Page 131 of Some Like It Hot

Blake gives me a smile as he drops his pants. “See anything you like?” he asks, mimicking my earlier words.

I laugh softly. “Yes. My handsome husband.”

It’s meant to be tongue-in-cheek. To let him know I’m sticking to the plan.

But it has a different effect than I’m expecting.

“Fuck, Sugar.” Then he’s down on the bed, pressing into my thighs with a firm grip before sinking his tongue deep inside me.

“Oh, God! I wasn’t expecting that!”

Then I can’t breathe as he gets busy, nipping and sucking and licking me, taking full advantage of my newly purchased just-for-him panties. Falling back onto my bed, I decide to let go and just enjoy the attention.

He’s giving soft moans of pleasure. “You taste so fucking good, Elise. God, I love?—”

My heart almost stops.

But then he finishes his sentence.

“—your pussy.”

That makes me annoyed with myself all over again.

Blake is not going to confess love to me with his tongue buried in my thighs.

Then he sucks on my clit and my mind blissfully empties. It’s just him and me and a blinding hot orgasm that washes over me like a riptide.

Closing my eyes, I thrash and grip the sheets, shudders wracking my body.

Blake draws back and takes the corner of my panties and rips them, snapping first one side of the string, then the other. His strength and clear need for me has me eager for more. I shove the cups of my bra down and he immediately pulls my nipples into his mouth as he settles his weight over me.

“Hard or soft?” he murmurs, as his thick cock nudges against my very wet entrance.

I spread my legs wider and tell him emphatically, “Hard.”

“That’s my girl.”

Then he thrusts inside me with a powerful burst that knocks the wind right out of my chest. I can barely recover before he’s slamming into me over and over, his powerful biceps entrapping me between his arms, his muscular thighs giving him maximum speed.

I’m a mess of ecstasy and bouncing, trembling thighs, frantic thoughts and head-pounding pleasure.

Blake doesn’t stop when my head hits the headboard and I don’t care. The small amount of pain only seems fitting, only adds to the all-consuming intensity of what is happening between us.

He yanks my hip up higher and then he pauses, buried deep, and yells out, “Fuck, Elise, baby!”

I know the feeling.

I’m shattering apart, raking my nails down his back, yelling what may or may not be actual words, I’m not even sure. Maybe I’m not even breathing. I have no idea.

I’m certainly not thinking.

I’m just being destroyed and I fucking love it and him with all my heart.

Until my orgasm is over and he’s crushing me and I realize there is no coming back from this.

I can’t undo loving Blake and I don’t want to.

My tongue is three sizes too big in my mouth and I try to swallow.

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