Her giggle turned into a gasp as he increased the pressure. “I’m just imagining a party at the clubhouse with your hands stuck to my breasts all night.”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “Sounds like a damn good party to me. Now shut up and let me get down to business.” With a wink, he shoved her tank above her tits and helped her work it over her head.
Once she was laid bare before him, he paused a moment to admire his favorite sight. Creamy skin, dark pink nipples, lust-dazed eyes. Yeah, nothing beat this.
“We haven’t eaten in about thirty hours, so get comfy. I’m starved and plan to taste every inch of this delicious body.”
“Yesss. Please, Mav.” She writhed as though he already had his mouth on her.
“How do you want it?” he asked. As gently as he could manage, he kissed her neck, then her collar bone, and the nipple. Then he gave her the most ravenous stare he could muster. “Or ha—”
“Hard!” she said with a gasp as she arched her tits closer to his mouth. “I want it hard, Mav. Mark me. Make me see it and feel it for days.”
“Jesus Christ.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth with a forceful suck. Damn, it should be criminal for someone to taste so good.
“Yes!” Stephanie cried as her hands went to his head. “Just like that.”
He growled at the sting her grip caused. His dick fucking loved it when she got rough. Rolling her nipple between her teeth, he grunted as she moaned and tugged his hair harder. The sounds she made drove him insane with lust. He released her breast, sucking the skin around her nipple with bruising force.
She whimpered, moaned, and cursed as he gave biting kisses to every inch of her tit before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. He could have come just like that with his mouth on her, her hands yanking his hair, and her mewls filling the air.
After a few moments of exploring her tits, she pushed on his head. Mav chuckled. “Something you want, baby?”
“Yes.” Her eyes had deepened to near navy.
A pretty pink flush lit her cheeks, her hair was a mess from sleep and wiggling beneath him, and her lower lip had indents from her teeth. His wife was never more gorgeous than when debauched.
“Tell me.”
“Eat my pussy, Mav.” She knew him. Knew he wanted the raw, down-and-dirty description.
Damn, his cock liked it when she used that pretty mouth for such filthy talk.
“You wet?” he asked between rough kisses as he made his way down her stomach.
She gasped. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin. “Why don’t you tell me?”
His cock fucking leaked. “Sassy,” he said with a wink. “But a very good idea.” He yanked her sleep shorts off and shoved her thighs wide without finesse. Their gazes met and locked as he settled himself between her legs. “Bend your knees.”
She obeyed.
“Wish you had a leather strap to bite on or something because, baby, I’m about to make you want to scream till you’re fucking hoarse.”
She laughed, but it turned into a shout the second his mouth descended on her.
“Fuck Christmas cookies,” he said against her pussy as his favorite flavor coated his tongue. “This is the only treat I want.” He could live off her and be the most satisfied man alive.
“Oh, God.” She canted her hips, forcing her pussy harder against his mouth.
He didn’t go easy on her, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to ravage every inch of her sex. His cock screamed for relief, probably making a mess of boxer briefs, but he ignored it. Making his wife lose her mind was a pleasure even more potent than taking his own.
“Maaav,” she whined as her hands rubbed his head.
Each time her nails scraped over his scalp, his dick twitched.
He lapped at her repeatedly, varying the pressure and location until she thrashed the pillow, and her gentle head massage turned into desperate hair pulling.
“Oh, God,” she said with a gasp. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Mav.”
“Fuck yeah.” He lashed his tongue over her clit with merciless speed. After a few seconds, her back arched high, and a keening cry left her lips.
She held his head firmly against her pussy, riding out the climax. He gave her what she wanted and kept working her with his mouth until her entire body went limp and her hands fell from his hair. “Holy freakin’ shit,” she whispered.
Mav’s dick couldn’t take anymore. He needed relief, and he needed it now. Surging up to his knees, he shoved his boxer briefs past his ass.
With a sleepy, satisfied heaviness to her gaze, Steph gave him a lazy smile. She spread her legs even wider, giving him a mesmerizing view of her soaked sex. Her grin changed to an impish smirk. “Come on, baby. How long are you gonna make me wait for my Christmas cock?”