Page 16 of Burning Your Lies

Deciding for him, I unclasp the bra and let it drop to the ground. Then I bend over, hook my fingers into the waistband, and pull the last of modesty down my legs.

“Come and serve me my drink,” he orders.

My legs clench as a pool forms between them. With a grin, I turn around and prowl towards him. “I believe you owe me something first.” I look down at the garter.

With a devilish smile, he gets on his knees and hooks his teeth into the fabric. The wild look in his eyes, combined with the sight of him on his knees, has me holding onto the bed poster. He drags the material achingly slow down my legs. As he works his way back up, his beard tickles my skin. He places a feather-like kiss on my inner thigh and inhales. “You smelldivine.”

Unable to take the teasing anymore, I say, “Get on the bed.” I straddle his face. “I hope you’re thirsty because I’ve bought you an ocean to quench it.” And with that, I lower myself until his tongue meets my pussy. The sound I emit should horrify me, yet I can’t help but revel in the pleasure of being touched there again.

His tongue darts into my opening and collects my arousal before travelling up and flicking against my clit. When Huxley gently sucks on it, my hands grip his hair and I grind against his face.

“That feels so fucking…” I yelp when he smacks my ass. “Just like that. Oh, my god.” He playfully bites my clit. “Hux!”

He chuckles, but only for a second before his tongue isinsideme, as deep as it can go. His burly arms wrap around my thighs, stopping me from moving.

“I’m almost there. Oh god … I’m going to come.” My hips buck as the most intense orgasm rolls through me. I’m moaning. I’m screaming. I’m riding his face like my life depends on it. And then, I’m collapsing on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

Huxley licks his lips. “I need to fuck you. Come here.” He doesn’t wait for me to move, already pulling me towards the end of the bed. “Spread your legs and bend them at your knees.” His clothes are on the floor in the blink of an eye, and I’m suddenly staring at his hard cock. He strokes the tip as he stares at me, spread open for him. “That pussy is so swollen. And sowet.”

My fingers crawl down my torso to between my legs. My arousal covers my fingers before I can even insert them. As I fuck my own fingers, I groan. “It’s been so long, I can barely fit two fingers inside.” I tease myself. “Stretch me with your big cock. Fuck me until I can feel you in my stomach.” I’ve missed this intensity. I’ve missed feeling this alive. I’ve missed having someone look at me like I am worth it.

Huxley spreads my legs as far apart as he can. He runs the tip of his cock along my slit before rubbing it against my clit, back and forth. Then he stops at my opening. “This is going to feel so good.”

I grin at him. “Are you ready?”

His answer is to ease slowly into me. My gasp is swallowed by his mouth on mine. He kisses me hard as he pushes further into me. “It’s so tight,” he moans. “Let me in,” he begs.

I watch as his eyes close in pleasure. “I’m not pushing you out,” I say in amusement. Wanting to feel him, I try sitting up. “Let me fuck you.”

He pushes me back down. “Give me a second.” His fingers spread me apart and then he’s pushing deeper inside. “It’s so fucking tight, sweetheart.” He looks down at where our bodies are joined. “You look so good taking my cock like that. Your pussy looks fucking perfect, stretched by my cock.” Grabbing my hips, he slams his length into me and stills.

I rock my hips up and down, needing some stimulation, but Huxley stops me.

“Give me a moment.” His eyes are closed again as he gasps. The veins in his neck are throbbing. His eyes are closed and his nails imbedded into my hips.

His shaft is throbbing inside me. “What’s wrong?”

“I can feel it all. It’s so fuckingtight.” He pulls out a little. “Wet.” He pushes back in. “Warm.” He pulls out again. “So fucking warm.” He slams into me. And then Huxley fucks me like he means it. The muscles in his shoulders and arm flex as he pounds me into the mattress.

My wetness drip between my ass cheeks because there is nothing sexier than watching my husband lose himself to sensual bliss because of me. His eyes don’t stop moving, unable to decide what he wants to look at as he fucks me like he knows I’m only his. My index finger and thumb pinch my nipples.

Huxley presses his body against mine, before pulling one into his mouth. “Pregnancy did wonders for your body,” he compliments. His teeth clamp onto one of my nipples. “I want to fuck your tits.”

My fingers pull at his hair. My legs wrap around his waist. “You can do whatever you want to me. This body is yours.”

The room is filled with a symphony of moans. The bed shakes under the brunt of our assault. Huxley’s filthy promises of what he’s going to do to me have my legs tightening around his waist.

“You took that pill, right?” he asks between grunts.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“It’s working?”

I can only manage an incoherent mumble.

He slams into me. “Good, because I’m about to come inside you and your sweet pussy is going to take it all. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you take all this cum I’m about to fill you with?”

His hand wraps around my neck as he kisses me. His tongue fights for dominance and when I let him win, he becomes sloppyand lets out the most ungodly groan I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

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