Page 16 of Her Sweetest Desires
“Why are you so damn silly?” He kissed me. “Is that all we have planned for today?”
“Shit. It wasn’t supposed to be, but it just might be. I feel like any sudden movements will snap me in half.”
I giggled and nodded my head.
As Truce hovered over me, I settled under him. His warmth was truly amazing and was the right temperature to help me fall asleep after that bomb ass massage. He placed light kisses all over my face. No space had gone untouched.
My lids fluttered close, as Truce pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it.
“I thought you were at risk of snapping in half?” I smirked.
“Most definitely am. That’s why I need to refuel.”
As the last word left Truce’s mouth, he used his knees to separate mine.
“Is that what you’re going with?”
Truce nodded then kissed my lips.
He pulled on the string of my robe, opened it, then pushed it from my shoulders. Truce’s eyes bounced all over me like it was his first time seeing me naked. After seven years, there was no way I was shy about being totally naked in front of my husband, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t blush at his admiration for what was in front of him.
I hissed when he grabbed my breasts and gave them their own little massage.
“Grab your ankles for me, Sweets.”
I could feel my body heating up as I did what he told me.
“Damn, baby girl. Look how open she is for me.”
Truce licked his lips and shook his head.
“She is so fucking pretty,” he muttered.
Truce grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed so my head was on the mattress instead of the pillow.
He had barely touched me, and I was ready to cum. Truce was about to show me something for moaning and groaning at the masseuse. Once I was where he wanted me, he slapped my sex. I tossed my head back and lifted my hips.
I needed Truce’s lips on me, but I had a feeling my punishment had already begun.
“Baby, please . . .”
“Please what? You think you running shit over here?” He used his fingertips and brushed my clit. “Hmm?”
“No, baby. I promise.”
He smirked, and I wanted to wipe it from his face, but I knew better than to move.
I licked my lips as I watched my husband watch me. Truce had me so wound up, I felt like if he didn’t touch me soon, I’d burst. I couldn’t remember the last time Truce teased me like this. Just as I opened my mouth to beg him to either touch or release me, . . . Truce sank his teeth into my thigh. My body locked up, and I came harder than I ever thought possible with no other physical contact.
Truce whistled and licked me with long strokes of his tongue that only made my body quiver more.
“Damn, Sweets. You doing it like that, mama?”
“Fuck!”
“How many more you got in you, Sweets? Hmm? You cumming for me without me actually putting in some work lets me know we gon’ miss that reservation tonight.”
Truce opened me up a little bit more and shook his head.
