“Fuck, sweetheart, if this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up,” he panted, making her throw her arms around his neck and suckle on his lush lower lip. Between kisses, nips, and greedy touches, their clothes fell away, leaving them ready for each other without the barriers they’d erected before.
Vera made a sound of distress when he drew away from her, missing the heat he provided.
“Wait,” he rasped when she made a move to come to him, stilling her.
An arm’s length away, his eyes roved over her body, drinking in the sight of her standing naked in their garden, waiting for him. Her toes curled in at his perusal as he swept a slow gaze over her silken limbs and the trimmed strip of hair that hid her feminine core. The dip ofher waist curved up to her plump tits which were heaving as she drew quick breaths, increasingly affected by the awe in his expression.
“Every time I look at you, it hits me again, how beautiful you are. You’re unreal.”
“You’ve seen me before,” Vera mumbled, her skin growing flushed at the riveted look on his face.
“Not like this,” he murmured, finally stepping closer, one heated palm drawing up to cup her swollen breast, making her bite down on her lower lip. “Not as my wife.”
It was poetic that their reunion would have echoes of the first time they’d been intimate, under the shadows of lush trees, surrounded by the open air with the night sky creating a sparkling canvas of dark purple and indigo overhead.
“Beautiful,” he whispered again, dropping soft kisses along the line of her shoulder and back, lowering himself slowly. On his knees, he nuzzled her stomach as his palms shaped her strong thighs, massaging every womanly curve he loved.
His lips traced over the arch of her hip bone, the tip of his tongue tickling down into the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. The stubble on his chin scraped her delicate skin, causing her to suck in her stomach. No one had kissed her intimately since she was a teenager, and Vera had forgotten how vulnerable it could feel. She twisted her hips, unconsciously trying to escape, gasping out loud when he bit the soft flesh there in punishment.
The fingers in his hair tightened when she pulled, forcing his neck to snap back. His eyes darkened in lust when he dragged his gaze up and she could only imagine how she looked, leaning over him, exposed to the silver moonlight, her pebbled nipples looking like ripe berries begging to be bitten and sucked.
“Good husbands don’t bite.” Her breathy murmur belied her complaint.
“Good wives don’t interrupt their husband’s meal.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Talk less and do more, Charming.”
His brow curved up at the playful dare and he shot her a lazy smile.
“Then keep my mouth occupied and feed me your pussy.”
She could barely breathe when he drew her free hand behind his neck, firming her grasp on his head. “Use me. I’ll give you what you want.”
And that was exactly what she did. Her back resting against the tree trunk, she hooked one slim leg over his shoulder and pulled him closer, sighing softly when his breath wafted over her damp flesh, making her pussy quiver in need. His large palms held her by the curve of her firm ass, kneading her while he teased her with little cat licks, nuzzling her soft skin with his nose as he got closer and closer to his destination. Her grip on his hair told him exactly how desperate she was getting when he placed an open-mouthed kiss right over where her clit begged for attention.
“I need more.” Her breathless demand transformed into a needy whimper when his tongue traced the closed seam of her pussy, torturing her with a promise he was deliberately taking too long to fulfil.
He drew his hands down and inwards, holding her like he was about to drink from the chalice of her womb. His thumbs spread her swollen lips open, hungrily staring at her throbbing cunt.
“Fuck, Princess, look how you’re dripping for me. You’re perfect.”
God, his words alone had her leaking down her thighs. She’d have been embarrassed at her neediness, but his mesmerised expression made it clear he liked seeing her response to him. Just when she thought she’d die from waiting, his mouth returned to her core, his pointed tongue dipping so deep within her that she couldn’t hold back the moan that built up in her throat.
“Oh, F-fuck! Don’t s-stop.”
She tilted her hips, feeling him lick into her, giving her what she’d denied herself for ages. Vihaan hummed and groaned his pleasure, keeping her open while he fucked her with his tongue, working heruntil she was close before pulling back, only to start all over again. It was as if he couldn’t bear to end it too quickly now that he’d finally gotten to taste her once again.
Oversensitive from being brought to the edge and unable to withstand the building pressure within her, she twisted, trying to push Vihaan away. With a deep, rumbling growl that emanated from somewhere within his chest, his grip on her increased, her hooked thigh automatically opening wider when he pushed himself closer, refusing to interrupt his meal.
Two thick fingers slipped into her, curving and stroking slowly within her as his hot mouth latched on to her peak, his tongue slashing against it repeatedly. She pushed him away, pulled him closer, lost to everything except his touch, his kiss, his love. Her desperate cries for him to give her relief had Vihaan doubling his efforts. His teeth grazed lightly over her fluttering clit while he worked his fingers into her, scissoring and curling until she was clenching hard around him. Recognising that she was seconds away from falling apart, he dipped down, his tongue entering the space between his spread fingers, eager to feel her in every way possible. Vera came apart on his mouth with a shudder and a cry, drenching him in her pleasure. When Vihaan finally pulled off her, she slumped to her knees, her body held against his.
“I need you,” he rasped, rolling her under him, grinding into her as her knees fell open to naturally accommodate him between her legs.
“Yes, whatever you want.” Her mind was so drunk on him, she would’ve agreed to just about anything if that meant he’d keep touching her.
“Condom?”
“I don’t care. I want you in me, now!” she demanded, wiggling until she was settled atop the blanket he’d brought for her. Vihaan didn’t need to be convinced. His mouth crashed against hers, beckoning her in a kiss that felt like he was stealing air from herlungs. And just as quickly, he drew away, his hold gentling, his lips tracing every dip and curve with a control that had her squirming in desperation.