Page 107 of Victorious: Part 3
Clover continues drinking, but her eyes are clearer now, more alert. The glucose is already starting to work its magic. She’s still grumpy, but she’s my grumpy wife, and watching her take care of herself, even reluctantly, fills me with this fierce protective love that threatens to overwhelm me.
“There,” she says after finishing half the juice box. “Happy now?”
“Getting there.” I lean over, brushing her hair away from her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear. “But I can think of a few other ways to make sure you’refullyawake.”
The change in her is immediate. Her breath catches, and I feel the subtle shift as her body responds to my touch. “Phoenix…”
“Keep drinking,” I murmur against her skin, lifting off her T-shirt, then trailing kisses down her neck. “I want you to finish every drop while I take care of you.”
She shivers as I guide her back against the pillows, my hands gentle but insistent while I start kissing down the middle of her body. “If being a good girl and drinking juice means you’re gonna go down on me…” she says, her voice already breathless, “… then I’m going to start every day being a good girl for you.”
I chuckle against her stomach, the sound vibrating through both of us. “Is that a promise?”
“Maybe,” she murmurs, arching into my touch as I kiss my way down her thighs.
My hands find the waistband of her panties, and I slide themdown her legs, and off, her hips instinctively bucking with need. I chuckle at how needy she is as I duck my head up through the sheets. “You better still be sucking on that juice for me, baby.”
She raises her brow. “I’ll suck on that juice, and you get to work, down there. We both have our parts to play right now, Presley,” she teases, signaling for me to get back to work.
Saucy little bitch.
Grinning widely, I wink and duck back under the sheets, my lips trailing kisses along her thighs, her hips pressing up, making no mistake where she wants me right now. Sliding into position, I will never get sick of looking at her beautiful pussy and knowing that I am the only man who will ever be able to touch her here. “Allmine,” I whisper, then lean forward, flicking my tongue out against her clit.
She moans, her thighs instinctively locking against the sides of my head. The sound is raw, almost startled, like I’ve stolen the breath from her lungs, and it drives me wild. She tastes like sweetness and heaven with a sinful twist.
I slide one finger inside her, slow and deliberate, curling just right until her hips lift off the bed. And I don’t stop. Her moans deepen, ragged and delicious, her hips rolling up to meet my mouth in pure, unrestrained want. Her thighs tremble around me, the muscles flexing with tension. When I add a second finger, then a third, her moan cracks open, sharp, high, desperate.
I glance up, and she’s a fucking vision, head thrown back, hair messy and wild across the pillow, one hand tangled in the sheets while the other grips my hair like a lifeline.
“Jesus, Phoenix,” she gasps, her voice breaking apart. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I growl against her soaked heat. “Let go for me, baby. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
She whimpers, that sound turning guttural as I wrap my lipsaround her clit and suck, hard. Her entire body arches, bowing off the bed when her orgasm hits, violent and intense, crashing through her. Her cry is loud and uncontrolled, followed by broken moans as I work her through it, refusing to stop until she’s wrung out and wrecked.
Only when she goes boneless beneath me do I pull away, my mouth wet with her release, and I fucking love how she tastes on my lips.
Rising slowly, I deliberately crawl up the bed until I’m hovering above her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and glassy, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling fast.
“You’re insatiable,” she pants, reaching up, curling her fingers around the back of my neck. “Come here.”
I crash my mouth to hers, tasting her, devouring her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. My cock throbs painfully hard between us, but I don’t rush it. I kiss her like she’s oxygen, like I need her to breathe with me.
When I finally pull back, I press my forehead to hers, grinning. “You want more?”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I smirk, standing, slide off my underwear, then reach into the nightstand beside us. She raises an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her expression, until I pull out a small, curved pink vibrator and flick it on, the gentle hum filling the room.
“You kept it here?” she asks, breath catching as I slide back onto the bed.
“I was hoping we’d get the chance to play.”
She smiles mischievously as I trail the vibrator along her inner thigh, teasing, not quite touching where she wants me most.
“You game, Mrs. Evans?”
Her grin is wicked, and I love seeing her open up to this more playful side. “Always.”
