Page 71 of Magic and Matrimony

He pulls off my sweater, gently freeing my arms, and then my head. My hair tumbles down over my shoulder, and Ambrose wraps it in his fist.

“I love your hair.”

“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper as Ambrose uses my hair to tug my head back, forcing me to look him in the eye.

“Where?” His eyes burn with desire. He’s hard beneath me, and I unbutton his fly, my fingers grazing his stomach.

“My breasts.”

“Tell me.”

“Suck on my nipples.”

Ambrose unhooks my bra and throws it somewhere in the room. We’re just two lonely humans in this massive great room. There’s art older than the town of Mystic Hollow in here and a fireplace big enough to stand in, but I’ve never felt so close to anyone. So connected.

Ambrose’s mouth dips, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks over the flesh, his teeth gently scrape.

“Where else?” He releases my nipple long enough to ask and then sucks the other in his mouth.

I throw my head back and groan, “Between my legs.”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do, Piper,” Ambrose growls, his hands clenching my hips as he gently rocks me against his erection.

“I want you to lick my pussy.” My cheeks heat, but I’m so turned on, I barely have room to be embarrassed.

Ambrose stands abruptly, his hands holding my ass as he carries me over to one of the couches. He lays me on my back and pulls off my pants in one swift move. His eyes never leavemine as he drops to his knees and then buries his head between my thighs.

“Oh hell,” I cry out as his warm tongue licks up from my entrance to my clit. He devours me until I’m a squirming, panting mess beneath his mouth. Everything is so wet and hot. I writhe under his attention, my pleasure building so quickly it’s like a fire burning out of control.

“Your fingers,” I moan as he sucks on my clit.

He lifts his head for long enough to speak. His voice rough and his eyes filled with need. “What do you want me to do with my fingers?”

“I want them inside me.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I cry out.

“Tell me. Command me,” he growls against my pussy.

“Oh God. Ambrose, please make me come.” It’s not even a command. This started as a game where I commanded him, but he has all the control right now.

He crooks his finger and suck on my clit, and I come so hard I nearly blackout.

“Stop,” I pant out, but Ambrose keeps licking. I guess that wasn’t a command. “Stop,” I say again. This time with intention.

He immediately freezes, his eyes wide, but a grin on his wet lips. “What now?”

His pants are half open, and his dick is straining against the fabric of his boxers. I lick my lips, devouring the sight of this man. My husband. And I can do anything I want to him.

“Stand up.”

Ambrose gets to his feet, his eyes alight with curiosity. I slide off the couch and get on my knees in front of him.

“I want you to fuck my face.” My cheeks heat as the words in my head become a reality. Ambrose curses. He licks his lips, humming at the taste of me still in his mouth.

“That wasn’t a command, wife.” He gazes down at me, running his palm over the length of his rigid dick.

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