Page 119 of The Sound in Silence

“Oh yeah?” I retrieve the loofah. “Where’s that, wife?”

“My pussy.”

She lifts her left leg and drapes it over my shoulder, placing her pretty cunt inches from my mouth. She never said how to clean her, but I drop the loofah in exchange for massaging her inner thighs until she rewards me with a moan.

“Good boy,” she murmurs her praise, testing the statement with a whisper. “That feels really nice, but I’m still aching. Clean me with your mouth, Erico. Lick my pussy until I come on your face.”

Gladly.Her commands, spoken with sex, will be addictive.

With both my thumbs, I part her pussy lips, baring that little ball of nerves that’s about to make her lose her mind. I blow on her clit first, then flick my tongue against it, then blow again until she groans. Fingers weave in my hair and then she presses weight onto my head, shoving me right into her pussy.

“I saidlick. Don’t tease.”

“Your wish is my command,sirena.”

Keeping her parted with my thumbs, I lick, flicking my tongue back and forth over her core, and then covering her with my mouth, fucking my tongue inside her heat. Her hold on my hair becomes painful and she controls my movements, pushing her hips against my face. Riding herself to her orgasm.

She quickly comes, drenching my face in ways the shower is failing to. Her cry is one that’ll reverberate in this room until the next one she gives me. And for our entire lives.

I was so damned close to losing her today. Not again.

Panting, she yanks on my hair until I detach from her. My lips are soaked and I meet her eyes. Her heated smile as she cups my cheeks makes my erection throb.

“So good at that.”

“How else can I serve you, wife?”

“Take me to our bed and fuck me.”

She doesn’t need to ask again. I stand and she drops her leg from my shoulder, reaching behind to switch off the shower. I lift her in my arms and walk us both out the bathroom and toward the bed. Water darkens the thick carpet and I couldn’t care less.

I drop her onto the bed, stepping between her legs, but she moves instantly, rolling to her knees and off the bed. She points to where she was just lying with her teeth scraping over her bottom lip.

“I wasn’t done with you. On your back.”

I obey her but not before flicking her nipple with my thumb as I pass, watching as the tight bud gets harder, her lips pressing together to hide how much she enjoys it. It’s fun to witness her control slip bit by bit.

Once I’m on my back, she climbs over me and rubs her wet pussy against my cock. Her hands link with mine, positioning them by my head and pinning me down.

“You look so sexy like this, Ariella.”

“And you look so perfect, submitting to me like this.”

“Only to you.”

The next rock of her hips has my cock inside her tight heat. She squeezes my cock head and then the shaft as she lowers herself inch by inch, her breaths coming deeper. She moves up and down, wetting me before taking me entirely inside her.

“God, you feel so good buried inside me.” She groans, her head tipping back, her control slipping again.

I grip her hip with one hand and urge her to lean back with my other as she moves. It puts her core at a different angle, my cock brushing the most sensitive part of her.

“And you feel fucking fantastic, wife.”

Through her breathy moans, she smiles, meeting my eyes as her head rolls to her chest. Her hand balances on my abs. “I ever tell you, I love being referred to as that? When you say it, it feelsright.”

“Because we are right, Ariella. Two sides of a seashell that have found one another.”

“Perfect for one another in every way,” she agrees, sinking down on me at the same time I thrust. “I love you, Erico, but now, fuck me. I command you to.”

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