Page 46 of His Weekend Wife

He rolled his fingers upward on her spine, playing each vertebra like a piano key until he reached the cord of her neck. He gave her a quick massage, easing his long, capable fingers on her quivering muscles then sliding his hand into her hair. The other hand slipped down to clutch her bottom, gripping the muscle, gently squeezing as if testing the firmness.

She moaned against his mouth, hardly able to contain her need for him. She wanted him more than her next breath. Gripping his thick biceps, she squeezed and tested too.

He used his body to press her against the soft sheets. She thought he was going to shift and enter her, but instead he bent on his knees and lowered his mouth to her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her navel, swirling the tip inside of the passage and she jerked.

“Oh…my…” the words slipped from her lips. Such a simple act could be compared to a tornado within her. His hands glided to her inner thighs, parting them, then he found her core. She couldn’t breathe and she was afraid she’d pass out. He brought his head up, meeting her gaze as he licked his lips. His fingers were at her seam, easing her lips open so he could explore her further.

“Your smell, it should be bottled and sold for millions.” A look of pure gratification covered his face and she practically came off the bed. She’d never wanted oral pleasure more in her life.

He kissed her hip, licked the skin of her inner thigh, kissing his way down her leg, her ankle until he reached her foot. She watched, her breath stilling in her lungs as he slowly unstrapped her heel. His gaze held onto hers in a mesmerizing trance, and then he pulled off the shoe, dropping it. He lifted her foot and brushed the tips of his fingers down the instep and involuntarily she lurched. He held her tight and she wasn’t going anywhere. He then kissed her arch followed by a teasing lick. She whimpered and quivered under him. He gently nibbled, sucked, then nibbled more. Fuck! She felt the feeling all the way up into her core. She grabbed the sheets and clutched the material as his soft chuckle echoed off the walls.

He dropped her foot. Thank God.

His sweet, blissful torture continued with the other foot. After the heel was gone, he licked, suckled and nibbled until her toes curled.

“I love your body. Love your scent, your taste. You’re an aphrodisiac to a man’s soul, bella.”

His words were so erotic, spinning a tale of romance inside of her heart.

“If no man has pleasured you, then you’ve done it for yourself. Right?”

Her cheeks warmed. She couldn’t deny him the truth. “Yes.”

“What do you fantasize about when you touch yourself?” His husky words tranquilized her.

Resisting him was not an option. “A man’s touch. Strong arms holding me. You holding me.”

He inhaled sharply. “I want to see you touch yourself, like you were last night.”

She gave her head a quick shake. “I want you to touch me. Nothing feels as good.”

“You’ll have me soon enough. I promise. For now, I want to refresh the image of how you pleasure your body, remember the passion kissing your expression.”

Demurely, she brought her fingers to her slick core, aware of his watchful eye. She closed her eyes as she moved her fingers lightly over the seam, finding her swollen, achy clit. Rolling her fingers around the bundle of nerves, tingles gathered and pulsated. Already at a heightened sense, it didn’t take long before she felt the familiar spasms take root in her low belly and grow through her breast, further into her chest.

His mouth joined her fingers, tongue and finger moving together rhythmically, simultaneously across her pussy lips.

He slid up, his eyes glistening and his mouth moist. “Damn, I have to have you now.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged it away, a deep, desperate moan escaping from deep within his chest. The ripping of the condom package was loud as he quickly rolled the protection into place then he was hovering above her, using his knee to part her legs wide. He positioned the head of his erection at her entrance then eased his body into hers.

It had been a while and her muscles were tight. He slowed, allowing their bodies to unite, letting her body adapt to his size as her muscles expanded. He was still watching her, blazing irises, mouth parted. Their pants of breath mingled, becoming one.

He stopped, his body tight. “Damn, it’s hard to move. You feel that damn good.”

After a moment of immobility, he began to move again, easing in and out, his thrusts becoming faster. She cried out and he slammed into her. She bucked her hips against his, her clit getting a complimentary tickle of his pubic bone. She met his lunges and he kissed her, dragging her tongue into his mouth. The rubber band inside of her was growing tauter and the feeling heavier. Her thoughts were scattered, her mind blanketed by the mountain of feeling…she wanted to give in to the sensation…the fire-igniting passion.

She brought her knees up along his sides and he braced her steady. The spasms worked through her, intense, and within seconds she splintered into a million glowing pieces of heaven. Then his body tensed, followed by a desperate groan. His head reared back and she knew he had found bliss. Seconds later, he dropped to her, his body relaxing.

When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled to her side, but kept her close.

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