Left (Left 1)

“You don’t want your present first?”

“Oh, believe me, I have it. The question is, can I open it?”

He gently tangles his fingers in my curls and massages my scalp. I purr like the cat he’s nicknamed me for. I go boneless and lean against him, soaking in the warmth and delicious scent unique to him. He places feather light kisses down the side of my face. His lips ghost over mine. His tongue teases the corners of my mouth. I part my lips eager for more. He moves away traveling down my neck. His nibbles on my pulse point make me moan. Tease. Two can play this game. I lightly trail my nails down his neck. He shudders.

“Houston?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’m going to need you to give me your mouth.”

He looks up. His bushy eyebrows raise, and I giggle. His lips smash against mine, and our tongues get reacquainted. I suck on his tongue, hungry for more of him. His massive hands manipulate my ass like he’s working the dough for bread. My nipples strain against the silk bra. The ache in my center spreads throughout my body. His soft beard tickles my face, adding another layer of stimulation. I’m a mass of want and arousal.

Breathing heavily, he turns the full weight of his stormy eyes on me. He must be a magician because I’m powerless to resist the pull. I frame his face with my hands and study the sincere expression of the man who makes me feel so many different things. He's my best friend. The person who knows all my secrets, comforts me when I’m at my lowest, and has my trust above all others. I love him. But am I in love with him? I could weigh the pros and cons all night. In the end, there’s only one way to find out. I place a gentle kiss on his lips.

My heart pumps blood faster, and my core temperature sky rockets. My eyelids drift closed of their own accord, and I incline my head seeking more. He’s goodness personified. My savior at my darkest hour. How can this be a mistake?

He groans, and pries our lips apart. “You sure you’re ready for this, Kitten? Cause once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop.” The fact that he stopped to ask me, quiets my qualms. “I want tonight with you.” I can’t promise him anything, so I remain silent, letting my body talk for me.

He studies me carefully. “Then that’s what you’ll have.” He cups my breasts and nuzzles my neck. I giggle, adjusting to the feel of his beard. He smiles against my neck and flicks my nipples through my dress with hit long fingers. Laughter turns to whimpers. He pinches, and I jerk.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Yes.”

I like his rough tough. He bends down and sucks my breast through the material. I grip his hair, arching my back. I want him to take as much as possible. His talented fingers slip inside the top of my dress. He pulls, rolls, and plucks my stiff peak. I rub my thighs together, desperate for friction. He releases me with a loud pop.

“I got something to ease that ache. Spread your legs.” He nudges my thighs apart. His knee brushes my swollen pussy with his knee. I release a ragged cry. It’s been so long since I got off with the help of another person. “Let me see those pretty breasts, Kitten.” He frees me from my bra and curls his heated tongue around my nipples, alternating back and forth. “Damn, they’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

He continues the oral assault and runs his fingertips up my thighs and under my dress. His thumb strokes over my slit.

“So hot and wet. Can I touch that slick pussy?”

Fuck. “Please.”

He moves my panties to the side, circles my clit, and latches onto my sensitive breast. The suction and the rubbed rings on my bundle of nerves combine and propel me over the edge screaming his name.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Give me all your cream.” I grab onto his shoulders to stay upright as my body vibrates. A bomb just detonated inside me. I bury my face against his chest. “You okay?” He smooths down my back, and I soak up the comfort he offers.

“Mmm hmm.”

I tilt my head up and smile. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and hums his approval. “You’re sweeter than honey straight off the honeycomb.” The shine of my juices on his lips tempt me. I lean in and lick it off tasting my own salty-sweet flavor.

“So fucking hot.”

“You turn, birthday boy.” I sink to my knees in front of him and unbuckle his belt. I tug down his boxer briefs. He’s thick, long cock springs forth and curves and slightly to the left. A milky white droplet beads off the end of his mushroom shaped head. I collect it with the tip of my tongue.

“Shit, Liv.” I know he’s clean. We were both tested for months after the wedding, and neither of us has been with anyone else. I hold his gaze as I cup his balls and take him to the back of my throat. He’s a smoked, salty flavor that reminds me of campfires and safety. I massage them as I hollow my cheeks. I bob my head taking him fast and hard.

“Like that, baby. Take it all.”

His ragged breath and sensually words have me dripping. He swells, and I slow, taking just the tip. I want to draw it out, make it last, and imprint it on my memory. I close my eyes and concentrate his head, sucking the tip. I twist my hand around his girth, continuing my snail’s pace stroke.

“So good, Livy.”

I hum, and he jerks. I take him deeper, sucking hard as I work his cock. He buries his fingers in my curls and snaps his hips. He’s close. The grunts and groans are spilling from his lips spur me on. I take him deeper gagging on his length.

“I’m goi