Page 22 of DeLucas After Dark

I swallow the bitter pill every day. It’s yet another price I must pay for the decisions I made.

Once I stand naked, I head to the tub. The bubbling surface invites me to enter its steamy depths. As the water laps at my body and the underwater jets pulse against my spine, the tension in my melts into nothingness, relaxing me until I close my weary eyes.

A soothing massage to my scalp gently wakes me. I’m now seated in front of Sloane without knowing how she moved me. She has her legs wrapped around my torso and her fingers gently massage shampoo into my hair. Her breasts press against my back in another type of rubbing.

I push out a breath, and with it tension moves from my neck to pool in my groin. “I should be pampering you,” I say on a groan as the stimulation to my scalp sharpens the awakening of cock.

She removes her hands from my hair to sign. “You deserve a little spoiling, too. Just shut up and let me do my thing for a little while.” She presses her lips against my shoulder, and I send up a silent prayer that she’ll forgive me for ruining her plans.

“You only have yourself to blame for this,” I say as I pull free of her embrace and dunk my head under the water until my hair is free of suds.

When I stand and face her, her mouth opens in appreciation at the sight of my readiness before she snaps it close and frowns. “And what do you think you’re going to do with that? You could barely walk unassisted a minute ago.”

“Thank the rejuvenating powers of your touch.”

As she stands, water sluices down her brown skin, making her glimmer under the bathroom light. Sloane pulls me to the edge of the tub, a smile flirting with her lips. “Even in this, I know how to spoil my man.” She spins us around and nudges me to sit on the rim of the jacuzzi bath.

Then she spreads my legs. I sit there, still, open, at her mercy; my usual state. When she walks between my knees, I’m ready to feel her touch. My flesh calls for hers. My mouth waters to taste her. With our eyes focused on each other, she leans forward. I ready myself for another Sloane kiss, to fulfill the need I always have for her. Then she dips her head and bypasses my mouth to suck on my earlobe.

I gasp and instinctively grab onto her hips. Delightful shocks travel through my body, replacing the disappointment of not having her tongue in my mouth. “Sloane…”

She hums against my neck and licks the skin as she explores my body. The scent of her desire surrounds me, enshrouding me in a decadent cocoon. My skin is sensitive to every shift in her body as I wait for the next area she deems worthy of her attention.

Sloane pauses at my nipple and I steel myself for what’s to come. Has there ever been a more perfect woman? Her breath is my reason for living, her sighs drive my desire to please, and when she nibbles on me with those greedy moans, I want only to satisfy her every need.

I tunnel my fingers into her hair, encouraging her to feast on my body. She sucks until there is a bite of pain to go with the heat from her mouth and the shocks traveling through me. In this as in all things, I belong to Sloane.

While she toys with my nipples, alternating between each, her hand creeps up my thigh until she has my cock in her hand.

“Kiss me,” I demand, needing another taste of her air.

With a popping sound, she releases my sensitive bud to give me what I need. This is no coaxing kiss, but one to claim. I open to her, offering everything I have. And she takes it, greedily twirling her tongue with mine to suck on it before plundering my mouth.

I match her while breath remains in my lungs. I’ll match her even after there’s no air. Even as her strokes along my cock shatter me, I submit to her. Slowly, she leaves me with one last lingering kiss, panting against my lips.

“I want to suck on you like my favorite lollipop until you come in my mouth.”

I gently caress her cheek as I study her swollen lips and the deep desire in her eyes. “You should know, mi amor, I’m yours. Haz conmigo lo que quieras.”

She lowers her head to lick under my chin. This time, her journey to my cock takes no detours, yet the fiery path she licks to get there is a purgatory of its own. My thighs tighten in anticipation, while she edges me with the quick and fast strokes of her hand.

“I know I said I would take care of you, but I can’t help being greedy,” she says before engulfing me into the hot cavern of her mouth.

My toes curl and I barely contain my shout as Sloane puts her mouth and hands to good use. She takes nearly all of me with her first downstroke, suctioning me as if her life depends on getting me to come hard.

From the earlier scalp massage and nipple play, I can’t hold out. I tap her shoulders in warning, and she sucks even harder.

“Sloane, I’m coming!” I gasp as cum explodes from my dick.

A never-ending stream flows out of me, and my wife moans her appreciation while swallowing every drop. The vibration from her throat sends aftershocks down my spine and weakening me. I clutch her hair to keep from falling over the rim of the tub because I can’t push her away. Her mouth destroys then remakes me in the next breath.

I have no will of my own.

I have always been putty to Sloane’s whims, and in her hands, she makes me into a masterpiece. I blink my eyes open to see her pull up from my cock and suck my balls. A glossy sheen highlights the golden specks in her eyes. She releases my sac with a pop and beams at me. Her deep affection and pride for taking care of me is a salve to my hidden scars.

My heart overflows with love for her. “Let me take care of you now.”

She shakes her head and shies out of reach. “You need sleep.” Sloane leaves the tub to return with a giant towel to dry and wrap around me.

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