Page 73 of Where We Promise

“Jamie. Oh my god!” My eyes were shut tight; my fingers fastened to my nipples. We had no lights on in the hotel suite, so as the light from outside dimmed, so did the light inside, but it was slightly perfect because it meant no one would see us.

I was on a cloud; a wave of perfection was cutting into me as I moaned and moaned. His tongue was perfect, his kisses languid and slow. Messy and wet. He’d added in two more fingers, and I was about to completely combust.

“Perfect, Penelope. So goddamn perfect. And mine. You have my name on your lips as you’re coming apart, my tongue in your cunt, my fingers as you clench around me. Now let go and come, I want to see you drip onto this table.”

I did. A harsh and unyielding rush of joy slammed into me as I came apart, screaming his name. I had never felt like this before, never felt so high, with my chest practically open—soaking in the feel of him.

“That’s it, fuck,” he growled, using his finger he tugged the upper part of my center, which forced my release to bead and drip down my slit. “You made a mess of the table, Mrs. King. I suggest you come and clean it up.”

God, I was so hot, I felt like my insides were on fire. He was up, hovering over me with a feral gleam in his eye. He slid his hands under my knees and behind my back until I was in his arms, then we walked back to his chair where he gently arranged me in his lap. I was facing the table, directly in front of the mess I’d made.

“If you weren’t pregnant right now, I would have made you crawl to me, but this works just as well.” His hands gathered my long hair in a light grip, and then he whispered in my ear, “now lick it up like a good wife.”

Fuck, the mouth on him was a devastating discovery. How on earth would I ever have regular sex after this? No one had ever stirred my emotions or my nerves in such a way that I was soaking from mere syllables.

I leaned forward and lowered my face, while he held my hair in his fist, and with an exaggerated move, licked up the small mess on the table.

“Turn around and let me taste it on your lips.”

Straightening in his lap, where I felt his hard length under me, I twisted. My eyes dropped to his, seeing the desire there, and my stomach flipped.

Releasing my hair his hand moved to my chin, where he pulled me closer until my mouth was on his and with my release still in my mouth, I opened for him. He let out a moan as his tongue slipped inside my mouth and licked me clean. Our kiss became urgent as he moved with me, tilting my head and cupping my breast with his massive hands. My nipples were gently tugged and tweaked, which had me squirming over his hardness.

When we finally broke apart, I smiled at him. “What else would you like to do with me, husband?”

Dark eyes met mine while he slowly got to his feet.

“Endless things, I’d need to keep you forever in order to fulfill every fantasy.” His whisper was a heated confession spoken against my lips as he pulled me down by the neck to meet his kiss.

“But for now...” He cradled me in his arms again, getting to his feet and walked over to the couch, where he set me down gently against the leather. “Sit there and let me see that pretty pink tongue.”

I watched as he stood in front of me, and pulled the button of his jeans and let them hang loose on his hips. I saw his black boxer briefs, and the tattoo I was so curious about, but then those were lowered too, and his cock was pulled out.

Gloriously long, thick and hard. The purple head wept with clear cum, which only increased as his fist cradled the veiny length and pulled back. He stroked his cock while watching me, which had me moving my hands to my breasts, toying with them while his fist flicked faster and faster.

“I’m about to cover your face in cum. I suggest you close your eyes, Mrs. King, and keep that tongue out so you can taste what you do to me.”

I kept my eyes open, letting my mouth hang, and my tongue drop out.

“Fuck.” He groaned while seizing himself in a death grip, while ribbons began coating my face, my tongue and lashes. I blinked quickly to avoid any getting in my eye, but most of it landed in my mouth, against my waiting tastebuds. Pinching my nipples, I ached for him to release himself over my chest, so I could rub the mess into my skin, like a fucking brand.

Jameson stroked my hair, hissing while he used his other hand to smear around the mess on my face.

“I never thought it would be like this,” he whispered, staring down at me.

Even knowing I was covered in his release, I smiled up at him and asked, “like what?”

“Perfect.”

He didn’t fuck me.

Not after making me come two more times using his fingers and tongue. I was so exhausted by the last one that I actually fell asleep. I must have dozed for an hour or so when Jamie woke me up with a soft kiss explaining that we were going to dinner.

I’d bought a nice flowy maxi dress that would work, especially if I did up my hair and makeup. He was dressed in a nice white shirt, with slacks, and my eyes kept dropping to his shoes. They were shiny and brown, and looked like Jameson could have easily just stepped out of a classroom. I wanted him to roll his sleeves up, but I knew he wanted to look nice for the dinner, so I let it go.

An hour later, we were being driven by an Uber to a little rooftop bar. The elevator shot us out onto what I had expected to be a bustling area with the fire tables, twinkling lights and sprawling city scape below, but only a few servers were standing there, along with the bartender.

“Mr. and Mrs. King, welcome, your table is ready.” One of the servers led us to a small table that was in the center of at least three fire tables and two tall heaters, which held off the winter chill. We were given water, and explained the specials, and then left alone.

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