Page 122 of The Wrong Husband
I slip the blade between her neckline and skin and, without touching her skin, I tug. The cloth tears. I slice through the fabric some more, until the slit exposes her cleavage, then I set the knife aside. I release my hold on her wrists completely, only to grip the gaping ends of her torn neckline and tearing the dress down the middle.
"Whoa." She blinks. "That’s impressive."
"Right?" I concede. I slide my palms under her heavy breasts and weigh them. "Your tits are fucking gorgeous."
"They are, right?"
I look up to find a small smile curving her lips, her eyes twinkling with laughter. I push her breasts together and squeeze. She gasps. I bend down and lick my way up her cleavage. Then press tiny kisses up her throat until I reach her mouth. Then, reaching for a spoonful of the chocolate, I lick it off before I kiss her deeply.
She instantly melts into me, opening her mouth, allowing me entry. I bite down on her lower lip, and she moans. The chocolate, combined with her unique taste, is like anaphrodisiac. My thigh muscles harden. My cock lengthens further.
The kiss goes on and on, I swipe my tongue over her teeth. I suck on her tongue, until her essence fills me. When I finally lift my head, we’re both panting.
I reach for the plate of dessert, scoop up the chocolate délice, and smear it over her nipples.
"Connor," she gasps in surprise.
I proceed to bite one of her nipples before I suck the chocolate off it. Then do the same to the other. "So fucking delicious."
She pants loudly, then grabs my hair and gives it a sharp tug. The pulse at the base of her throat flutters like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.Like she’s caught in my life.I’m never letting her go. Never.
I reach down between us, slide my fingers into her panties and cup her pussy. "You’re so wet for me, baby."
She huffs out a breath, then angles her body so she’s humping my fingers.
"Not yet." I pull back, forcing her to lower her legs.
She whines.
I ease her panties down her legs. Then reach for the chocolate and paint it over her pussy lips. Little jolts of anticipation spiral up her body. Laid out on the table, with my saliva glistening on her breasts, and the chocolate smeared on her pussy, she looks like a feast.
Unable to stop myself, I sink to my knees between her thighs and throw them over my shoulders. Then I stare at the moist quivering flesh between her thighs.
I lean in and blow on her pussy. She shudders and tries to squeeze her legs shut. I stop her with my hands on her inner thighs. Then I lean in and sniff her deeply.
That draws another moan from her. And when I lick her from the knot of flesh between her butt cheeks, up the valley between her pussy lips, to her swollen clit, she cries out. Once again, her body rises off the table. But I hold her down.
The bitterness of the chocolate combined with the sweetness of her cum tastes like liquid desire.
I lick up her pussy, curling my tongue around her pulsing clit, and she digs her fingertips into my scalp.
The pinpricks of pain cascade down my spine, tightening the knot at the base. I slide two fingers inside her cunt, and she huffs. I begin to saw my fingers in and out of her while also slurping on her pussy.
A low, broken sound emerges from her throat.
It’s animalistic and needy, and it calls to me in a way I can’t ignore. I curl my fingers inside her, and bite down on her swollen bud.
Instantly, she begins to shudder. Moisture drips down her inner thighs.
"Ohmigod, Connor, I’m coming."
"Not yet." I move up her body and stare into her eyes. "You won’t come until I allow it."
She nods.
Her instant agreement ratchets up my desire, until I can’t hold back anymore. Reaching down between us, I undo the button at my waistband then lower my zipper.
Reaching into the pocket of my pants, I grab a condom before I allow them to drop, then push down my boxers. I sheath my swollen cock and fit it against her weeping slit.
