Reclaiming His Wife

“Oh fuck, Russell…”

“Show me,” I growl, nodding. “Show me how wet you are. Show me how much that pretty little pussy missed me.”

She pulls the dress up high around her waist, and as she spreads her raised knees to either side, I fucking groan as I lay eyes on her—on all of her, for the first time in years.

Goddamn is she perfect. Her pouty pink lips glisten in the low light, and my pulse roars as I watch tiny little droplets of her arousal trickle down from her pussy.

I groan, my hand pumping my cock, my abs clenching as I sit back on the bed, my eyes locked on her.

“Show me, beautiful.”

Juliana whimpers as she slips a hand down between her spread thighs, and when her fingers find her slick cunt, she moans deeply. She dips a finger through her lips, sending fire blazing through my veins, and when she spreads her lips and shows me exactly how wet she is, I snap.

I growl as I stalk back towards her across the bed, my hands finding her calves and gripping her legs. Juliana whimpers, trembling under my firm touch as I start to pull her legs wide apart. My lips find the back of her knee, and I kiss that little spot, knowing it drives her wild.

I haven’t forgotten a single detail about this woman.

My lips trail up her thigh, and her breath catches as I kiss, bite, and suck my way higher, moving closer to my prize. I tug her hand away from her sweet little cunt, and looking up at her, our eyes locked, I bring those fingers to my lips. And without wasting one more goddamn second on this Earth without the taste of her on my tongue, I bring her fingers between my lips and suck them clean.

Christ, I missed the taste of her. She tastes like fucking candy. And home.

I move closer, my cock throbbing hard as steel trapped between the bed and my abs, and I can feel it twitch as precum leaks from the swollen crown. My fingers dig into her skin, and when I finally let my tongue touch her pussy, it takes everything I have not to come right there.

I groan into her, letting my tongue drag through her slick, velvety folds and savoring the taste of her. Fuck did I miss this. I missed the way she gets so fucking wet. I missed how fucking sweet she tastes, and how her honey just drips all over my tongue when I push it into her. I missed the way her body reacts to the way I taste her—how her hips roll against me, and how her belly caves. How her thighs quiver and how her breath catches.

Juliana cries out as my tongue teases its way higher and rolls over her throbbing little clit. I groan, reaching down to wrap my hand around my cock and stroke as I suck her little button between my lips. I slowly jerk my length as I tongue her clit, swirling the tip over it as I gently suck it with my lips. My other hand teases up and down her slit, my fingers easing in and out of her and stroking her lips as the love of my life goes to fucking pieces for me.

“Oh God, Russell…”

She whimpers my name, arching her back as she cries out to the rafters of the cabin. My eyes dance up over her perfect body, groaning at the way she undulates—at the way she thrusts her breasts high as she gasps in pleasure. Her hands tease over her skin, dancing up to cup her breasts, fingers teasing her swollen, hard nipples.

I tongue her clit faster, and harder—relishing the taste of her as she floods my mouth with her sticky sweet wetness. I want her to come. I fucking need her to come. I need her body to release for me.

I need her pussy to know it’s me who’ll be making it come from now on.

Her body quivers, thighs tightening against my head and her moans hitching as her whole body starts to arch off the bed.

“Come for me.”

I rumble the words into her clit, lapping at her button with my tongue as her slickness coats my chin.

“Fucking come for me, beautiful.”

I suck her clit between my lips, my tongue darts across it back and forth, and suddenly, she goes crashing over the edge.

Juliana screams, gasping my name into the wooden timbers of the cabin as she comes like a fucking hurricane against my tongue. I just keep teasing her, tonguing her clit right through one orgasm into another until she’s clawing at my hair, trying to pull me up from between her thighs. I grin as I let her, sliding up between her legs as I hover over her, looking into the eyes of the woman I love.