Page 64 of Moonlight & Matrimony
The taste of her arousal on my tongue sends a flood of desire coursing through my veins, making me absolutely ravenous. “You taste like heaven.”
I curl my fingers inward, keeping a steady pace as I feel her pussy clench around them. Her breathing is erratic and I know she’s close. “Come for me, Trouble. Come all over my face.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screams, her orgasm coursing through her as I swirl my tongue around her clit, stroking her through her climax until her muscles go slack.
“That’s my good little slut.” She inhales a sharp breath, and for a moment I wonder if I went too far, but she just spears me with an intense stare.
Ivy
“I need you,” I breathe, my body still recovering from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Luca stands at the end of the table, his solid body on full display, the evidence of his desire straining against his boxers. There’s a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and I’m damn near feral for it. I want him to take me hard and make me unravel at the seams. I’m so used to feeling fragile. But right now, I want to be ravaged.
Luca reaches up, clasping the binding in his fist before lowering my arms and helping me off the table. He spins me around, bending me over the surface, and his cock brushes against my ass. He’s hard and thick, and I’m growing impatient. “Baby… please…”
“I told you I’d make you beg, didn’t I? Are you begging for my cock?”
Luca glides his hand between my soft thighs, teasing me with just the tips of his fingers. As if my body has a mind of its own, I thrust my hips back, seeking friction, but he steps away, denying me. I groan in agonizing frustration.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I growl through gritted teeth.
He lays a stinging slap on my right cheek. That’ll definitely leave a mark.
“That’s one. Keep being a brat and I’ll make you count them.” He strokes my ass, soothing the ache. “Now tell me what you need, Trouble.”
“I need your cock. Please.”
“That’s my girl.”
Ever so slowly, he lowers his boxers, freeing his erection. I don’t know if you can call a man’s cock beautiful, but fuck… it is. He strokes his length from base to tip, pre-cum glistening at the head. Suddenly, I regret being tied up and helpless. I want nothing more than to get my hands on this man.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
“Are you sure? We can do other things.”
“Yes. Please. Ineedyou.” The thought of relying on another human being for anything has always made me feel out of control, but right here, right now, I want to be reckless. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
“Baby…” I moan. His eyes bore into me when I use the term of endearment, and it’s as if he’s seeing straight into my soul. Sex has never been like this before. It feels freeing to let myself lose control; to be simultaneously devoured and worshiped. Luca stalks over to the table with purpose, his hand finding my hip as he lines his thick cock up to my entrance, sinking all the way into me until our hips are flush.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So wet.”
“Mmmm.” It’s all the response I can muster before he starts to rock into me at a delicious pace, hitting me in just the right spot. One hand holds onto my hip while his other snakes around me, circling my clit with his fingers. I’m already teetering on the precipice, ready to plunge headlong into the abyss, but I’m not ready for this to be over. “Wait. I want to taste you.”
Without further encouragement, he pulls out and positions himself so that his cock is lined up with my mouth.
“Open,” he commands. His gruff voice sends goosebumps scattering across my flesh. I lick my lips, then open my mouth, allowing him to glide his length along my tongue, circling the tip in a tantalizingly slow lick. Luca wraps my braid around his fist before using his hold to guide my movements. I’ve never felt so out of control in the best way. He’s using me for his pleasure and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s a heady feeling knowing that I can unravel this stoic man, but at the same time, I know he could be my undoing, too.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I need to be inside that pretty pussy again.”
He pulls out of my mouth with a pop, releasing my hair from his fist, quickly untying my hands before helping me stand. Before I know it, I’m being lifted into the air, my legs wrapped around his waist as he walks us over to a sofa in the corner of the room. “I want you to ride me, wife. I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I shift up onto my knees, already straddling his lap, and I start to rock back and forth, taking him as deep as possible as I cling to his shoulders. His hand skates along my ribs, cupping my breast before bringing his mouth to my nipple, causing me to moan on contact.
“Oh, Luca. Fuck, you feel so good.”
