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The twists fell in front of her face, but he reached down and drew them into a ponytail. While she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, she looked up into his eyes, and he watched her from slits, his lashes as dark and thick as the hair curling onto his forehead.
She wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as a perfect penis, but his was undoubtedly made for her body. No matter where he put it, her body eagerly devoured him in a match between pain and pleasure.
However, in her mouth, there was no pain.
There was only his coated shaft and her moans, and each time he tossed his head back and hissed. If a twisted strand fell, he scooped it back up into the ponytail, angling his head as if needing to see her swallow him from multiple angles.
She let him slide out of her mouth and moved her lower, stroking his thick length while she sucked on his heavy sac. Next to her head, the muscles in his thighs twitched, and he let out a groan so low and filled with need, she nearly climaxed.
“I want to come in your mouth,” he said, his voice hoarse and several notches lower than usual.
She licked the seam of his sac. “You come where I tell you.”
“Down your throat.”
“If that’s what I want.”
She stopped stroking.
The muscle in his jaw drew into a tight knot, and his fingers curled into the sheets.
“You want to come, baby?” She licked the length of his shaft. “You’re so hard, baby. You must really want to come.”
She sucked on his head.
He groaned.
“Lucas, it feels like you really, really want to come.” She sucked again. “Damn, baby. You’re so hard.”
“What do you want?”
“Control.” She resumed her strokes, using both hands, and flicked his head with her tongue. “I want to choose where my husband comes. You’re my husband, right?”
He thrust into the rhythm of her hands. “Yes, I’m your husband.”
“Is my husband happy?”
“As hell.”
She wrapped her lips around his head and sucked until his breaths went from long and drawn out to rapid and short. Then, right before he told her it was coming, she released him from her mouth.
He came on her lips, dripping down onto her chin and his shaft, all over her hands and fingers. Then, while he caught his breath, she licked them clean.
For a second, she thought he would fall asleep, and as much as she wanted more, it would stokeherego for him to climax himself into a good night’s rest.
But this was Lucas.
She should have known better.
He tossed her over his shoulder, energy renewed as though she hadn’t sucked it away like ice cream through a straw, and carried her back to the kitchen. There, he lay her on the island countertop, the stone cold against the skin on her back.
That didn’t last long.
“See, Rai, we didn’t need to keep sex on the table.” He spread her legs. “The countertop’s just fine.”
He dipped his head, at first breathing her in like some sort of hedonistic ritual. All the while, her clit pulsed, and her body grew slick, waiting for the touch of his tongue.
It didn’t come.
