Page 67 of Viktor at Sea

“The kind of things that makes you feel good,” I grinned and closed the distance between us, reaching out to pull her into my arms. “Now, come on. Get into bed with me, my siren. You’ve made me wait long enough. Don’t make me wait any longer.Please.”

Not willing to give my wife a chance to come up with any more excuses, I threw her over my shoulder and marched into our bedroom where our lovely bed awaited us.

“Do you want to feel good tonight, my siren?” I murmured in a low, velvety voice as I dropped her onto the bed, my body quick to cover hers.

“Yes,” she whispered and nodded, subconsciously spreading her legs for me. Unfortunately, the skirt of her dress was in the way, so I decided to do something about it.

Not wanting to push her too far, I bunched up the bottom of her dress up to her waist but left everything above that covered. I so badly wanted to pull down the bust and press my face between her voluptuous breasts, but that would have to wait for another night.

Tonight was all about her.

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time,” I pressed the warning to her lips in a soft kiss before I kissed a path to her hot little pussy that had soaked the thin material of her panties. My control snapped at the wet patch, and I snapped her panties off, chuckling at the small yelp of surprise that escaped her.

“Sorry, my siren. I’ll make it up to you.”

Making good on my word, I bowed my head over her pussy and licked a long, wet stripe from her slick clit which beaded with her desire to her seeping entrance that glistened for me.

“Viktor,” Astrid gasped and tried to clamp her legs around my head, but all it took was one warning tap on her hip for her to open up for me again.

“Did you like that, my siren?” I growled the question but didn’t wait for an answer as I lowered my head over her again. This time, I sucked on her pussy lips, eagerly licking up the taste of her, moaning greedily.

“This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” I moaned against her core and allowed her to lift her hips and grind against my face, taking her pleasure from me as she pleased.

I was more than ready to be her own personal sex today if that was what she wished.

When she pressed her thighs around my head, as if trying to squeeze the life out of me, I knew she was close. I could feel it.

Bracing my arms on either side of her thighs to keep them open, I chuckled at her hungry moans and sucked her slick clit back into my mouth. With my hands otherwise occupied, I had nothing but my tongue to rely on to get the job done, and I had no intentions to disappoint my wife.

Raking my teeth over her clit one last time, I dropped my face a little lower and slipped my tongue into her pulsing pussy. I swirled it around her walls, and that was all it took for her to lose control and come on my tongue. My groans of desire weredrowned out by her moans as I continued to thrust my tongue in and out of her trembling pussy, needing to lick up all of her cum.

I was only satisfied once I had cleaned up her pussy, but even then, I fought hard to resist going in for another taste of the heaven between my wife’s legs. The only thing holding me back was that this was her first time, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“I’m not going to make love to you tonight, my siren,” I murmured and lifted myself to hover over her once again. My tongue poked out of my mouth to lick the remnants of her delectable juice from my lips. The taste of her on my tongue made my cock painfully hard. “I will only give you all of me when I’m certain you’re ready and madly and deeply in love with me. Not a moment earlier.”

I didn’t need Astrid to be in love with me the way I loved her with my entire being. I just needed her to love me. That was all.

A soft, sweet look took over her face, and she wrapped her arms around me, bringing my face down to hers to steal a kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered and moaned at the taste of herself on my tongue, arching her back into me. Drunk on the taste of herself, she slid her tongue into my mouth at the same time her hand began venturing lower and lower, getting dangerously close to something she wasn’t ready to get acquainted with yet.

“Not tonight,” I groaned into her mouth, forcing her hand back up to my neck where it wouldn’t press any dangerous buttons.

“Why not?” Astrid groaned, her lips turned down in a sultry pout as she stared at me from under those long, seductive lashes that got me every time. All she had to do was bat them, and I was putty in her hands like I always was.

“Because one touch from you–” I gulped, unable to tear my gaze from the beauty that was my wife. “–And I’m going tocome harder than I’ve ever come before. And trust me, my siren, you’re not ready for that yet.”

“Fine,” she huffed, but her lips slowly turned up at the corners.

“Good night,” I chuckled and turned onto my side, pulling her into my arms. “And sweet dreams, my siren.” I kissed her again and pulled the blanket over us.

“Good night, Viktor,” Astrid whispered in a small voice and snuggled closer to me, pressing her face into my chest.

It was difficult to taste the sweet nectar of Astrid’s pussy and not do more about it but seeing the look of bliss and comfortability on her face was worth it and so much more.

I was willing to do anything for her. All she had to do was ask.

I fell asleep with the largest grin on my face that night, and it was still there when I awoke in the morning.

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