Page 274 of Things Left Unsaid

Then I wait.

“You bastard.”

“Son of a bastard, maybe,” I correct, watching her eyes narrow at me. “Do you want to come on my mouth,wife?”

“Yes,” she growls. “Husband.”

The immediacy of her answer has me sliding my tongue through her folds, her pleasure the only goal in mind.

Her slit is wet.

So wet.

God, my wife wants me.

It’s a miracle I’ll never get used to.

I feast. Sucking on her clit hard and fast, sliding my tongue over her until I thrust in as deep as I can. She cries out, nails back to digging in my hair, scraping over my scalp as she rolls her hips, chasing her pleasure.

There’s nothing I want more than to give it to her.

Jesus, I don’t think there’s anything I’veeverwanted more.

Like I haven’t done this a thousand times, I investigate every inch of her, hunting the parts that are the most sensitive. I seek each one, desperate to hear her cry out my name.

I savor her unique taste, her scent, revel in it as her responsiveness makes this a 4D experience—the thought makes me grin.

When she finally cries out my name, I double down. Now that I’ve heard it once, I want to hear it again. And again. I suck harder. Flick faster. Bite instead of nip. No longer teasing in answer to her cries.

She freezes against the wall, a still tableau as she finds her crest. It ripples through her and chokes off her air until she lets it loose in a scream.

But I don’t stop.

I can’t.

“COLTON!” she shrieks as I continue to eat her out. “No more, no more, no more!”

When she shudders, muscles twitching as she fights my hold on her hips, that’s when I relent.

I pull back.

Settle her feet on the floor.

Catch her when she collapses.

In a smooth movement, I surge high, snagging her and dragging her to the bed, only pausing to appreciate her in a jersey with my name on it.

Then, I drop the towel and snag a condom from the nightstand. Once I’m naked and I’ve covered myself, I clamber on top of her, parting her thighs and letting my cock rest on her slit.

I give her my weight for a second until I press most of it on the forearms I settle on either side of her face.

The heat of her is an aching torment.

“Zee,” I rumble.

When her eyes flutter open, I see the moment she recognizes what’s happening.

Her chin dips a quarter-inch.

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