Her nails scratch down my back, our bare chests brushing, the heat so fucking exquisite we both moan. She goes for thebelt of my shorts, and I work the button and zipper of hers. I don’t care about my hand. I don’t notice the pain. We’re fumbling and pulling, kissing awkwardly in between forced breaks to get this or that undone or off.
Pushing her back, she arches into me, the unforgiving table beneath her, and I drag my cock, only covered in my briefs, up her slit over her bikini bottoms that are still adorably tied at her hips as if that will stop me from anything. I draw back and meet her eyes, dark and glazed over, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her tits heaving as she tries to get control of her breathing.
She’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Turned on for me. All mine.
I do it again, dragging roughly up and down her cunt while I look at her. It’s the first time I’ve slowed down since we started, but feeling her like this, I know I’ll either come or lose control with her in another second. She’s awoken a desperation in me I constantly fight to overcome. The kind of desperation that only has one way of being sated, and even then, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to quiet this beast again.
I pull her up to me by the back of her head and crash my lips to hers, kissing her with fire and licking the flames. My lips glide down her neck, biting and sucking, marking her as I go. I swirl my tongue around one nipple, followed by the other. She whimpers as my teeth sink into the side of her breast, but her body rocks in counterpoint to me as I do.
“Lower,” she demands, pushing my head. “Do that lower.”
I smile and play with her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel and tickling her with my lips. I love that she just asked for that. That she pushed and isn’t afraid to show me exactly what she wants. I wasn’t lying when I said confidence turns me on.
I reach the top of her bottoms and graze them with my teeth while I take her feet and rest them on the arms of the chair so I can sit back down. Gripping her hips, I drag her to meand bury my face in her center. She squeals, even though this is what she wanted.
“If you expected gentle, you’ve got the wrong man, Braelyn.”
My nose presses against the damp spot covering her cunt, and I groan as I suck in a breath, inhaling and tasting her scent. Her hand finds the top of my head, and she gasps loudly as I pull on the strings on either side of her hips until the bottoms fall away, and she’s bare beneath me.
A kiss to her inner thighs, a tremulous breath, and my mouth is on her pussy. One hand swoops under her ass so I can lift it to my mouth, my other holding her open for my tongue. But much like kissing her, I don’t know how to take this slow. I don’t know how to go easy. I’m fucking ravenous for her, and there’s no way to hold that back or hide it. The number of times I’ve dreamed of doing this very thing…
I circle her entrance, then fuck my tongue straight into her, groaning at how fucking good that is.
“Holy fuck,” she cries out.
“You taste so good,” I growl as I do it again, thrusting my tongue in deeper, harder, faster. “I’ve wanted this so badly for so long.” My tongue slides up to her clit, and I plunge two fingers straight into her, twisting my wrist so I bang her with them as I work her clit. She squirms, as what I’m doing is hard and intense, and half-heartedly pushes at me. It makes me chuckle against her skin. “Baby, you’re not going anywhere until I let you. Learn how to take it because this is only the start.”
My cock throbs painfully with the need to fuck her, but right now, all I want to do is make her scream my fucking name.
Her pussy grinds against me, my tongue and lips all over her clit, playing with it, rolling it, sucking on it. She’s so wet. So perfectly, deliciously wet, I can’t get enough of her. I’m beyond high. I’m in fucking heaven with her splayed out on a table forme to devour. My hand slides up her chest until it’s around her neck, collaring her without applying pressure. My ring stares back at me from around her neck, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever.
I’m collaring my wife.
It sparks something primal in me. Something so possessive and finite.
Shocked, she props herself up, her elbows digging into the table, and her eyes meet mine as I eat her cunt with abandon. I give her neck a small squeeze, only to immediately relax it.Trust me, this says.Let me own you.
And something about that is all it takes because a second later, her head falls back, and she absolutely loses it as she starts to come. Her cunt clenches my fingers, holding them tight and deep inside of her. I rub her front wall as I suck on her clit, not slowing, not easing up. I increase the intensity until her hand is ripping at my hair and she’s screaming, writhing, arching against my hand on her neck, at the very brink of what she can take with this.
“Oh my god! It’s… I can’t… Ah! Jesus fuck, Roman! Oh my god.”
She hasn’t even felt what I have planned for her next.
19
BRAELYN
Ican’t breathe. Like seriously, I can’t breathe. It’s not even from Roman’s hand on my neck, though who knew that would turn me into a puddle of whore at his feet? Because holy shit! Never in my life has anyone gone down on me like that. But like really, what the fuck am I doing? This is Roman.
Roman Fritz. My best friend. My lifeline. My safety net. The one person I don’t think I could ever live without. And yes, I’m married to him. I do realize that. So technically, in that regard, we’re not doing anything wrong. And obviously I’ve been curious. I mean, hello, he’s insanely fucking gorgeous and he’s an incredible man and I think that’s only natural.
He rejected me when I tried to kiss him that one time, and after that, I told myself he wasn’t interested. That it would never be like that between us, and I was better off for it.
But now…
He gives my pussy one final kiss and a lick before he climbs up my body, his hand still around my neck as his face hovers above mine. And it’s his eyes that do it for me. It was the fire and raw need in them that threw me over the edge. For amoment, he simply looks at me, both of us silent. Then his mouth descends on mine, and he’s kissing me in such a way that he’s all I know, and the racing thoughts in my head have no choice but to quiet.
“Do you want this?” he murmurs against my lips, his hand leaving my neck and trailing up and into my hair.