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Her gaze lifts to mine. “Is that how you see me?”
“As my beautiful wife? Yes. Everything about you is beautiful. Inside and out.” I kiss her cheek. She turns to face me fully and I steal a kiss from her lips and she doesn’t let me leave. She keeps kissing me, her tongue licking at my lips, circling around my tongue, until she finally pulls away, her pupils large as she stares at me.
“I can taste myself,” she whispers. “Is that what it’s like? Going down on me?”
“Better,” I whisper back, a choked sound leaving me when her hand finds my dick, her fingers stroking over the fabric of my trousers. “You’re fucking delicious.”
Her smile is small just before she attacks me and at one point I hear my phone fall to the floorboard with a solid thud, but I don’t care. I’m too enraptured with this woman who is making quick work of my zipper, her hand diving inside, fingers curling around my cock as she starts to stroke. I move away from her so I can lean against the door once more and stretch my legs out and she follows me, shoving at my pants and my boxer briefs until they’re bunched around my knees and she’s bent over me, her mouth so close to the head of my dick it’s as if I can already feel those hot, lush lips of hers around me, sucking me deep.
“Maybe I should take photos of you,” she suggests, her gaze flicking up to mine.
“Go for it,” I tell her, amazed at how normal I sound. Like I’m not about to have my cock sucked by the most beautiful woman in the world. “We can start a scrapbook.”
“A sex scrapbook?” She lifts a brow. “I don’t think we’ll be printing these photos out anytime soon, Perry.”
“Maybe just a private file in the cloud then,” I say, sucking in a breath when I feel her breath waft across the head. Fuck, I could probably come just from her breathing. What kind of weak asshole am I?
“You’re dirty, husband,” she murmurs, her gaze fixated on my cock.
I grip the base, practically shoving it in her face. “Suck it, wife.”
She does as I request, her lips enveloping just the head, her tongue teasing the flared ridge as she lifts her gaze to mine. I watch her, all the air leaving my lungs as I take in the visual of my wife sliding her mouth down the full length of me, taking as much of me as she can. Her mouth is like a fucking vacuum, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks, her tongue licking.
“Fuck,” I groan, unable to look away as she slides those lips up and down, her hand shoving mine away so she can grip the base herself. She strokes and sucks, her gaze finally falling away from mine so she can concentrate on her task at hand but I can’t look away.
I’m too lost watching her. I’m enjoying the fuck out of this, that’s a given, but she’s enjoying herself too. I can tell, by the way she puts her all into it. Her hand squeezing, her lips and tongue working, soft moans falling from her. Humming noises when I’m deep in her mouth that vibrate against my dick.
I’m going to come.
“Baby,” I murmur in warning but it’s as if she doesn’t hear me. She keeps going, too into it to stop and I give her one last warning. “I’m gonna come.”
She nods her encouragement, increasing her pace and within seconds I’m blasting into her mouth and she swallows down the initial spurt, pulling her mouth off of me as her fingers continue to squeeze and stroke. Another trickle of semen leaves me, sliding down the length of my cock, coating her fingers and it doesn’t make her pause in her actions. She keeps going, until I finally release a shuddering exhale, indicating that I’m fucking spent.
Spent as fuck.
Whatever.
Charlotte removes her hand from my cock and brings her fingers to her mouth, giving them a tentative lick before I grab her wrist. Bring her hand to my mouth so I can suck her index finger between my lips.
“Is that what it’s like?” I ask when I pull her finger from my mouth, repeating her earlier words to me. “Sucking me off?”
Her eyes sparkle and she nods, shoving her fingers back into my mouth so I can give them another lick. “It’s even better.”
I pull her to me and she removes her fingers from my lips at the last second, my mouth crashing down on hers. I kiss her thoroughly, pulling away when I feel my cock start to come back to life. “We should go home.”
She frowns. “You don’t want to have sex?”
“What do you call what we just did?” I ask.
“Um, third base?”
I laugh. Kiss her again before I gently shove her away and reach down to yank my pants and boxer briefs back up. “I don’t know if you’ve ever let me get to third base before.”
“We’ve hung out on third base before,” she says dryly as she tugs her dress back into place.
“Not like that, wife. Let’s go home. Where I can fuck you properly on a bed.”
She makes a face. “We always fuck on a bed.”
