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“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I panted. My own alto voice took on the scratchy quality it did when I was desperately trying to turn off the circus in my head and follow my body’s lead.
“Oh, darling,” he rasped in what seemed like a warning. But based on the need in his voice, and the things he proceeded to say in that voice, I was like a kitty with catnip instead.
“Do you want me to say dirty things to get you hot and wet? Tell you the way I fantasize about you throughout the day? About touching you. Tasting you. And God, baby, I’m going to fuck you so good. So deep and rough that you cry and beg me to stop.”
“No, no, no,” I babbled while he teased me. “Don’t stop.”
My husband nuzzled his face into my hair while I whimpered my pleas. He found the skin at my nape and bit into my flesh without tenderness or caution. Lightning struck, zapping every coherent thought from the moment I felt his warm breath blanket the back of my neck. Christ, it all felt so good.
“You’re making me crazy. I’m so ready, please. Please, fuck me.” There. If he was waiting for me to beg, I delivered with earnest effort.
“First, I have to taste you. It’s all I can think about.”
He shifted his weight off me, and I flipped around so fast, I almost kneed him in the groin. But it wasn’t eagerness inspiring me to move so quickly.
“No. No, you can’t.”
“There’s no way you’re going to be shy now,” he said while tugging at the drawstring of my pajama bottoms.
“No, seriously. I haven’t showered today. I don’t want—I wouldn’t—I mean?—”
His sexy grin grew wider as I stammered through my protests. I was too embarrassed to say outright that I’d rather be fresh from the shower if he wanted to spend time down there. I already knew he wouldn’t let me off easy. I wouldn’t get away without expressing my concerns in words for his entertainment.
Bastard. Incredibly sexy bastard.
“Say what you will, wife, but that just makes me want it more. I can’t wait to have your scent in my nose and on my face. I have dreams about your cunt, girl. You have no idea.”
Who was this guy? I had him pegged completely wrong this whole time. It turned out my husband was a dirty, dirty man. His declaration made my pussy gush more, but I still batted at his hands that were trying in vain to get my pants untied and off.
“Do I have to restrain you, Storm? I’ll fucking do it if you don’t put your hands over your head immediately.” The voice was layered with an extra threatening edge. The intense stare was present too. My arms betrayed me and lifted high on the pillow. Clearly my body knew what it wanted—no, needed—and wasn’t about to let any part of my brain fuck this up for us.
He backed down my body to perch over my knees and pulled my pants down slower than traffic moved on the 405 at quitting time. I threw my head back and sank deeper into the pillow. My chest dipped and heaved with anticipatory breaths.
Finally, when the pants were tossed to the floor, a low, masculine groan came from my man. I sneaked a peek to make sure we were still in the go zone and found him staring with complete fascination at the creamy place between my legs.
“Open for me, baby,” he rasped while stroking strong hands from my calves to the inside of my thighs. “So fucking warm here.” But he just kept staring. I needed his mouth on me more than my next breath, and I was going insane waiting.
“Carmen, please,” I whispered while my hands were on their way down my body to entice him more.
Bad call apparently.
He withdrew his hands from my body and glared. “If I tell you again, it will be while I’m strapping you down to the bed. Got it?”
“But I…I just wanted?—”
He cut my explanation off with his mouth.
The kiss was aggressive and urgent and spiked my arousal even higher. From my mouth, he started his exploration down my body with hard sucking kisses that left a trail of bruises on my pale skin. He got closer and closer to my pussy but then would move back to an earlier mark and put the finishing touch on it with his teeth.
I writhed beneath him without shame. I needed to be satisfied in a way I’d never known and began begging in nonsensical gibberish. Promises fell from my lips easier than ever, knowing when I finally did come, it was going to be earth-shattering.
I felt the tight coil of my abdominal muscles and the giddy buzz of endorphins through my entire body. My head swam with pleasure, and my skin burned with desire and need. This man was unraveling me thread by thread, and for whatever reason, I felt completely fine about it. I knew he wasn’t using me, and I’d be completely stunned if he intentionally hurt me. Knowing I was safe with him allowed my mind to quiet and my body to rejoice.
Carmen did amazing things with his mouth. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was a little obsessed with my lady parts. He spent more time lavishing my sex with his unbelievable attention than my last three partners spent combined. By the time he was working me up to a third climax with his knowing tongue and fingers, I was on the verge of real tears.
“Please. Please…Carmen…” I gasped between moans of pleasure.
“What do you need, Storm? I can’t get enough of your cunt. I knew it would be the best, baby.”
