Page 130 of Keep This Promise
“What else, Sophie?”
“I see the water show starting, the lights and the fountains spraying. It’s beautiful, and the Eiffel Tower is sparkl—oh, God!”
My tongue runs up and down her center, licking and swirling, making her writhe against my mouth. I adjust so I can see her better—hands on the glass, ass out—while I eat her pussy. She’s fucking glorious. A goddamn angel sent to me, and I will never forget this picture.
Sophie’s hand slips, and I stop for a second, which causes her to whine. “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see it all. Can you see me behind you? Are you watching me devour you? My wife.”
I go back in, licking and tonguing her, pushing inside, drinking every drop she gives me. Her hand falls to tangle her fingers in her hair. “Holden, don’t stop.”
“I see us. God, I see us and you and . . . I can’t hold back.”
I want to make her come as she watches the city and then on the bed and the shower and any other place I can.
She groans, and I would laugh, but my mouth has other plans. I pull away, and she cries out. “No!”
I lick softly, giving her much less pressure than I know she needs, and wait for her to talk.
“I see . . . I see lights.”
I slide my finger inside, her muscles contracting as I fuck her with my hand. “Good. Keep talking so I can make you come.”
“Cars are stopped at a light, and people are laughing . . . there is a couple . . . dancing . . . Oh, God.” Sophie moans as I move my finger to her ass, playing with her there. “There are people everywhere, moving around, not aware that my husband is licking my fanny.”
I want to draw this out, but I am losing my control. My tongue thrusts into her while I push my finger in her ass.
“Holden!”
I can feel her clenching around me, her hand fisting in my hair, and then she releases me, slamming her hands on the glass as she falls apart. I hold her up as much as I can, working to keep my mouth where she needs me.
After a few seconds, her moaning stops, and she sinks to the ground, and I catch her, shifting so she’s on my lap, her head resting on my shoulder as she pants.
“You’re glorious,” I tell her.
Sophie chuckles softly. “I beg to differ. I think it’s you who is glorious.”
I move us so that, as I stand, I still have her in my arms and then I set her onto the bed. Sophie naked in the window was gorgeous, but her on the bed in those heels is stunning. God, I might blow my load right here.
With a crooked finger, she motions me to her. “There are things a wife should do for her husband.”
“Oh?” I ask, standing in front of her naked body.
She shifts onto her knees, her smile playful. “Most definitely.”
“And what might those things be?”
She runs her finger down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as she goes. “Well, if we think about my vows, the first was to have and hold you through sickness and health.”
“I’m pretty healthy.”
She nods. “Yes, and when I was sick, you were there.”
I push her hair back. “Always.”
“Then there was richer or poorer.”
That’s a very complicated one. We are incredibly rich with money neither of us wants to touch.
She moves to the next button. “No matter what, that’s not an issue for either of us.”
