Page 121 of Antiletum
I become aware of my surroundings enough to force my eyes open, to focus through my soul bending orgasm to watch Val coming all over his own stomach, staining that tantalizing black hair against his abs white.
His deep groans through each pulse make me want to climb off his lap, get on my hands and knees on the floor. Tell him to fuck me from behind. Take me however he wants me just as long as he keeps making those noises.
Our breathing is intense and loud when our bodies stop shuddering, but there’s no quiet moment to soak in the afterglow.
No.
As soon as cum stops flying from his cock, Val is letting his shirt fall, dipping into the pool of white on his stomach briefly. He rips it over his head, swipes it across himself so mindlessly he barely cleans up at all, and snaps both palms behind my ass, standing.
He marches us across the conservatory and throws me down to the bed on the floor, intentions abundantly clear.
I have no time to react or comment or process at all before Val has my legs bent back, pushed so far my knees are sitting at my shoulders. Absolutely starving for me. Ravenous. All his patience for anticipation melting away. I hook my arms under my thighs and grab my heels, holding myself open.
Val buries his head in my cunt. His long, hot tongue lapping against me and licking up his own cum in hungry swipes, flicking over my clit ring once. My legs give an involuntary twitch. Val climbs up my body and snatches my cheeks between his fingers, squeezing hard.
“Open,” he barely growls against my lips and clutches my cheeks tighter. I groan, my jaw hinging open. He spits our cum straight into my mouth, pushing my chin closed and covering my mouth with his palm. “Swallow.”
Those one word commands…. I catch fire beneath him.
It’s so primal, so filthy, so depraved, my skin flushes hotter, if that’s even possible. I swallow hard, taking us into my body, but not the way I want to have him. Val kisses me, wet and salty and so needy his lips cover my entire mouth, part of my chin. I reach for his cock, but he yanks me up to sit, ripping the dress off of my body to expose me fully, matching his nakedness.
He doesn’t even notice the clatter of my dress hitting the floor, thanks to the jewelry box hidden inside.
Val pushes me down to my back, eyes filled with wonder as he roams all over me, open and admiring. The boiling heat between us calms to a simmer. Just as hot but more controlled. Intentional. Becoming tangible in its intensity. A level of sweetness threading through the filth with the way my husband devours me with his stare. Loving. Enthralled. Disbelieving. “You’re so beautiful.”
It takes my breath away. A level of awareness I wasn’t quite prepared for creeping across my being.
“Val. I need… I need…” I don’t even know what I need right now.
“I know what you need,” he claims—no,vows—then dips his head back between my legs.
His tongue rolls out slowly, spearing straight into my cunt before pulling back in, his lips pressed against me and working just as expertly. He kisses my pussy like he’d kiss my mouth. Like he read my mind in the graveyard that night when I imagined him doing this exactly. Again showing that he knows me in every single way.
My legs are bent in and pushed to the side, fully open for Val, and I meet his tongue stroke for stroke.
“You’re so good at this,” I whimper, liquid heat spreading all over.
“I know,” he says, muffled against my flesh. Arrogant and sure.
And then, he bites down on my clit, turning his head to give my piercing a hard tug while he flicks his tongue over it. I instantly come,drenching between my thighs and all over Val’s chin and lips that have closed over my clit, sucking the whole thing into his mouth, using the flat of his tongue against me to carry me through the orgasm. Humming his contentment and vibrating me from within.
My legs fall limp; my husband comes up to kneel between them. Serious. He fists his cock, giving it two slow, hard strokes. Gazing down at all of my hot, flushed skin.
I sit up, reaching for him.
Palm to my chest he pushes me back down. “Not yet.”
Val lays slowly on top of me, stroking himself right against my wet, ready pussy. My hands find his face, exploring it to feel every angle of him. We kiss. Hot and hard.
“I want all of you, Delaney,” Val whispers. “Let me in.”
His hands cover mine, fingers lacing together. He extends my arms far above my head, pinning me down. It’s so similar to how he tied me up to pierce me, only now I have his delicious weight pressing between my legs.
“Please,” I beg, asking for something different from him.
Val’s about to get just what he wants. If he doesn’t fuck me now, I really am going to cry.
He adjusts his hips, lining up with my entrance. It doesn’t take much, given how wet I am. Given how ready I am from how he separated me with his tongue. He pushes forward, so slow. Stretching me and making me nice and wide so he can fit.
