Page 102 of When Night Falls

God, the need that plagues me of having my skin between his teeth is what ultimately leads me to trail my fingers down my abdomen and beneath the lacy red thong I wore just for him.

He dips his head down to look between us right as I slip beneath the fabric and press my middle finger against the spot I need him most.

"Is that where you want me?" His tone digs deep into my soul as vibrations burst through me, needing him to fill every void.

My teeth firmly hold my lip hostage as I whimper a pathetic hum to indicate approval.

He moves his body down a bit, his lips leaving my neck and traveling to the curvature of my breast. He lets his lips whisper sweet kisses against my pebbled skin before he slips his tongue out and over the rosy peak of my nipple.

"Oh," I moan. The cool air invades my sensitive skin before his warm tongue laps at it again in slow circular motions. He brings a hand up to cup my other breast and allows his thumb to mimic his tongue on my other nipple.

I buck my hips into him, my finger still placed over my clit but unmoving as I am trapped under his body.

"Greedy little thing my wife is. Be patient, baby. We have all night to make this little body of yours feel so fucking spent." He lets go of my nipple to let the words fall from his wet lips, only creating more of a puddle out of me than I already am.

He furthers his perusal, trailing his kisses to under the curve of my breasts, then down to my belly button. He's so close to just below my navel that I moan, feeling the heat of his kisses sear into my soul. He still has one of my breasts locked in his hold, but he uses his other hand to remove my finger from under my panties and he slips it into his mouth.

"Fuck, you taste like the sin that you are, Lucynda. You know that?" He looks up at me and I spiral. His eyes are dark again, the little tendrils of smoke swirl around his blackened irises and I can see the same smoky curls of desire form on the skin around his eyes as well.

"Rivian," I plead, needing relief from this torment he's subjecting me to.

Finally, he uses a finger to slide my panties to the side and leans in to press a kiss against my aching clit.

"Fuck," I shout, not knowing how to control the hunger raging inside me. I need him.

Everywhere.

He licks down the seam of my pussy, from my clit then down to my entrance and I push against him, needing him to know that I am desperate for him.

"Cyn, you need to calm down, baby. I'll get there, okay? I have to make sure you're ready to take me. So relax, Wife." His words do the opposite of what he was attempting. Chaos strikes my body, feeling every inch light with need to have his hands touch me, hold me, capture me.

But I do my best to listen to my husband and relax against the bed to allow him to do what he needs.

Rivian uses his tongue to push against my clit, likely to distract me from his finger hovering over my wet entrance, but I feel him there. I feel every little flutter against my skin as he pushes inside me but only to the first knuckle. I gasp. God, it feels so good.

He may have caught me in a lie that I've never touched myself before or that I've never made myself come, but other than Rivian, nothing or no one has ever been inside me, not even myself. I've mostly gotten off by clitoral stimulation, so his intrusion yet again has my body flying off the handle with overwhelming pleasure.

He starts to sink his finger deeper inside of me and I can't hide the fear that overcomes me.

"Riv," I gasp, and he looks up at me, his mouth wet from my arousal.

"Don't worry, Cyn. I won't break you. Not yet." His devious smile chills me to my bones before he returns to his endeavor of sucking on my clit.

I feel pressure as he pushes deep but then he stops and curls his finger upward right as he presses his tongue against my sensitive bud and the gesture of both has me moaning. "Fuck," I praise as he chuckles against my skin.

He removes his hand that still holds my breast to hold my underwear aside while he uses his other hand to solely focus on bringing me pleasure.

"Can you hold your legs up for me, baby?" He waits for me to scoot my ass up a little and I bring my knees close to my chest, holding the backs of my thighs in place so that I am open for him, waiting for his warmth to grace me again.

"Perfect," he praises, and I shiver. If he keeps talking to me like this, I won’t be able to comply.

Rivian leans back down and presses more soft kisses on the outside of my pussy, kissing my labia and using his teeth to tease my skin. I feel his light nips here and there and I can't hold in the moans that escape me.

He removes his finger slightly, pulling it out of me and before I know it, he's putting two back in.

"Oh," I cry out a sound laced with pain. I hear little patters pelt against the window, looking over briefly to see that it’s started to rain again.

He sees my concern and he simply replies with, "I'm big, Lucynda. You need to be ready." I press the back of my head further into the pillow, taking my eyes off him as I hold my legs up and he works his fucking magic at my core.

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