Page 87 of Viktor at Sea

When I finished coming and released her hair, she pulled her mouth off me. A thin trail of white dribbled down one corner of her mouth.

When I was out at sea, sleeping alone and missing my wife, I would picture this moment and how sexy she looked right now with a mouthful of my cum.

“You can spit it out if you want,” I murmured lowly, panting.

Astrid held my eyes, her mouth still filled with my cum. I watched as she swallowed, licked up the few drops that dribbled down her chin and then opened her mouth to show me there was nothing left.

I was definitely going to picture this moment when I jerked myself off for the next couple of months.

“Come here,” I groaned and pulled her into my arms, holding her flush against my chest. My semi-erect cock pressed against her stomach, more than eager to get that far inside her, but that wasn’t going to happen right now. “What was that for?” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair.

“I just wanted us to have this special moment before…” her voice trailed off, her eyes still locked on mine.

“Thank you,” I smiled and leaned in to press my lips against hers, gently suckling her bottom lip into my mouth. “Now it’s time for me to return the favour.”

“You don’t need–” She started to shake her head but didn’t finish her sentence as I pushed her onto her back and bunched up the bottom of her dress to reveal that my siren of a wife wasn’t wearing any panties.

I groaned at the sight of her slick pussy, wet and glistening from how turned on she was from sucking my cock and swallowing my cum.

“Oh, but I want to,” I grinned devilishly at her, wanting nothing more than to make my wife feel good after she had done the same for me. Besides, getting to taste her pussy was always a treat.

Gustav’s cake was delicious, but nothing compared to the sweet dessert that was my wife’s pussy.

I lowered my face between her legs to press a kiss to her clit. When she moaned and held my head there, desperate for more, I sucked it into my mouth. This would be the last time I would be able to eat her pussy for a while, and I was really going to miss feasting on it before breakfast every morning.

“You taste so good, my siren.” My tongue pushed past her puffy lips and into her sweet pussy. Her pussy walls pulsed around my tongue. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, brushing up against her pussy walls in the way I knew she loved, while I rubbed her clit with my thumb, flicking it back and forth.

“That feels so good,” Astrid moaned and tugged on my hair, pushing my face closer to her pussy.

More than happy to oblige, I licked and sucked to my heart’s content.

“Viktor!” Astrid moaned quietly as she came on my tongue. I chuckled at her reaction and couldn’t resist going in for one more lick. “Stop. It’s sensitive,” she whined and forced me away. I rose and joined her on the bed, pulling the blankets over us. “I think we have enough time,” she murmured, still panting.

“For what?” I asked, curious.

“Sex.”

“We can’t, Astrid,” I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to get the mental picture out of my head. “This will be your firsttime and our first time together. I want it to be special and not just because I’ll be gone for a while.”

“But you’ll be away for months,” she frowned and rolled onto her side to face me, our faces less than an inch apart.

“I know,” I sighed and pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “But it’ll make our first time that much more special.”

“Okay,” she whispered, and I couldn’t resist kissing her again.

Neither of us needed to say anything. We both knew what this moment was. What this moment meant to us both. It was our last time together for four months, possibly more. We didn’t know if that time was guaranteed or if I would be away for longer. What we did know, however, was that nothing would change between us in our time away. I knew it wouldn’t. I could feel it in my heart.

But that didn’t lessen the pain of having to leave her behind.

When a knock sounded on the door, and Roscoe called for me, I never wanted time to stop more than I did at that moment.

It was time for me to leave.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

“Can you stop moving for a second and come sit with me?” I sighed, growing tired of watching Astrid rushing around our hut. She had been rushing all over the place since we rolled out of bed this morning, and it was starting to annoy me because all I wanted was to hold my wife in my arms and relish our last moments together before I took to the sea for several months.

“And can you stop watching me and eat your breakfast?” Astrid huffed, stopping briefly to glare sharply at me. “It’s going to be your last proper meal for a while, so stop talking and get eating.”

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