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“Thank you,” she says, squeezing my hand. It takes me aback how the tension in my body diffuses with just a small touch from her.
After enjoying the rest of the picnic in silence, I grab the basket and we walk back inside the house.
When dinner rolls around, I find her in the dining room.
“Do you want to watch a movie after?”
“I’d love that.” Her lips arch into a bright smile.
I have to have her, make her mine. I don’t remember anything else driving me like this before.
After dinner we step inside the theatre room, with popcorn and soda.
I pick a comedy that makes her giggle. I can’t help but smile back. Her beauty bewitches me.
When the movie ends, I take her hand, walking up the spiral staircase back to our room. I close it and force myself to take things slowly, even though my insides burn with a frenzied mix of lust and need.
I peel her dress off, and then undress myself. I carry her to the bed with her legs wrapped around me, and lay her on the mattress. I kiss her soft lips and she parts her mouth in invitation. Nothing on this earth could bring me to my knees, but this woman’s kiss can.
When I find her eyes, her pupils are dilated. The sign of her need has me groaning in satisfaction. I trail kisses down her chest and take a pebbled nipple in my mouth and she moans, gripping my arms.
Her head falls back while I suck on one rosy point while rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger.
“Kieran.” My name pours from her mouth in a whisper of desire.
I trail my mouth down her belly button and she giggles.
“That tickles.”
I look at her as I lower my face between her legs.
She props up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”
Her legs part on their own. The implicit trust she has in me brings me to my fucking knees. At least she trusts me with her body.
I slide my nose down her folds, her scent awakening a primal urge in me, to mark, possess, and pleasure. I grip her thighs and stretch her to reveal the most beautiful pussy on this earth—bare, soft, swollen. And mine, all fucking mine.
I lick her slit, and she grips the sheets, arching her back. A breathy moan rolls out of her heart-shaped mouth while I lose myself in eating her out. A starved man and only her juices can satiate me.
“Oh, God.”
“Not God, just a sinner.”
I dive back in, sucking and nibbling at her pussy. Seeing her like this, spread open for me, trusting and wet, my heart thaws under the pleasure in her glassy eyes. The pleasure I’m offering her. With her, it’s not my ego at work. With her, it’s sheer need to offer her pleasure.
With my fingers making aVover her pussy, my tongue plunges into her heat. Her moans trip over her lips in rapid succession, filling my ears with a decadent symphony.
“This feels so good . . . Please, don’t stop.”
Look at my feisty wife, saying please, begging for my tongue. How can I deny her when she surrenders so prettily?
“My princess likes being eaten out?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
I chuckle over her glistening folds. She’s soaked. Curling my finger inside her tight pussy, I go back to devouring her. Her fingers thread through my hair, yanking at the roots as she bucks under me, her moaning and desperation to chase her orgasm fueling me. Lapping at her with gusto, her toes curl, and her breath stutters.
“Come all over my tongue, princess.”
