Until I'm tugging athishair.
His fingers curl into mythighs.
He pins me tothebed.
And he licks meharder.
Harder.
There.
Pleasure floods mypelvis.
It's exactly whatIneed.
He's exactly whatIneed.
My muscles relax as he works me. His tongue is soft and wet, and fuck, it's right where Ineedit.
The tension in my sexbuilds.
That piercing taps against myflesh.
"Fuck, Kit." I tug athishair.
It's intense. Almost toointense.
He does itagain.
Again.
Again.
I buck against hismouth.
I groanhisname.
Every flick of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge. That tension windstighter.
Tighter.
There.
With the next flick of his tongue, everythingreleases.
I scream his name asIcome.
The world goes white. It's bliss, nothing but pure, sweetbliss.
That's my husband betweenmylegs.
It's so fuckingromantic.
But Ineedmore.
I tug at his hair. "You need to benaked.Now."
"You too." He pushes himself to his feet, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, undoeshistie.