My knees tremble, my entire body jolts, and I cry out, "I’m so close."
He hitches his shoulders under the tops of my thighs, uses his fingers to spread apart my pussy lips and when he licks me from my clit to my forbidden back hole, I’m so shocked, I freeze. He proceeds to lick me there while finger-banging my slit. Once-twice-thrice, and when he adds four fingers inside me, I instantly orgasm. The climax slams into my chest, locks my throat, and explodes behind my eyes.
I’m dimly aware of him untying the restraints from around my ankles. Then I’m being lifted and carried. I open my eyelids and realize we're in the bathroom.
He seats me on the counter, then scans my features. “You okay?“
I nod. “A bit high from the orgasm, but I’m slowly coming back to earth.”
He chuckles. “I’m just getting started, baby. “
36
Quentin
I kiss her firmly on the lips, then move toward the bathtub. I run the taps, making sure to add something that fills the air with the scent of roses. I hold my fingers under the tap, then nod. Just the right temperature for my wife.
I return, scoop her up, then step inside the bathtub and sink down. I cradle her against my chest. With the hot water lapping around us, I slowly relax. Steam fills the room. I wrap my arms about her and soak in the warmth.
When the water reaches the level of her nipples, I reach up with my foot and shut off the tap. Making her come is the greatest feeling ever. I can’t wait to give her more orgasms. The thought sends the blood draining to my groin. Nope, I need to let her rest and recover. Unfortunately, my cock doesn’t get the memo, for it extends and insists on settling against the cleavage between her arse-cheeks. I’ve never felt this young, this alive, this turned on, this hopeful about the future as when I’m with her. I hold myself still, not wanting to disturb her, content to watch as her eyelids shutter down and she melts into me.
Her blonde curls stick to her forehead from the steam, her lips turned up slightly. That flush on her cheeks is not only due to the hot water; it's the orgasm I gave her that relaxed her completely. She looks so serene and sweet, and so well-fucked in my arms, it seems like a pity to wake her. No matter that having her curves pressed up against me has given me a raging hard on. I want to bury myself in her pussy, I want to squeeze the plumpness of her fleshy thighs, I want to mark the perfect swell of her bottom, then bend her over and fuck her arse. I want to lick and suck and possess every hole of hers.
I want to make her come so hard, she forgets every man who came before me. My thoughts send the blood draining to my groin and tighten my balls. I want to be inside her so badly, but hearing her sigh and watching her parted lips and the softness of her features, I don’t want to rouse her. We could spend the rest of our lives in this bathtub with her in my arms, and I wouldn’t complain. My dick, sadly, has other plans.
She draws in a sharp breath, and I know she’s back with me.
I cup her pussy, and a whimper escapes her. And when I push aside her hair and drag my stubble across the curve of her shoulder, she shivers.
I trace my fingers up the cleavage between her pussy lips, then down to play with the rosette between her butt cheeks. She gasps, then spreads her legs, giving me more access. When I bring my fingers back to her clit to trace the swollen bud, she writhes and rubs up against my erect shaft.
I have been erect since the first day I saw her. And this, despite wanking off every opportunity I’ve had. Nothing’s going to compare to being inside of her. And I’m not letting myself take her until I’ve ensured I’ve made her come enough times.
I pause.
I’ve never been as concerned about satisfying a woman before this. I’ve never wanted to care for someone else like this before. Never wanted to protect anyone else from the world—except for my son, but that's a different emotion. This, what I feel for her, is dangerously close to something I’ve never felt before. It’s the kind of love that would make me want to burn down the world if it would make her happy. The kind of love where I wouldn‘t hesitate to give her anything she wants and stop anything or anyone from ever hurting her.
The kind of love that heats my blood and makes my heart stutter. And ties my insides up in knots.
I freeze with my fingers inside her pussy.
She squirms against me, and when I don’t react, she turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in pants, but when she peruses my features her eyebrows knit, “What’s wrong?”
I stare deeply into her eyes, taking in the naked emotion in them. A mixture of need and lust, and a yearning so strong, it hits me in the chest like a steam roller. I want to tell her what I realized. That despite my best efforts not to, I’m falling for her. That I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.
I open my mouth to tell her, but nothing comes out.
“Q?” She pulls away, then turns around so she’s positioned on her knees between my legs. ”Is everything okay?”
I will never be okay. I’ll never go back to being the person I was. You’re already changing me. Out loud, I say, “Why wouldn’t I be?” I manage a smirk. “I was simply thinking how I can’t wait to fuck your arse.”
She flushes, then firms her lips. “I want to believe you, but something in your eyes tells me it’s more than that.”
She searches my features again, and I resist the urge to look away. This woman sees me, and it strikes a chord of fear in my heart. I feel like I've bared my soul to her. Another first.
It's taken a woman less than half my age to bring me to heel. She’s one of the most caring women I’ve ever met. Someone who feels responsible for her family and lives up to those expectations of herself. Felix’s mother destroyed my faith in humanity when she left her child, but my wife is beginning to restore it, brick by brick.
“Baby”—I cup her cheek—“you’re one of the few people who sees through my bullshit.”