust of my fingers as I roll her clit with my tongue just the way I know she likes, enjoying the way she grabs onto the arms of the chair, moaning my name as I lick a little faster, a little harder—and then suck her throbbing flesh into my mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of her as I do.
She fuckingfloodsmy hand with her arousal as she comes, her moan turning into a shriek of pleasure as she bucks on my face and hand, writhing in the chair as she drenches my lips and tongue and chin, coming so hard that it makes my cock go from a slow, swelling arousal to rock-hard in seconds as she comes all over my face. I suck her clit through it, licking up every drop as her climax starts to recede, and when I pull back I enjoy the sight of her, limp and panting in the chair, her thighs trembling from the force of her climax.
