Page 40 of Pucks and Coffee

Now I have to make up for it.

I just can’t touch her. I touch that pretty pussy, and I won’t stop.

I’d devour her.

Whole.

A tremor rushes down my spine, and my cock hardens to steel as I take in her glistening center. Her thighs are milky, thick, and…fuck if I don’t want to run my tongue along every dip and curve. Her pussy, though… Jesus Lord, help me. Her dark curls are wet with desire, her lips swollen, and the nub I want to nibble on is just begging for that. It takes every ounce of self-control not to lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth. I want to slide my fingers inside her entrance and relish the feel of her slick heat entrapping me.

I’m not gonna make it.

My mouth is so dry, it’s basically the Sahara Desert. I pull my gaze from her center and meet her wanton eyes. Such desire, such heat, burn in her gaze. She wants me just as badly as I want her. Taking her, though, would only hurt her more in the end. Maybe I can keep her from falling for me if I’m not physical with her. I know if I allowed myself to do what I want with her body, her heart would follow. And just like her family assumes, she’d break. I have to be gentle not to smash her heart. I have to restrain myself.

I don’t want to.

But I will.

With shaky hands, I reach forward and grab her wrist. She watches me as I lift her hand, placing the vibrator in between her fingers and clicking it on. The buzz fills the room, her breath catching as I let go and back away from her outstretched body. My heart is pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing as I lean on my knees, my eyes only on her. She licks her lips, and everything fades away but her stunning body on display for me.

I can do this.

I can make my wife come.

I just hope I can walk away once she does.

My voice is strained as I say, “Open your lips and slide the vibrator through all that sexy slickness.”

I can’t breathe as her eyes stay on me, and slowly, she opens herself, her pussy so fucking wet as she drags the vibrator over her swollen center. I fight back a moan at the sight, and when the tip reaches her clit, she arches her back, a cry leaving her lips. I want to smack the vibrator away, replacing it with my mouth, because I want her to make that noise because of my doing. Not some fucking toy. What was I thinking? I’m a fucking idiot!

My whole body is tense as I grind my teeth, willing myself not to move. “That’s a good wife. Slide it inside that hot hole for me.”

A moan fills the room as she does it, the vibrator disappearing into her heat as her back arches even more. She slides it out and then back in, making my heart slam so hard against my ribs, my vision is shaky. “That’s it,” I praise. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

She moans loudly, and it’s almost my undoing. “Coleson, please.”

“Ah fuck, Wife, you’re a fucking dream,” I mutter, watching as she fucks herself. “Touch your titty for me.” With one hand, she pulls down the neckline of her dress, and I find she’s not wearing a bra. “My, my, you naughty little thing. No bra?”

“No,” she groans as she rolls her nipple between her fingers. “Please, Coleson. Please.”

“You’re nearly there,” I say, swallowing hard. “Move the vibrator out and give that clit some love. Imagine it’s my mouth.”

“I want your mouth,” she groans, fucking herself faster with the vibrator. “Please.”

I battle with myself, and I almost give in to my desire as she continues to do what I want to do to her. “I can’t. I won’t stop at just licking you,” I bite out.

“I want you. Now.”

“Wife,” I warn, my restraint wavering. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Her hand stops, and she meets my gaze. “I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I do,” she insists, her eyes narrowing as she holds my gaze. “I want my husband to fuck me.”

Her words scare the living shit out of me, and all I can do is pant as I stay locked in her gaze. It’s as if I can feel my self-control snap inside me, and I can’t hold back. I drop onto the bed before her, taking her by the backs of the knees and dragging her to the edge of the mattress. She lets out a cry of surprise, but when I yank the vibrator out of her, she moans loudly. I throw it to the side, hearing it hit something before the buzzing stops. I can’t even worry about it, though, because then I cover her pussy with my mouth. Her taste is beyond anything I’ve ever tasted in my life. So sweet and so completely mine. I lap at her wetness, making sure not to miss a single spot as she cries out, her back arching as she grabs ahold of her breasts.

When I’ve tasted every single inch of her, I curve my tongue along her clit, and I’m rewarded with a throaty moan that makes my cock so much harder, it’s painful. I open her sweet lips with my thumb and forefinger and then slide my other two fingers into her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, they slide home, and her walls trap my fingers. Fucking hell, she’s tight. I groan against her pussy, the thought of her squeezing and milking my cock sending me into a frenzy. I curve my fingers and slide them up until I find her G-spot, and then I’m ruthless. I fuck her with my fingers, hitting the spot that has her squirming under me as I flick my tongue along her clit.

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