Page 36 of Splintered Security
“My wife is beautiful. And I’m going to eat her until she’s so tired, she can’t see straight.”
I laugh and watch as he draws the fingers of one hand over my breast, around my nipple, giving it a sharp pinch, down to my ribs, where he lazily and ever so slowly makes his way to my center. I’m panting, desperate, and can’t give a rip that I’m his personal porno while he’s fully dressed. When his fingers get to my core, he thumbs my clit, watching my face.
I lose his gaze when he stares down between my legs, because his thumb does some serious magic and it takes allmy concentration. I close my eyes and lift my hips. “Please, Ren.”
I lose his warmth at my core, but just for a second as he shifts, and my legs move over his shoulders, and his mouth isthere. His warm, flat tongue licks me from slit to clit as his hands hold me to his mouth. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He does it again and again. “Never going to have enough.”
If he keeps speaking, I don’t know. I writhe. I jerk. I roll my hips to get more or to get less, maybe both. The pleasure he’s building overwhelms my senses. He gives me two fingers. At the same time, he sucks hard on my clit, flicking his tongue somewhere, and I explode. My core erupts in wave after wave of the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever known, white light bursting behind my eyelids.
When I scream, I have no clue if my words are coherent. And I don’t care. Because it doesn’t stop. It ebbs but doesn’t dissipate.
He removes his fingers and tongue fucks me before returning to my clit and torturing me again and again.
I can’t even register what he’s doing, but I know he’s ravenous, and he’s not patient anymore. My legs go wider as he burrows in deeper. He blows and sucks, nips and flicks, and provides me with the most ecstasy I’ve ever known.
“Ren, oh God, Ren.” I hold his head, shamelessly rocking my pussy into his face, moaning and calling his name. When the second or third orgasm rocks through me, it’s softer, but pulls deeper and extends longer. I arch my neck and let the longest moan of my life flow from deep in my gut to fill the room.
I have no idea how long I float in the bliss of my orgasm high. I’m boneless and sated and happy. I could sleep for an age and I might even try to.
Lips hit my clit for a kiss and I jerk, still so sensitive. “Sweet as sunshine.”
Ren kisses my pubic bone, then my belly. He places his lips between my breasts before they land on my mouth.
This kiss is different. It’s hot, it’s deep, but it’s tender. Although, that isn’t the right word either. It’smore. It’s more than lust. It’s more than passion.
His hips fall where my legs are parted and his long thick cock through his jeans presses slow and long at my core through his jeans. I lift my legs to circle his hips, to cradle him and to welcome him.
I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, looming like an Italian god, ready to strike or make love to end the world.
And for the first time in so, so long, I smile.
Ren
“Mrs. Gallo, you are stunning when you come. I’m so glad you weren’t riding my face, because watching you shouldn’t be missed.”
She closes her eyes, and if her face weren’t already flushed so red, I’d bet shewould blush at my words.
“Next time, maybe… Though now that I know what you look like, I may not be willing to let you come without seeing it for myself. Shame, because reverse cowgirl or doggy or—” I press into her core with each word. “Or sixty-nine?—”
A hand slaps over my mouth as her eyes bug out. But the amusement or embarrassment on her face are enough to make me laugh. And that movement has me rocking against her clit and makes her face morph.
“Fuck, Wife. You are beautiful.” I lean down and take her mouth one last time, before hovering above her. “Orgasms make me hungry. You want me to feed you?”
She pulls her head back, perplexed. Maybe I gauged that incorrectly. “Am I wrong?”
She blushes furiously and lets a hand trail down my side and between us, though there’s not much room. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Don’t you want to…”
“Don’t I want what?” I taunt. The innocent look on her face is too good not to enjoy. She’s not naïve, but she doesn’t say what she needs, and I want that from her. I want it like I’ve never wanted anything else.
“I mean, don’t you need some—” There’s a long pause as she clamps her eyes shut. “Relief? Can I take care of you?”
I place a soft kiss to her lips and whisper there, “I’m all yours. Do whatever you want to.”
I sit up on my heels, before rolling to my back, extending a hand for her to accept.
