Page 20 of Liar's Heart
“Please,” I plead. Because now that he said it, I can’t imagine him inside me any other way. “I want to feel you. All of you. Please.”
He smirks. “You’re beautiful when you beg,” he says. “Such a good wife too. Good little wives keep their cunts messy, full of their husband’s cum. And you want to be my good little wife so badly, don’t you?”
To punctuate his point, the two fingers that have been teasing me come together before they’re cruelly shoved into my pussy, showing me exactly where he intends to make a mess of me. I let out a hiss at the sudden stretch, then a low moan when those wicked digits find my G-spot. He firmly strokes me right there, and my knees almost buckle, but his hand wrapped around my thigh keeps me steady. “Can you come like this, baby? From me rubbing you here just right? Or do you need your clit to come?”
I can feel my walls pulsing around his fingers, desperate for more. “Yes, but… but it’s easier if I’ve already gotten off once. My clit’s faster to get me there.”
He hums and slowly withdraws his fingers while my pussy miserably tries to hold him inside. Those same fingers then slide further back and begin gently tracing the puckered ridge there. “And anal?” he asks. “Does getting your ass fucked make you come?”
I gasp at the foreign sensation. “I… I’ve never done that before.”
He firms his fingers up slightly, now massaging instead of just teasing. I can hear the wicked promise in his voice as he says, “You will. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you how good I can make you feel here too. Bend over more. Open up for me.”
I do as he says, sliding my hands further down the wall to grant him the access he demands. Hanging my head between my shoulders, I focus on steadying my breathing and relaxing into Ender’s touch. He leans in closer to my ear to murmur, “I love that I get to be the one to show you how good this can be. How good I can make you feel here. I’m going to break this hole in until it knows the shape of my cock by heart.” And then he slowly pushes a finger into me.
I gasp and tense, which only amplifies the feeling. Ender swears. “Your ass is so fucking tight. It’s going to take some time to work up to my dick, but we’ll get there. Don’t worry.”
He slowly eases into fucking my ass with his finger, testing different angles and depths until he finds the combination that coaxes my body to relax into the feeling. His hand disappears off my thigh, and before I can open my eyes to see what he’s doing, I feel water spraying on my pussy, then he hones in on my clit with the shower head. It feels good enough to pull a moan out of me, but not enough to offer any relief at all, even with how tightly wound I am. The moan quickly turns into a whine as I rock my hips in an attempt to increase the pressure from the water, but all I succeed in doing is fucking myself onto his hand while he works a second finger in, stretching me tight.
Ender praises me while he works, telling me how well I’m taking his fingers, how I’m such a good wife for giving my body to him to play with. Every filthy compliment he pays me pushes me closer to frenzy. I’m trapped in the most exquisite torture, dancing on the brink of euphoria but unable to catch it. My wails echo against the tile, the hymn of my surrender ringing out for my husband’s satisfaction. And then he abruptly withdraws, both his fingers and the showerhead gone in an instant.
The sudden loss of stimuli is too much, a breath of emptiness before the stinging ache begins to tear through me again. My fingers are clenching against the tile, desperate for anything to ground me. My breath hitches once, twice, and then, as if my body has no choice but to find another pathway to release, hot tears spill from my eyes. Ender wraps an arm around my waist, splaying his big hand across my belly in a reassuring gesture, reminding me that he’s here, and he has me while I stand here shaking and sobbing. That he may be the one pushing my body to its limits, but only to bring me equally intense pleasure. Only to give me what I need.
Tears are still sliding down my face, but my breathing is starting to even out as I let his touch center me. I close my eyes and breathe, focusing on the soothing heat from hispalm, his chest brushing my back as it rises and falls, before he leans down and presses feather-soft kisses into the oversensitive skin on my back. A shiver licks up my spine, and I gasp, but he just holds me tighter and continues.
And then, with a touch as light as his kisses, he resumes the gentle tracing of my swollen cunt while I cry. His mouth only stops long enough to purr over my degradation between kisses. “Little wife. My little wife with her wet little cunt begging for a little relief. Making those pathetic little noises while she squirms in my hands. You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry for me. I can’t wait to see what's prettier, the tears you make when you’re desperate to come or when I fill your throat.”
