The next moment, we are both moving. My hands are in his hair as I kiss him. His hands are on my ass, lifting me into his arms.
We are on the bed, rolling around on the comforter as we each fight for control.
I lose as I always do with him, not that it’s a real loss. Every time he wins, I always come out of the ordeal with more than one orgasm.
Tonight is no different. As soon as he has wrestled me into submission, he kisses me like there won’t be a tomorrow. Like I hold the key to the very last breath he will ever take. By the time he finally pulls away, my chest hurts from the lack of oxygen, and my head feels a little fuzzy.
As I gasp, he gives me a stern look. “Don’t you dare move these hands.”
“Or what?” I sass him.
He smirks. “Try it and find out.”
I press my lips together, wanting so badly to try it, but also knowing that if I obey, he will make it worth my while.
So, for now, I keep my hands where he leaves them.
He takes my silence as permission to go on as he kisses and nips his way down my body. When he reaches my pussy, he smiles up at me.
“Is all of this for me, Rain?” he asks.
“It’s for my husband,” I quip back, always needing to sass him.
“Hmm, your husband. Does he take good care of this pussy?” As he speaks, he slides two fingers inside of me.
“Yes. The best care,” I admit as I spread my legs wider.
“You want him to eat your pussy?”
“I wantyou,my dear husband, to eat my pussy.”
I see the moment the words affect him. It’s like a switch is flipped. Gone is the playful man from before. In his place is a rabid man looking to pleasure his woman. He doesn’t hesitate, licking and sucking my pussy while he curls his fingers into my G-spot.
I barely have time to suck in a breath before new sensations are overcoming my body. I feel lightheaded as he pushes me into my first orgasm, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
“Adam.”
It echoes off the walls as he shows me no mercy. Without thinking, my hands find his hair, needing him to stop, but he doesn’t. He continues his movements until he coaxes a second orgasm from my body. I am a shaking mess, unable to properly hold my hands in his hair, but he doesn’t relent.
It’s not until he has wrung the third orgasm from my body that he finally pulls back, looking up at me with a glistening face. He wipes the back of his hand across it before climbing up my body and kissing my lips.
“How did your husband do,wife?” he asks.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Solid nine out of ten.”
He doesn’t seem to like my joke. He narrows his eyes at me.
“You moved your hands,” he reminds me.
“I couldn’t help myself. You made me lose control,” I admit.
That small admission has pride beaming on his face. “Still, I’ll need to punish you. You won’t stop orgasming until I say otherwise. Understood? Even if it hurts.”
I swallow hard. This sounds like torture and pleasure all rolled into one.
“Understood,” I agree quickly.
Then he leans in and whispers in my ear, “If you need me to stop, you say, ‘Onion.’ I will stop immediately.”