Page 152 of Big Dick Energy

I’m not done with you.

He didn’t say it, but I heard it. I felt it.

I pushed myself up, my body feeling both heavy with satisfaction and light with renewed desire. The rose petals stuck to our damp skin. I looked down at him, my husband, sprawled across our bed. He was a feast, and I was starving.

“My turn to lead,” I said, my voice husky.

His eyebrow quirked, a silent question.

I slid off the bed, my legs unsteady, and took his hand. I didn’t pull him toward the door. I pulled him toward the open balcony door, where the deep indigo night and the whisper of the vineyard awaited.

“Vina?” he asked, though he was already following, his larger hand engulfing mine.

“You’ve had me in here,” I said, leading him across the threshold onto the cool stone of the balcony. The night air was a shock against my heated skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and making my nipples peak into tight, sensitive buds. “I want you out here.”

The view was breathtaking. The vineyard stretched out in front of us under a canopy of stars, the distant, twinkling lights of the reception venue barely visible through the trees.

I turned to face him, my back to the railing. The cool stone bit into my skin. I reached for him, pulling him against me, and his heat enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chill at my back. “I want to feel the night air on my skin while my husband fucks me.”

A low, guttural sound ripped from his throat as his hands landed on my hips, his grip almost bruising. “Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Promise?” I whispered, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip.

He answered me with a kiss that was all-consuming fire, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his hands slid down to grip the backs of my thighs. In one fluid, powerful motion, he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My back met the rough, cool stone of the railing.

The world dropped away behind me. There was only the solid strength of him holding me up and the vast, star-dusted emptiness at my back. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged pants that misted in the cool air. His eyes burned into mine. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to take me. Right here. Where anyone could see.”

His grip tightened. “No one’s seeing this but me. This is all for me.” He lowered me slowly, my body sliding down his until my feet touched the ground. He spun me around, my hands landing on the wide top of the stone railing. The world tilted, the vineyard swaying below me. He pressed his big, warm body against my back, his cock a hard, insistent pressure against the cleft of my ass.

Oh god.

His mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, sucking a mark into my skin that I knew would be there tomorrow. A brand. His hands smoothed over my hips, my waist, then came around to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I was whimpering, pushing back against him.

“So eager,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. One hand slid down my stomach and found my clit. I jerked against the railing, a sharp cry escaping me as his fingers circled the hyper-sensitive nub. “So wet for me already. Again.”

“You… you ruin me,” I managed to gasp, my knuckles white where I gripped the stone.

“I worship you,” he corrected, his fingers sliding lower, dipping inside me, making my inner muscles clench around nothing. “And right now, I’m going to worship you from behind.”

He knelt. Just like he had in the bedroom. But this was different. The cool night air washed over my exposed skin, and then his hot mouth was on me, his tongue licking a long, slow stroke through my pussy.

I cried out, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet night. My head dropped between my shoulders. His hands spread me open for his mouth, his tongue delving deep, flicking and sucking with a focused intensity that had my legs trembling.

“Dallas… I can’t… I’m going to…” The climax was building too fast, a dizzying crescendo sparked by the contrast of the cool air, the rough stone under my hands, and the searing heat of his mouth.

He didn’t let up. He drove me over the edge with a ruthless expertise, his tongue working my clit in tight, rapid circles as two fingers thrust deep inside me, curling perfectly. I came with a shattered moan, my body convulsing against his mouth, my vision spotting as I gripped the railing for dear life. He drew it out, drinking every last spasm until I was limp, supported only by his arm wrapped around me.

He rose, his body molding to my back again. I felt the blunt, slick head of his cock nudge against my entrance. I was so sensitive, so utterly spent, yet the feel of him there had a fresh wave of liquid heat pooling inside me.

“Look,” he commanded, his voice rough in my ear. He nudged my chin, forcing my gaze out over the railing, across the dark, sleeping vineyard. “Look at where you are while I take my wife.”