The thought of finally being able to taste him is what breaks me. I only manage a whispered, “Please,” but Ender still hears me.
His fingers stop, and he lifts his head as I choke out another plea. “Please, what, baby?”
I can barely get the words out, but I manage them all the same. “Please. Fuck me. Let me come. Let me touch you.Please.”
He steps back, standing me up and finally releasing me from the wall, then his fingers pinch my chin and guide me to face him. When I open my eyes, the wolf’s smile has taken over his face, ravenous eyes and all.The better to eat you with, my dear.“I thought you’d never ask.”
I haveboth of us rinsed down and toweled off in record time. Merrick’s still shrieking from me taking a towel to her hair a little too aggressively when I scoop her into my arms and bridal-carry her to our bed. I’ll sit and comb the snarls out of her hair myself to make up for it.
After.
Carefully, I set her down on top of the bed and watch as she moves to the center before joining her, kneeling on the bed at her feet. Between her inky hair tousled and splayed across the pillows and lingering droplets of water pooling in the valleys of her curves, she looks every inch the siren she is. I've followed her song for so fucking long the icy tide lapping at my feet feels more like a homecoming than my downfall. I’d carve gills into my own neck if that’s what it took to be with her.
With a hand on either side of her bent knees, I gently begin to peel her thighs apart and order, “Show me what’s mine.”
The most beautiful blush crawls across her chest and cheeks as her breath hitches, but she obeys my command. “Good wife,” I praise and watch the blush burn even hotter before bending down to better inspect my claim.
The sight of her swollen, flushed pussy fully bared to me is breathtaking, her engorged clit a glistening pearl tucked between blooming petals. Sliding down onto my stomach, I settle between her thighs. Merrick's lust-dark eyes hang on my every move, her attention intoxicating. I make a show of running my nose along her slit, inhaling the scent of her arousal with a moan before spreading her apart with my fingers, exposing all of that pretty cunt. She watches me as I soak in the view of her most intimate parts, the places meant only for me, for the first time.
I can’t help but tell her, “You are so beautiful here,” before giving the overripe berry of her clit a reverential kiss. Her inhale is so sharp she damn near jerks away from me, so I pull her legs up over my shoulders and lock an arm around one of her thighs, pinning her hips down with the palm of my hand pressing into her belly. I lay gentle kisses up and down my wife’s pussy before plunging my tongue into her, lapping at her walls to gather as much of her sweetness as I can. The little I took from her fingers was nothing compared to drinking straight from the source. She's so fucking sweet, sugar and sex on my tongue.
Merrick starts to squirm beneath me, chasing my mouth with her hips, trying to get me to touch her where she wants. Two of my fingers replace my tongue at the same time I latch my mouth to her clit, and she gasps. With how tightly wound I’ve kept her, I’m not planning to drag this first orgasm out any longer than necessary. There will be plenty of time to toy with this pussy to my heart’s content later, but right now, I need her to come for me. Licking right around that sweet spot, I run my tongue in circles around her clit until her pussy flutters on my fingers, and she starts whimpering. The second I begin to suck on her clit in earnest, her hands fly to myhead. Fingers twine into my hair as she arches her back and fucks my face.
Fuck. Yes.
Every tug on my hair sends an electric current straight to my dick as she uses my mouth to get herself off. I hold on for dear life, trying to maintain the rhythm that’s making her squeal while she climbs higher and higher. A few strokes later, Merrick shatters, wrapping those beautiful thighs around my head and screaming for me.
We ride out the waves of her release together as I gently guide her back down. She’s boneless and panting, flushed, and a little cum-drunk, but her eyes are still with me. I withdraw my fingers from her drenched pussy and lick them clean before climbing up to land next to her. Cradling her head in my hands, I search her face and ask, “How are you? How was that?”
She lets out a small laugh, and a dreamy smile curls her lips. All that comes out, though, is a whispered, “Wow.”
