Page 115 of Unveil
So if my wife says sucking my cock is what she wants, then my cock is gonna be what my wife fucking gets.
She finishes unzipping my jeans but doesn’t free me yet. Instead, her nails drag up my abs, scratching over my ribs, pecs, and teasing me until I rip my shirt off over my head. The night air prickles goosebumps across my skin before her warm palms smooth them down.
Her hands pause on the tattoo at my side, nails tracing the dancing skeleton ballerina.
“This one’s for me, isn’t it?”
The quiet question comes out unsure even though she has to know the truth by now. She’s always been mine. Her eyes are wide with awe, softening in a way that cracks me open.
My voice comes out deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Everything’s for you.”
She bites her lip, and the sight makes me throb at the base of my cock. Emboldened, she digs her nails into my skin harder, dragging them lower, somehow already knowing I like the pain. The fact that she’s learning me, reading my body like a dance she’s rehearsed in secret, damn near undoes me.
Her touch trails the lines of my Adonis belt to the edge of my boxer briefs. Delicate fingers tremble over my hard bulge as she curves them around the elastic. The tremor is slight, but it reverberates in my veins and ricochets doubt in my mind. What does hesitance mean? Anticipation? Fear?
I catch her hands. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Are youkidding?”She huffs a laugh that releases the tension in my chest. “I need your cock in my mouth, or I’ll perish this very instant.”
But then she adds sheepishly, “I’ve… never done this before.”
Relief washes through me, with overwhelming desire flooding in right on its heels.
Of course I knew that, but goddamndoes it still sound good. I’ve already claimed her, but something about this being entirely her decision? It hits differently. It’s trust and vulnerability allwrapped up in one gorgeous, stunning, breakable piece she’s never given anyone else. Another gift, and I’m going to treat it with the reverence it deserves.
My heart pounds so hard I swear it echoes through the forest as I take her hands, steadying us both.
“Remember, neither have I, birdie. Anything you do will blow my mind, trust me on that.”
She licks her lips, and my cock jolts behind my briefs.
“Can you… show me what you might like then?”
Christ. If I could lay her down and devour every inch of her, I would, right fucking now.
But that’s not what she wants, and with her hands in mine, familiarity teases my mind. I’ve held them like this before. Once when I led her across a shimmering lake dance floor at Masque, and again on the worn, firelit floorboards at the cabin. I’ve always led her in our dance. It makes every sense to lead her in this too.
So I nod.
“I’ll show you everything.”
My fingers guide hers, tugging my boxer briefs down over my painfully hard length. Her eyes widen when I spring free, glistening at the tip. Firelight licks every vein and ridge that wrecked her yesterday, making her come over and over again during my claiming.
It takes me a minute to remember she’s never seen me this close, never even held me. The way she takes me in right now is a heady sensation, making me feel like I’m actually worth a damn. Maybe with her, I can be.
Her tongue slips out to wet her lips again, and she lets me circle her careful fingers around my hot length, one hand stacked over the other. Her fingertips don’t quite meet as I stroke them up and down my cock. I hiss when I round her palm over my crown, sparks ripping through me already. Her eyesflick up to mine, watching me, no doubt mentally noting every muscle twitch of pleasure, just like I do with her. I don’t look away as I show her exactly how to give me what I want.
“Stroke me like this. Don’t be gentle,” I murmur, tightening her grip. “Fuck, that’s it. Almost as tight as your pretty cunt was for me yesterday.”
“Only for you,” she breathes.
My pulse stutters, and I grit out. “You’ve got that right.”
She takes over, and I gather her curls in one hand. They slide like silk over my knuckles as I twist the mass of them around my fist at the base of her head. My other hand cups her jaw.
“You ready to take me, sweet wife?”
She shivers, then nods.
