Page 97 of Gracefully Yours

I was still wearing my pink velvet dress, even though I’d ditched my shoes the moment we’d walked through the door.

Sliding his hand into my hair, he held the side of my face before bringing our lips together. But it wasn’t a sweet kiss, no. It was a promise of what was to come. The filthy way he was promising to touch me communicated only by our lips and his tongue. The saliva intermingling in our mouths, the way I wanted his body closer, closer, closer. Needed it.

Needed his body on top of mine more than I needed air, and not once did my head try to convince me that this was anything besides what it was. Us, needing each other. Drowning in lust.

Breaking the kiss, Daniel kneeled in front of me, pulling me to the edge of the bed. “I need these off, now,” he said, tugging at the toes of my tights. “I need to taste you. Have that sweet cunt on my tongue.”

“Daniel—” I moaned, and he made a tsk sound with his tongue, as if urging me to be quiet.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and do what I say?”

I nodded. “Yes,please.”

There wasn’t a chance as hell he wouldn’t see how turned on I was just from my panties alone.

“Good. Now.” He ran his fingers up my thighs. “Let me lick your pussy, wife.”

I complied, and when his fingers skimmed the skin at my bare stomach, before he started rolling the waistband down, I almost moaned from the sensation alone. Squirming, I did my best to lift my hips so he could drag them down, leaving my dress pushed up above my hips.

“That’s better.”

He dipped his head down, his nose running over my panties, and I felt a rush of heat when he pulled them to the side to run his tongue up my slit, his nose bumping against my clit and giving me just the slightest bit of pressure.

“Oh,”I practically squeaked, the sensation driving me crazy.

“You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?” He murmured. “And it’s all for me. Just for me.”

Yes,I agreed, though the only sounds that emitted from my mouth were a series of gasps and moans as he put his tongue to work, doing just what he promised, his tongue buried inside of me, tasting me like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. Burying my hands in his thick, dark hair, I held on to him with every fiber of my being as he feasted on me.

Oh my god.He didn’t stop his ministrations, just continuing to lap me with that glorious, talented tongue of his, and I was already so, so close, and—Oh my god. Oh my god.

My orgasm hit me like the weight of a freight train, and it was all I could do to just let him coax me through it, the sensation from his tongue and his nose driving memad.God.

Daniel laughed as he stepped back in between my legs. “It’s just me and you in this room, baby.” I hadn’t even realized I’d been chanting it out loud. “But I’m happy to be your God if you want me to be.”

The only thing that stopped me from slapping him was the way he kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue as he explored every inch of my mouth the way he’d just stirred up my insides.

And all I knew was I needed every scrap of clothing off of our bodies. Now. I didn’t want to wait any longer for him. Not when he was looking at me likethat,lips slightly puffy from all the rough kissing, and not when his hair was all mused from my fingertips. From how I’d held him closer to me as he licked me to climax.

Wordlessly, I started unbuttoning his shirt, and then we were a whirlwind of clothes and hands—dress, bra, panties all discarded on the floor next to my tights. His slacks, button up, and boxers in another pile.

Pushing him down on the bed, I couldn’t quite resist myself.

“You know,” I said, straddling his lap, letting my soaked core brush against his arousal. “What you did to me earlier was very mean,husband.”

“Hmm?” He asked, cupping my tits. “You’ll have to remind me which part.” Then he licked my nipple, and I almost forgot everything I was going to say.

Almost.

“You were teasing me,” I muttered, barely keeping my cool as he sucked the tip of my breast into his mouth, brushing his teeth against me, “in front of all our friends. Driving me crazy. And I couldn’t do anything about it.”

He gave a knowing grin, but I didn’t give him what I knew he wanted. What we both wanted. I wanted to torment him back first.

Instead, I just rocked against him, a feather-light touch of my lips against his shoulder. He repeated his actions on my other nipple, a few sensual licks that had me squirming against him.

“You liked it,” he whispered, revealing the truth I already knew.

“Yes.”

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