Page 61 of Bound and Blitzed

“Good girl,” I reply, lowering my mouth and replacing the pads of my fingers with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” my wife cries out, bucking against my face.

“That’s it,” I mutter, sliding a hand under her ass and squeezing her cheek. I keep her lower body elevated as I feast on her pretty pussy.

I suck her clit lightly, dip two fingers into her channel, and use my mouth and fingers in tandem to bring Valentina to the peak.

When I glance up, her fingers are pinching her nipples and the visual nearly undoes me. Who knew my sweet wife could be such a fucking temptress?

But I love that she knows what she wants. And I fucking love that she’s not scared—or ashamed—to take in front of me. I want all of her. Just like this. Always.

“Avery,” she cries out as her walls tighten around my fingers.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my tongue,” I coax as a powerful orgasm rips through her body.

Christ, it’s sexy as hell.

I continue to lap at her, suck and lick and nibble lightly, as she rides out her pleasure. When she breathes heavily and looks up at me, I crawl back up her body, kissing every inch of her skin I can, dipping my tongue into her belly button, and positioning myself at her entrance.

I grasp my shaft. “You ready, Lena?”

“Yes,” she says, without a hint of hesitation.

“I need to grab a condom,” I say, lifting my chin toward my bedside table.

Valentina shakes her head. “I’m clean, Avery. And I’m on the shot.”

Fuck. This woman, my wife, wants to give me everything.

The weight of her trust settles over me. The responsibility for the gift she is giving me expands in my chest, settles into my stomach, and rolls through my limbs. “I’m clean too. But are you sure, baby?”

Valentina nods. “I’m sure, Avery.”

“If you want to stop at any time?—”

“Please, please do it,” she says, holding my gaze.

At the unwavering want in her irises, I push into her.

Her eyes widen but she doesn’t look away. Neither do I. Instead, I move slowly, entering her inch by inch, and pay attention to her expressions. Surprise sparks in her irises, followed by awe and then, a delicious sheen of want washes over her face.

“Does it hurt?” I ask. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“No,” she whispers. “No, God, Avery. It feels so good.” Her eyes close as she arches her back. “You feel so good.”

“Christ, Lena,” I swear, bottoming out. “Fucking perfection.”

The hint of a smile crosses her lips as I begin to move. Pull back and re-enter her in smooth, shallow thrusts, as she gets used to me. But then, Valentina is hooking her ankles around me, pulling me forward, urging me to move faster.

My palm rests beside her face as I move over her, our bodies coming together in an act I’ve performed countless times. And yet, it’s never felt this good. This right. This…beautiful.

I move my hand to touch her skin, my fingers dragging through my want on her body. It glistens in the moonlight, and I flatten my palm into it, rooting me to Valentina, and press my desire for her deeper into her skin. My mouth dips to kiss her face—her temple, her eyelid, her lips. She caresses my back, my shoulders, my arms.

At some point, we’re no longer having sex. We’re making love. Coming together in ways that feel divine—immeasurably pleasurable yet cosmically altering. Our hearts blend as seamlessly as our bodies. Our souls intertwine as naturally as our limbs.

“Avery, I, my body—” Valentina pants.

“Give in to me, Lena,” I say, thrusting deep inside her.

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