Not wanting to waste another second, my hands slide over to my wife’s body and I lay her on top of me.
“I’m going to need you to sit on my face.” I growl out as my lips meet hers.
She taste as sweet as the first time I had her and I will never get tired of it.
Her tongue swipes against mine before she put some space between us. “I can’t sit on your face.”
I growl out for a different type of reason. “Sweet Ella, when I say to sit on my face, I don’t mean it as a question.” My hands travel down her body, until they meet her ass and move her up my torso. “It’s a damn order. I am your boss after all. So what I say goes. Now sit that pretty pussy on my face and enjoy it.”
“So damn commanding.” She says with an eye roll but the smirk she wears gives her away.
I’ll show her commanding when com Monday morning, I make her get on her knees in my office and gag on my cock as I get on a conference call.
But I don’t tell her that. Instead I take her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Sit on my face already. You’re back facing the headboard.”
She follows order this time after swiftly sliding off the silk sleep shorts I bought for her when we first got married.
Next to the dresses and the skirts that from around her ass whether she wears heals or not, these sleeping shorts are my favorite.
With a look of uncertainty, Ella gets back on the bed and straddles my chest. The girl looks tense, like she has never done this before. My chest jolts at the thought of being the first face she sits on.
“Scoot back, baby.” She does as I say and the sight of her ass in my face is the best cure for any nightmare.
But she doesn’t slide back enough, so I slide my hands around her thighs and bring her within an inch of my mouth.
A yelp leaves her at the rapid movement, but then it’s quickly replaced by a moan when my mouth meets her bare pussy.
A hum leaves me as I slide my tongue through her folds. Her pussy is just as sweet as her mouth and I will never get enough at it.
With my hand gripping her thighs, I move Ella’s body so that she grind herself against me, covering my face with her scent and taste.
I slide my one of my hands forward to meet her clit, and the movement is just enough for Ella’s body to fall forward and have her rest against my stomach.
Before pulling away ever so slightly, I take a bite of her ass.
“If you want to be a good wife, I would take my cock out and put it in your mouth.”
She lets out a moan, and runs her nails along the outline of my dick, causing my leg to shake just a bit.
“You should know by know that I’m always a good wife and follow orders.” The words are sultry and I’m sure if I was looking into her eyes right about now, they would be gleaming.
All thoughts leave my mind the second that she pushes my boxers down and her mouth wraps around me.
For a few minutes, the room fills with moans, hums, slurps, and praises. As my tongue slides into Ella’s entrance, I feel her getting closer to the brink of explosion. With the way her mouth and hands are working me, I’m getting close too, but I need her to come first before I paint all over her tongue.
“I fucking love the way you taste. It’s going to be stuck in my head forever.” I say abasing her entrance, trying to ignore the way her tongue is swirling around the head of my cock.
“I feel the same way about your cock,” she moans out when I insert a finger into her tight pussy. “It stretches me perfectly.”
I’m about to ask if it’s her mouth or her pussy that she is talking about, but the question disappears when I feel the head hit the back of her throat. She’s too fucking good at that and I can’t take it anymore. I’m too close in releasing everything that I have. She has to come first.
Even though I’d rather stay in her mouth forever, I slide a hand up to her hair and pull her off my cock until all of her weight is on my face and I a feast as if I were a dying man.
Her arms stretch back until she is holding on to the headboard, giving her body the perfect arch and have the best meal of my life.
“Bennett, oh god. I’m right there.”