Page 36 of Marrying My Moth Lady

“I’m up to the challenge,” I say, cupping his jaw with my other hand. “We’ll start in the morning.”

“Are you going to punish me by making me sleep under the treehouse? You know I offered to sleep on the ground to be dramatic, right? I’m wearing a tux—just a clue. My real plan was to seduce my way into your nest. Is it working?” He flashes asheepish smile that doesn’t fool me for a heartbeat. The man is a master seducer and knows he hits all the right notes.

“Not in the slightest,” I say with a giggle. “You will earn your spot in a puddle…but not a mud one.”

“Oh…Oh!Will you lead the way?” He asks in a husky voice. My innuendo isn’t lost on him, judging by the bulge in his dress pants. It brushes my thighs as he picks me up and swings me around. His hands find my butt and squeeze the flesh until my sleep shorts ride up.

Despite being lip-locked for half the work, we settle his luggage in the treehouse bedroom in four trips. I can’t keep my hands off him. We leave a trail of male finery across the treehouse floor as I undress him. All the toys in the world aren’t a substitute for the kiss of someone who loves you. My mind can’t conjure the sensation of his lips branding me as his. Belonging to someone is the most potent aphrodisiac…and I’m his wife.

Wife!

“Whatever just floated through your mind, you’ve soaked through your shorts,” he says, as our feet hit my nest. “Was it making out while in flight? Or did you spy your Yeti Knotter 3000?”

“Oooh, jealous?” I ask with a kiss to the end of his nose. “The trigger for my release was your kiss…as your wife…”

“Being claimed as mine makes you wet?” His pupils dilate. He licks his top lip…which gives me an idea.

“Too bad. This is punishment for ignoring me for days,” I say with a hair flip. “Lay down and submit to me.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He chucks off his briefs and kicks them against the edge of the nest. He lies on his back with limbsstretched like a starfish. “I can’t wait to make you scream with nipple play. My Lord, I love your breasts. The moonlight at your back casts a gorgeous silhouette. Sit on me, my beauty, and let me repent at your altar.”

“Love these?” I ask, squeezing my breasts as I stand over him. His cock jumps in response. I shimmy out of my clothes in an awkward attempt at exotic dancing. “Like I love you? Then I’ll keep them from you the way you deleted my number!”

I straddle his waist, facing his toes. When I sit, my weeping core drips onto his low belly. He moans. Did I crush him? Am I too heavy? One look over my shoulder won’t spoil the seduction…I must verify he’s not suffocating under my rump. His head is thrown back, mouth hanging open, eyes dark with desire. I guess he’s more than okay.Giggle.

Taking his cock in hand, I coat him with my essence and tease myself. Anticipation builds in my lower belly as I chase my orgasm. My hips rock against his shaft in a subconscious dance. My other hand rubs up my belly to cup my left breast. I edge us until he gives me droplets of his desire.

Then I let him go. I have every intention of keeping myself aroused while letting him cool down. He’s helpless under my weight…or so I thought. My palms slam into the nest at his hips as my thighs are yanked out from under me. The trajectory forward swipes his tip along my cheek.

I could have been poked in the eye! My exasperation builds in my lungs to give him the what for…until he licks me. His flattened tongue may not vibrate, but it hits all my treasured places with perfect pressure. Our power dynamic flips as my climax detonates. He feasts with lips, teeth, and spearing fingers as I ride the waves of wedded bliss. My limbs flop as I lay on his body—a helpless mass of shivering pleasure. His anglechanges. A third finger penetrates me…and I’m climbing the hill to oblivion again. I cry out, scraping my teeth along his Orion’s belt.

“Ride me, beauty,” he says with a swat to my behind. “Punish me by facing away and take what I give to you…the joy of my heart…my wife.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment,” I quaver as I pull myself down his body. My thighs glide and squeak. I guess I made good on my puddle comment, but I don’t know how much withholding pleasure I’m doing.

“Your delicious curves foiled your plan, beauty. It’s mind-blowing how sexy you look from behind.” His throaty chuckle confirms my failure at punishing him.

“Next time, I’ll tie you up. You will be able to look but not touch—” The blinding pleasure of impaling myself upon him cuts off my words. This position makes him hit new places within me than when we faced one another. Deep inside my body, he rubs and bumps what must be my G-spot. Every time I lean forward, a tiny explosion goes off in my brain.

“Experiment, beauty, I’m your specimen and this is your lab.”

With my husband as my playground, I unfurl my proboscis. What if I combine the two? I flit my clit in opposition to the bump of his cock on my G-spot. It’s too much. It’s not enough. Lifting my body with my chin lowered, I wrap my tongue around his base. As I lower my body around him, the tip of my tongue wags between my clit and his balls. My insides are coiled tighter than a clock’s spring, minutes before midnight. His fingers dig into my hips. I may bruise. The thought of wearing his marks sends a spray of desire from my body.

My tongue vibrates. I climax so hard my ears pop.

He roars. His body jackknifes to buck me like a bronco. I’m flooded with his release.

My proboscis slurps back into my mouth a millisecond before I crash. I wrap my trembling form around his body, squeezing my thighs together. More stimulation will hurt, so I protect my most sensitive tissues. I hug his foot as tears flow from my eyes. He kisses my ankle, hugging my knees.

“Did we die from sex?” He asks, filling the forest with our laughter. “I think I’m dead.”

“Sensory overload,” I reply between bubbles of laughter. “If you touch me, I’ll slap you.”

“Ditto, too tired,” he whispers. “Let’s clean up and I’ll risk your rath to spoon you.”

“Spooning sounds nice.” A yawn cracks my jaw.

“Good, because you agreed to be my little spoon for eternity,” he says, sitting up. He rolls me onto my back, untangling our limbs so he can stand.

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