Page 65 of Where We Ended

“Tell me.” She tugged harder on my hair until I was turning to look at her.

I turned and spread her thighs apart, then shoved her dress up until she was just sitting before me in her brown boots, and the tiny scrap of pink fabric covering her pussy.

“I know what I don’t want.”

Her hands cupped my jaw as I stroked up and down her thighs.

“What’s that?” she breathed, nearly on a whisper as my thumbs traveled up to where the edge of her underwear met her thigh.

“I don’t want you to lie to me, or tell me things are okay, even when they aren’t.” Not looking up, I pressed a kiss to her knee as I pulled her waist closer.

“I don’t lie to you, Silas.” Her whisper cut through me as a rogue breeze swept over us.

She did though, I could feel it. I just didn’t know how or why.

“So you promise everything is okay?”

She was spread deliciously wide, her legs cradling my chest as my face hovered low, near her stomach.

Her hands wound through my hair, dragging me closer to where she was likely soaking the fabric.

“I promise. Now are you going to tease me, or do you have plans for me?”

The pad of my thumb brushed over her slit, forcing out a hiss.

I smiled and pushed against her stomach. “Lean back.”

Natty complied, which had her hair fanning out over the windshield. I looked up, piecing every inch of her to memory, and then I leaned in and pulled the fabric covering her pussy to the side and then gently pried her open with my tongue.

She tasted how she always did. Sweet, intoxicating and completely mine.

With a guttural groan, I gripped under her legs and pulled her closer until her ass was nearly hanging off the hood. Then I buried my tongue into her heat, sucking and licking until she began writhing against my face.

This was where her and I existed in the most perfect rhythm.

Loving her, tasting her and owning her, it was the only drug I’d ever allow myself to become addicted to.

“Silas,” Natty moaned as loud as she wanted, giving her happiness to the stars. Her hips rotated, making a slick sound as my tongue ravished her cunt. I pushed back on her thighs, spreading her wider, and then I stood staring down at her like a crazed man.

The cold air hit her exposed center, her legs pushed up, so all of her was bared to me.

Her head lifted, likely in question, but I gently pushed three fingers into her and groaned.

“Let the stars see you, Caelum. Let the heavens witness how depraved and fucked I am to take you out here, right where all of them can bear witness to my obsession. I’m nothing but darkness, and I’ll continue to steal your light for as long as you have air in your lungs and you carry my heart within your chest.”

I tugged the button on my jeans, and pushed them down just enough to release my cock.

My wife tried to close her legs, but I held them open.

“You’re going to take my cock, Natty. You’re going to keep these legs open and let me fuck you so hard that it’ll take you a few days to even close them properly.”

She wheezed something incoherent, but I didn’t wait; I pulled her down against my thickness, engorged to the point of pain and let out a groan.

“More.”

I nodded, trying to breathe through not coming already and then I moved, slowly pulling out and sliding back inside my wife’s tight heat.

Her back lifted from the hood, her hair swayed in the breeze and her tight pussy clenched around my heavy erection.

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