Page 60 of Bound and Blitzed

Valentina’s slim shoulders are pushed back, without an ounce of doubt in her expression or posture. The confidence rolls off her—bold, heady, and so fucking sexy. Her hair hangs down her back and snakes over her shoulders. I love it loose—wild and untamed. Her eyes glow with want, with need.

Knowing that I’m the man who is going to quench her thirst, who is going to sate her want, is a mindfuck. It’s all consuming—the desire, the lust, but more than that, the love. I’m falling in love with my wife and it’s a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever known.

Wonder and want shade Valentina’s eyes as she studies me. “You’re perfect, Avery.”

I shake my head. “You are, Lena.”

She steps closer, one hand pressing against my pec, before she drags her fingertips across my chest. I stand still, letting her touch and explore. Her palms glide down the sides of my body as she bends and presses a kiss to my chest. And then, she’s moving, sliding down my frame, her tongue swirling, her lips kissing, and her fingers tucking into the band of my boxer briefs.

As she lowers herself to her knees, she rolls my boxer briefs down my legs, allowing my cock, hard to the point of fucking pain, to spring free.

She taps my foot and I step out of my underwear, staring down at her in shock.

She gazes up at me, wide-eyed, full-lipped, and it’s my undoing. I can barely breathe as my wife wraps her little hand around my rock-hard cock and brings the tip to her mouth. Her lips part and she drags her tongue down my shaft before wrapping her mouth around me and bobbing her head.

I see fucking stars. “Christ, Lena,” I moan, my hands moving to her hair.

She rocks back and forth, setting a pace that has me moaning.

I fist her hair, urging her to keep going, wondering if I should pull her away.

“You don’t have to—” I start.

My cock slips out of her mouth and her palm slides up the back of my thigh. “I want to, Avery. Please, let me make this feel good for you.”

“Feels fucking incredible,” I pant, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.

“Tell me if I do it wrong,” she says, her voice soft, with a thread of uncertainty wrapping around her words.

“You couldn’t do it wrong if you fucking tried,” I admit.

A small smile curls her lips and then, she sets back to work, licking, sucking, kissing, and making me feel like I’m eighteen years old again.

Her head moves back and forth, my fingers slipping through the strands of her hair on each pass, as I try not to blow my load. I’ve been with countless women. I don’t even remember half of their names. But none have gotten me off as quickly as my wife. It’s almost embarrassing how fast I unravel with her mouth on me.

“Lena,” I gasp. “I’m gonna?—”

She pulls back and gazes up at me, shifting up on her knees. And those wide, innocent eyes are my undoing. Her hand is still on my cock as I explode, coating her fingers and chest with hot cum.

“Fuck,” I swear as my desire slides down her perfect breasts, dripping onto her smooth tummy. “Christ, you’re everything.”

“Did I do okay?” she murmurs, her voice laced with wonder.

I pull her up and tug her into me, wrapping my arms around her. My want sticks between us, messy as fuck, but I’m too keyed up to care. “So fucking good, baby,” I say, kissing her hard.

I lift Lena easily, grabbing a handful of her ass and moving her up my body. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively as I move us toward the bedroom.

“The sheets—” she worries.

“Don’t fucking care,” I admit, laying her down in the center of our bed.

Her hair is a shock of dark color against the pristine white duvet. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes glowing. I harden instantly at the sight of my cum drying on her full, mouthwatering breasts. I stroke my hand down the center of her breasts, touch the smooth curve of where her waist flares out to her hip, and lower myself between her thighs.

She’s still wearing her black lace thong, and I snap it at the hip, letting the fabric fall away. She’s wet for me, her folds glistening with her want, and if I wasn’t already rock hard, I would be now.

“You want me, Lena?” I murmur, dragging the pads of two fingers through her slick center.

She sucks in a gasp. “Y-yes, Avery,” she manages.

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