Breaking Perfect

Pleasure filled cries echoed through the poolroom and he licked up every drop of her sweet cum. And he watched in absolute awe, as his compulsive wife suddenly let go of all the rules and needs for perfection so that she could experience her climax to its fullest. She was beautiful, because his Liberty was suddenly free.

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Liberty couldn’t move so she allowed Mason to lift her and carry her into the house. Her sex-muddled mind could hardly understand why watermarks left by the trail from the pool wouldn’t be a good thing.

Her body shivered as the cool central air within the house replaced the warm moist air of the poolroom. By the time Mason laid her on their bed her senses were beginning to return. “You’re going to get chlorine marks on the duvet,” she moaned and he laughed.

“I don’t care.”

“But it will stain.” An uncomfortable ache intruded at the thought of such an imperfection.

“Then we’ll send it out to the cleaners. Now, stop worrying and kiss me.” His lips gently pressed into hers.

She was exhausted from coming so hard. He’d never done anything like that before in their relationship. Their track record of timid, controlled affections had everything to do with the way she was and the ghosts of her past, but the way he’d just behaved…it was like a fantasy come true. She very well could be dreaming. Hopefully, if she was, she didn’t start moaning in her sleep and wake Mason up!

He gently coaxed her mouth open and his tongue explored. Her desire rekindled and she found it almost impossible to lie passively beneath his touch. Her thighs rubbed together slowly as friction and sensation built. Mason wedged his muscled thigh between hers and she sighed at the hard contact. Shamelessly, she began to grind against his leg as his heavy cock rested over her hip.

Arousal smeared over her skin and her mouth watered. Would Mason ever let her taste him the way he tasted her? She never much considered doing such a thing, found it difficult to understand how putting him in her mouth could bring her pleasure, but after his reaction to her at the pool, she had to wonder.

He kissed a trail down her neck and there was something so different about the way he was touching her, something aggressive and potent—something she had obviously been starved for. It was as if one of those walls her husband always kept firmly in place had suddenly come down. She wished she could pinpoint what caused this aggressive side of him. If it was something she had done to provoke it, she wanted to know exactly what it was.

Her body arched beneath him when his hot mouth latched onto her aching nipples. Hard, suck them hard, she wanted to scream. But she remained silent because that would be like asking for flowers. It would diminish the value somehow if she had to ask. She wanted him to know.

As if he sensed her need, Libby twitched when the sharp scrape of teeth abraded the sensitive tip of her breast like a shard of glass pressing against a rose petal.

She moaned and he quickly apologized, misinterpreting the sound. When his mouth licked over the sensitized area she wanted to weep with pleasure. Her hands held onto his broad shoulders as he continued to kiss and suck her flesh.

Mason’s cock bobbed over her bare mound and her clit swelled as if begging and reaching for his contact. Her thighs spread and his body fell into place, all parts aligning just as they should. Her folds were so damp. The tip of his length already began to penetrate. Oh, God, yes!

His hips moved, making slow, shallow dips into her folds. She wanted him to fill her, stretch her, be a part of her. “Please, Mason.”

He moaned and nudged a little deeper as his hot mouth left wet marks over her small breasts and shoulders. He was only halfway in. She never understood why he held back with her. Sure he was a large man and she was a petite woman, but she had no doubt she could take all of him. Mason would never be brutal with her or cause her pain intentionally if he could avoid it. His cock slipped farther into her channel and she sighed.

“God, Lib, you’re so hot you burn me. So perfect. I could spend days inside of you.” Her pussy fluttered around him in response to his words, but he held back, not allowing himself to slide farther into her. She thrust her hips up and forced him deeper. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Easy, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She let a whimper escape. She had such a need to have him possess her completely. Why the lack of something that never bothered her before suddenly drove her to the brink of screaming, she didn’t know. She wanted all of him, was coming undone from her wanting. “Please, Mason, please.”