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“Thiago, please—”
“Close them.” His voice is harsh, gravelly, and I’m close to begging him to take me here when he places two fingers over my lids. The world darkens a bit behind my eyelids, the sun’s rays making the flesh a bit red, but before the kaleidoscope begins to swirl from the lighting effect, I feel his hot breath against my heat.
His lips are against my clit. His inhale and exhale are making me throb, and just when I’m about to complain, he bites my mound over the lace.
“Oh, fuck me,” I cry out, feeling sensitive, like a shock of electricity kisses my clit, and every erogenous nerve ending pulses. One touch. Just one and I’m slick, thighs trembling while the cocky bastard chuckles at my state.
I don’t dare open my eyes.
I can’t look down and not react.
Not that my husband gives me a chance to as my underwear are gripped from behind and pulled, rubbing harshly against the swollen flesh of my pussy. He holds the fabric tight in his grip, digging it in to the point I hiss out, and the feel of his tongue licking my inner thighs pulls another rush of wetness from me.
Thiago groans at this. His nose nuzzles my right leg at the crease where my thigh and core meet. “You smell delicious, Luna. Like my favorite dessert.”
“Papi, don’t...oh fuck!” I cry out, shooting out both hands to grab his hair—I tug at the soft strands to find my balance. He tore the lace bottoms from my body, the tattered fabric now lying at the ankle of my left foot while my right thigh is over his shoulder.
I’m open to him. At his mercy, and he loves it.
For as much as Thiago loves to romance me, he likes to dominate me in bed. To make me his plaything.
“So pretty,” he says, his warm breath sweeping across my wet labia before warm lips lay a tiny kiss on each. It’s a sweet gesture that contradicts his possessive hold on my thigh, the way he rubs the five o’clock shadow on his chin across my clit and lower. “So soft.”
I’m not given a chance to respond—to take in a breath—when his face is pressed against me and his mouth takes the first long lick. From clit to entrance, Thiago tastes me and then the animal I know and love takes over.
He’s no longer calm. Now he’s all instinct and urgency; I will gladly pay the price for his hunger every day for the rest of my life. My husband’s grip on my thigh hardens and my eyes flash open, meeting his hooded ones.
Lips at my clit, he suckles the bundle of nerves before flicking my wet flesh. “I want you to watch me eat this pretty little cunt.” My walls clench at his dirty mouth, and he smirks before nipping my lips. “I want you to bathe me, Luna. I want you to give me what’s always been mine.”
“All of me belongs to you.”
“My perfect girl. My wife.” Thiago’s words are reverent, full of so much love and devotion that my heart clenches. I want to throw myself in his arms and kiss him—show him that my feelings for him are just as insane and deep, but before I can, the pleasure only he can give overtakes me.
I’m drowning in ecstasy. I’m lost to him.
And he’s rabid with desire. Consumed by lust and on the second pass of his tongue across my slit, one of his large hands smacks my backside. The sting is sharp and sends a pleasurable jolt throughout my limbs.
I’m shaking in his hold as a rush of wetness seeps from the tiny hole he’s licking and coats his chin. Another smack to the opposite asscheek and my hips gyrate as I push myself against his tongue and ride it.
His grunt of approval spurns me on.
His heavy-lidded eyes make me forget the world around us, and I give in. To our perversity. To our greedy need.
My right hand leaves his hair and I undo my bra, unclamping the front clasp. The salty fresh air greets my already hard nipples, my breasts feeling heavy, and I pull the right tip just as Thiago’s teeth scrape across the hood of my clit.
“So close,” I whimper, a keening sound that drives him wild. Makes his touch more demanding, almost angry, and my walls clench. “Make me come, Thiago. Please...oh fuck!”
His teeth embed in my mound and I’m screaming, shaking as the first wave crashes into me. It’s harsh. Unstoppable. And then I’m in tears, begging him to let go only to fight to keep upright.
His tongue is merciless, licking me without control and only pausing briefly at my entrance to dip inside and then start over again. I’m tender. I’m still coming when he pauses and lays a final kiss on my swollen bundle of nerves.
With his chin on my mound, Thiago smiles. It’s an easygoing one, almost boyish. “So beautiful.” Heat blooms across my cheeks then, giving away how much two simple words from those full lips affect me. I still blush for him in moments like these.
After everything we’ve done together.
What we’ve fought through.
I’m still that girl he met in junior high and claimed after only exchanging a handful of words.
