Breaking Perfect

“God, you look beautiful with my mark on you.” All insecurity faded away and she flushed with pride. He lowered himself to the carpet and kissed her lovingly. “Lie back. Let me take care of my beautiful wife.”

He eased her onto the floor and kissed her again, softly and reverently. His hands went to her breasts and came in contact with the fluid he had left there. He chuckled over her mouth and then dragged his fingers through the trails of cum, gathering the mess and smearing it over the flesh of her belly and down toward her sex.

“My wife,” he said as he kissed her. “My tits.” His palm cupped her mound and into her seeping channel went two wet fingers covered in his cum. “My pussy.”

She moaned and he forced the fingers deeper. He’d never been this aggressive with her. He filled her needy cunt with his digits and proceeded to pump them in and out as she writhed and moaned. His mouth traveled down her throat and to her breast. His mouth latched onto her nipple and suckled hard. She cried out in pleasure and realized he was sucking in some of his own fluids, yet it didn’t seem to bother him.

Mason licked from one breast to the other as his fingers fucked her hard. Her knees fell open and his tongue moved across her ribs and down her tummy. He was like a man possessed and her body reveled at his overwhelming touch as though he was in ten places at once. He was everywhere. Inside her pussy, on her breasts, she was in his mouth, under his tongue, under his hand.

When his hand pulled out of her channel she moaned, but then gasped as he yanked her over to him and lifted her to his mouth by her thighs. She would have marks there as evidence of his intense need for her. His tongue pierced her folds and fucked her with languid yet probing licks.

It was too much. She began to pant. Just as she grew used to the intrusion he switched it up and began licking at her folds from the outside.

Never in her life had she imagined her husband in this light. He was doing things to her she would have never suspected him capable of doing, completely and utterly focused on only her pleasure. The animalistic edge to his touch was so liberating. She spared no time or thought to how raw and uncivilized their actions might appear to the more sophisticated outside world. Here there was only pleasure and Liberty was prepared to take as much as her husband was willing to give.

When he pulled back and licked from the tight pucker of her ass all the way to her clit she almost came out of her skin. He laughed at her reaction then fed his thumb into the lowest part of her crease so that he could rest his fingers over her taint. Her legs draped over his shoulders and her back barely touched the floor.

His mouth hovered over her clit as his thumb made shallow, purposeful dips into her sex. Each breath he took fanned the bundle of nerves peeking past her flesh and she wanted so badly for him to take her clit in his mouth.

“And for the record,” he whispered over her clit as one of his fingers gently circled the rosette of her ass. “This is my ass too.”

His mouth crashed down and he sucked her clit between his lips and began to pull relentlessly. She screamed and came in a hard rush of spasms and moisture. He continued to torment her, sucking hard and flicking with his tongue as his thumb jammed in and out of her cunt with force. She trembled and cried out, her nerves splintering into a thousand pieces.

“I can’t take any more,” she shouted, trying to pull her pelvis away from his mouth.

His arm wrapped tightly around her waist and he held her there. “Yes you can.”

She screamed as he moved his hand so that his thumb was replaced with two fingers. He lowered her body back to the carpet and continued to suck hard on her clit. She twitched and convulsed, a multitude of sensations and emotions combating for space in her mind. It was too much at once. She wanted it to stop yet wanted it to go on forever.

His fingers pressed deep inside of her and suddenly she climaxed again. He praised her as he licked up her juices, but he didn’t release her. On and on he fucked her with his mouth and fingers until she lost count of how many times she came.

When he finally released her she was unaware of anything other than her throbbing pussy. Her clit seemed to have a heartbeat of its own and every few seconds her insides would flutter with an aftershock from coming too many times. It was highly likely she’d still be experiencing aftershocks tomorrow, considering they sporadically sent a delayed jolt of ecstasy through her veins that left her trembling.