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I lower my head and lick a slow line from her entrance up to her clit, tasting her, groaning into her like I’ve just been given my first hit of oxygen. She gasps, her hips twitching, but my grip tightens on her thighs, pinning her exactly where I want her.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Stay open for me.”
I work her with my tongue. Slow circles, teasing flicks, watching every reaction play across her face. Her head tips back.
“Eyes on me,” I growl.
She forces herself to look, and fuck, the sight nearly undoes me. Her pupils are blown, her lips parted, and her chest rising and falling fast.
I suck her clit between my lips, adding two fingers inside her, curling them until she’s panting. Every moan vibrates against my mouth, spurring me on.
Her thighs start to tremble, the muscles clenching around my head. She’s close. Too close.
I pull back just enough to speak, my lips brushing her. “Soak me, Stephanie. I want every drop.”
Her body bows, the sound she makes is half a sob, half a scream. The gush hits my tongue, and I drink her down, holding her through it until she’s shuddering and gasping my name.
When she finally collapses back against the couch, I lick my fingers clean, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. I can’t stop watching her. Studying her. Being fascinated by her.
“You taste like sin,” I murmur.
Her gaze drops to my cock, hard and aching.
“Now,” I say, stepping between her legs, “let’s watch how well my wife takes every inch of me.”
At the hospital, that was too fast, too rough. This time, I want to watch my dick slide in and out of her. Really see how well she takes me.
Chapter 52
STEPHANIE
Song- Masterpiece, Motionless In White
He stands up, teasing me with his dick in my face; I’m desperate to lick that pre-cum away. But I don’t. I wait for my instructions, because I want him to make love to me.
“Lay down.”
I do as he says, my legs falling open for him like they were made to. He climbs onto the sofa, between my legs. His cock in his hand, the head brushing against my sensitive clit, sending a shiver through me.
“Look at me,” he says. It’s not loud. It doesn’t need to be.
I do, holding his gaze as he presses forward. The first inch burns in the best way, stretching me slowly, my body trying to accommodate him. My breath catches, my nails digging into the cushions on either side of me.
This is different from our first time. Because I really have time to feel him, adjust to him. Let him fucking consume me.
“Breathe, wife,” he murmurs, sliding deeper. The stretch is exquisite, filling me until there’s nowhere else for him to go.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. I cry out as he sinks deeper inside of me.
“That’s all of me. Every inch.”
He bends down, resting himself on his forearm, his other hand settling around my neck. With just enough pressure to make my head fuzzy.
He starts to move, like each thrust is deliberate, like he’s carving himself into me. There’s no frantic pace, no tearing urgency, just him watching me take him, feeling every squeeze, every flutter inside me.
Our eyes locked on each other.
