Page 57 of The Marriage Policy

“Yes. So much. I love the way men smell.” I love the way he smells.

“Let me fuck your face now, husband. I’m dying for it.”

Those words basically sound like a love declaration to me. “Do it.”

Eric nods, holding the base of his cock. He traces my lips with it, his pupils blown wide, and he’s watching me…like he’s never seen me before. And he hasn’t, not like this. I feel confident in the bedroom. I’m proud of my skills and the way I can make a man feel, even though Malcolm used to always try and make me feel like I was shit at it. I don’t know how I didn’t see it back then, but I see it now, the way he used to try and break me down, makesmall comments that were easy to excuse but were really ways to make me insecure and feel like I needed him.

Eric’s warm hand touches my cheek. “Hey. Where did you go? Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No. Sorry. I was just in my head a minute.”

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I don’t care how far we’ve gone, we can always stop.”

My heart turns into the biggest pile of mush. My best friend is hands down the best man in the world. I can’t imagine my life for even a day without having him.

“I want to do this with you. Probably more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

He grins. Widely.

“Oh my God.”

“I can’t help it. You totally want me.”

“Will you shut up and let me suck your dick now?”

“Yes. We can get back to the face fucking.” And then he’s pushing into my mouth, his hand on my head, guiding me as he gives me all of him. “You have no idea how hot this is,” he says as he pulls out, then shoves back in again, quicker and harder this time. “Tap my thigh or something if I go too hard.”

I pull off him to say, “I will, but I can take it. I told you, I’m good at this. Lots of practice. I have a dildo I use specifically for this.”

“What? Shut the fuck up. I gotta see that. Who knew my husband is such a dirty boy.”

Surprisingly, my cock twitches at that. He just might get me hard again.

Also, him continuing to call me husband is fucking with me.

Eric pushes his dick back into my mouth, straight to the back of my throat. I take him down, and then he’s pulling back and snapping his hips forward again. He lets loose on me, but I can tell he’s being careful too, watching for signs it’s too much or thathe’s hurting me, but he won’t find any. I fucking love this, love pleasuring him and taking his thrusts, love that Eric is getting what he needs from my mouth. His balls hit my chin, saliva runs down my throat, and I really hope this is beautiful to him, beautiful and sexy, because it feels like that to me.

“Jesus, D. Look at you taking my cock so well. You’re a fucking pro, like your mouth was made for my dick. You gonna keep letting me fuck it, husband? You’re gorgeous down there.”

Sex talk, sex talk, sex talk.I keep repeating those words in my head, not giving myself a chance to consider that it might be anything else.

“I’m so lucky I get to see you like this. Have you like this. God, D. Why didn’t we try any of this sooner?”

Should we have? Or maybe that would have changed things. Maybe it’s better that we waited until now so we could solidify who we really are and adding sex to the mix wouldn’t change anything.

All I know is that I’m just as glad as he is that we’re here now. That Eric’s hand is on my head and his dick in my mouth. That he’s making my eyes tear up, both from the face fucking and because I love him so much…as a friend, of course. And I honestly don’t know if I can ever get into a relationship again, and maybe it’s not just because Malcolm was a dick; maybe it’s because I know there’s no man out there better than Eric, that no one would ever treat me the way Eric does, so I will happily be his best friend and husband because that already makes me lucky.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come. Gonna give you my load. God, I can’t wait to watch you swallow it down.”

I nod, telling him I want it. Eric thrusts again and lets out a deep groan. His cock twitches in my mouth, balls against my chin as he spurts his salty, thick release down my throat.

“Mmm…” I hum, which, okay, is maybe a little different. I like cum. No two ways about it. But Eric’s cum? I don’t know if it’s just a switch in my head that makes it feel like it’s some kind of magic elixir, but themmmis definitely because I want more of it.

He spurts again, and I greedily take that down too, swallow his release like I’m a starving man, and maybe I am.

I keep him in my mouth until I’ve drained his balls, until I’ve taken all he can give me and his cock is softening in my mouth.

“Come’ere, D. I need you to lie down with me.” He pulls me to my feet and then basically collapses on the bed. With a soft smile, I go down beside him, slightly embarrassed about how eager and hungry I was for his release.

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