Page 56 of Made For You
“I bet your pussy is the color of a peach’s center. All dark-pinks and reds. I bet it’ll be tight around my cock the way a peach squeezes its pit too.”
I had no idea how Talon was capable of driving and flicking my clit. Before him, I never had a man be able to talk dirty and rub my clit at the same time, yet here was Talon, doing all three—something previously incomprehensible.
My legs started to shake as I felt my releases inching closer. I was already so worked up from the interaction in the bar that it wasn’t going to take me long to go over the crest.
“You going to come, wife?”
“Yes,” I moaned, gripping his forearm to hold myself steady against his hand. My body exploded the moment he smoothly turned the car onto my street without braking, and by the time I came back into myself, Talon had parked the car in my driveway and was making his way around to me.
He yanked open the door before I could even finish unlatching the seatbelt, and I found myself upside down, being carried fireman-style over his shoulders. My bag dangled from his arm as he shut the door, then he carried me to the front door. He shoved his key in the lock and cursed impatiently when the knob didn’t budge. I squirmed on his shoulder, trying to force some friction between my legs, because just him carrying me like this had restarted my engine.
Finally, after what felt like a decade, the door unlocked, and Talon carried me inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. The dim lamp I kept on in the corner of the living room cast shadows that cascaded through the area. It barely illuminated the opening of the kitchen.
Suddenly, I was flipped around, and my ass collided with the counter of my island. Talon’s palms rested on my knees, slowly snaking up the center of my thighs until his body pressed against my legs. His lips brushed against mine in the softest of sweeps.
“Spread these legs, peaches. Show your husband how well you can obey.”
A moan reverberated from my throat as I submitted, opening my legs as wide as the counter would allow. I rested each foot on one of the bar stools jutting out from the island.
“Good girl, listening to your husband like a good little wife.” Talon’s fingers slid toward the outside of my thighs, then up to my waist, clasping the cotton of my panties along the way. “Do you like these?”
I shook my head, then said, “No.”
The tearing of material echoed through my kitchen, and Talon tossed the panties somewhere behind him.
He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth quickly, then he moved in light pecks along my cheek, jaw, then neck. His hands came up to cup my breasts as he licked and nipped the sensitive skin at the spot where my shoulder met my neck. I resisted the urge to close my legs, wanting to use my heels to pull his body against mine. I wanted to feel his stiff erection against my center.
“Talon,” I whimpered as his fingers slipped beneath the slinky fabric of my dress and caressed my nipples. My breasts had always been extremely sensitive. None of my previous boyfriends or lovers had ever picked up on that, but Talon did almost immediately. He urged the neckline down and stroked the hardened tips before setting his lips around one nipple. He licked the peak in swirls and flicks. My body was still so highly alert from the finger-fucking in the car that I could barely stand the ministration he was giving each breast. Just when I thought I’d had enough, Talon pulled his mouth and hands free, then squatted before me.
“Do you want my mouth here, wife? Would you like that?” His fingers had pushed my dress up to my waist, leaving me exposed on the island. His hands rested on the insides of my thighs, his thumbs stroking my soaked folds, teasing me but not slipping in where I really wanted to feel him.
Moaning, I replied, “Yes.”
Talon leaned forward, his nose brushing against the pulsing area. “Yes, what?”
I had no idea what he wanted me to say, so I replied with the first thing that came to mind, praying it would put me out of my misery. “Yes, husband.”
“Fuck, yes you do, peaches.”
Immediately, Talon’s mouth sucked on my clit while a single finger rubbed up and down my slit before slipping inside. I squirmed on the counter, letting out a whimper, and Talon wrapped his free arm around my waist to settle me in place.
His strokes were slow, in and out of my channel, but his tongue moved in ways I’d never experienced.
Talon’s name tumbled from my lips in a soft cry as his finger rubbed against a certain spot inside my body that a man rarely ever found.
“That’s it, wife. Come on my tongue. Let me taste all of you.”
His mouth and finger worked in tandem as he brought me closer to the edge faster than I ever reached it on my own.
“Oh, God!” I cried out when I came, my voice rattling as I clenched his hair, riding out the waves against his face. Talon’s fingers gripped my body, pulling me closer as I writhed on his tongue.
When my shakes finally subsided, he leaned back, his face glistening with my juices but smiling as if I just gifted him the sweetest of treasures.
“Wow.” My voice was rough and breathy as I tried to calm my racing heart.
Talon finally stood, wiping his face on his sleeve, but not before he licked his lips clean. I noticed the protruding rod behind his suit pants, and desire filled me to return the favor.
On shaky legs, I hopped down from the counter and kneeled in front of him, reaching up to unbutton his pants. His hands landed on top of mine, halting my movements.
