Page 29 of The Marriage Rebound

Because I wanted to watch her get to work, I propped up on my elbows. Sasha flipped her hair to the side, winked at me, then spread my legs and got down to business. The first pass made me shiver. The second had me groaning a low “Fuck.”

The sensation of her warm breath against my clit when she blew drew a shuddered breath from me. Again, she peeked up at me, a sultry grin on her face as she licked her lips.

“Damn, baby, you are fuckin’ gorgeous.”

She blew me a kiss, then went back to giving me head so good my head lolled and I flopped back down. Sasha closed her lips around my clit, and I squeezed my eyes shut so tight I saw stars. With the way she had me writhing, I knew I was going to end up with carpet burn and didn’t give a damn. She worked me over with her mouth and fingers until I was sure my soul was leaving my body.

My delightful wife did a final swipe of her tongue along my pussy, causing me to shiver. “Fuck, Sash.”

She kissed the inside of my thigh. “Oh, you think I’m done?” She wore a devilish smirk, and her face glistened with me—it was sexy as hell. And this take-charge side of her had me even more turned on than I thought possible considering the nut I’d just had.

My breathing was still ragged, and I could feel every beat of my heart as I struggled to prop myself up in time to see her open the small case from earlier. We had plenty of toys, but this one was new. Astonished, and maybe a little confused, I watch as my wife slid the light purple tongue over her own.

“Um, baby?”

She arched a brow in response while wagging a finger at me. Rising onto her knees, she leaned forward and pressed against my shoulders to push me back. Satisfied, Sasha repositioned herself between my legs, shoving them open wider. My body still buzzed with the energy of the orgasm she’d given me, but the added anticipation of what was to come had me nearly coming out of my skin. Sasha pressed down on the toy in her mouth, and I held my breath.

“Fuck!” I ground out, gripping onto the pillow for dear life when the vibrating tongue made contact with my already primed cunt.

When Sasha licked up to concentrate the vibrations on my clit, I clamped my thighs against her head. The sensations were too much. The wicked woman chuckled as she simply pried my legs open then proceeded to fuck me thoroughly with her tongue. I was so wet for her, I could feel it dripping between my ass cheeks as she had me splayed open.

That contraption she wore had ridges and penetrated me just enough. The combination was the perfect thickness, like being three knuckles deep. Add in the low vibration and her steady rhythmic strokes, and I was putty in her hands.

I couldn’t catch my breath. My senses were overloaded. And my wife was relentless. Sasha’s grip was tight, her nails dug into my skin as my thighs began to shake. I was being consumed in the best way. There was no fighting it, not that I wanted to. All thought evaporated. My back arched, and my entire body tensed as the most intense orgasm seized control.

It wasn’t until I curled into a ball that my wife finally gave me reprieve. Everything was sensitive. Even the carpet making contact made me shudder from the stimulation.

“You good, baby?”

I could only nod. She had put it on me, I give her that. She put it on me good. As I returned to the earthly plane and had gathered myself somewhat, I rolled onto my back. Sasha lay there waiting, clammy and damp like me, and once my limbs were no longer jelly a shower was in order.

Sasha linked her fingers with mine, pressing closer. “I love you, Court.”

I closed my eyes and sighed softly before finding the strength to turn and place a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you too.”

Chapter 13

Sasha

I slid a few options along the bar, trying to figure out what to wear to dinner. I pulled the satin fuchsia jumpsuit from the rack, holding it to my body as I checked it against my reflection in the full-length mirror. I loved the color of the material and the feel of it against my skin. The deep V in the front showed off the girls beautifully. And the high banded waist accentuated the curve of my hips. The pleated texture added to the overall flowy nature of the design. I liked it. And I loved how I looked in it.

However, the downside to wearing a jumpsuit was the issue of bathroom usage. I definitely tried to limit my liquid intake when I wore it because trying to go pee was always a pain in the ass. So, as much as I knew I would look good as hell in this outfit, it was not the right one for tonight.

“You still not dressed?” Courtney asked as she entered the room and leaned against the doorway of the walk-in closet. The oversized space had been a major selling feature for me when we toured this place. It was nearly the size of one of the secondary bedrooms. The built-in dresser in the center, along with the small nook where I was able to put my mirror and a bench, had sealed the deal.

“I can’t figure out what to wear.”

“It’s dinner with the group, nothing you haven’t done plenty of times before.”

“I’m aware, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna throw on any ol’ thang. Can’t be caught out lookin’ crazy. I don’t know why you don’t get that.”

She rolled her neck and let out an audible exhale. “I do. I do. Just, could you do it a little quicker? I don’t wanna be too late.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to sliding items around, looking for what, I wasn’t sure. “I should have gotten somethin’ new. Why didn’t I go shoppin’?”

I was talking mostly to myself, but the laugh that Courtney let out made me look back over my shoulder at her.

She pushed off the frame and entered the large space. “Something new for what?” She pulled out some of the items with the tags still attached. “You still have stuff that you haven’t even worn. Why don’t you put on one of these?”