As I listen to the water pelting the shower tiles, I can feel my heart rate increasing. I pull my knees up and spread my legs a little wider. Glancing down, I check myself over, wondering how Deklan will view me when he gets out of the bathroom. I imagine the look on his face and the way he’ll runs his hands over my skin and realize I’m biting my lip almost hard enough to break the skin.
I take a deep breath through my mouth. My nipples are getting hard. I’m tingling everywhere, and my clit is beginning to throb.
He hasn’t even entered the room yet.
I lick my lips, adjust my position slightly, and look over to the bedroom doorway. There’s still no sign on Deklan.
I really, really want to touch myself.
I consider the consequences of getting caught in the act. I’ve read enough mommy porn to know some of the various options, and none of them sound all that bad—not if the punishments were dealt out by Deklan. However, he might decide to just leave me squirming and sleep on the couch, and I can’t risk that.
I need his warmth.
Deklan comes into the bedroom wearing absolutely nothing. He moves to the head of the bed on my left but doesn’t join me. Instead, he starts to walk around the bed. Actually, he doesn’t walk—he stalks. He looks like a large African cat going after an antelope or, in my case, a compliant deer. His gaze drifts up and down my body until I can practically feel invisible fingers stroking me everywhere his eyes roam.
“Put your hands up over your head,” he says softly. He nods when I comply. “There you go.”
He reaches with a single finger to stroke the palm of my hand, then my wrist, and then down my arm. I squirm a little when he reaches my armpit—it tickles—and he grins at me before running his fingertip down my side, over my hip, and all the way down my leg.
When he reaches my ankle, he switches sides and goes all the way back up to my wrist.
My nipples are pointing straight at the ceiling. It’s becoming more and more difficult to keep my legs spread. I want friction so badly, I can feel sweat collecting at the hairline around the back of my neck.
Thankfully, Deklan moves to the end of the bed and crawls on top of the duvet, right between my legs. I’m familiar with this move—he’ll now run his hands over me as he crawls the rest of the way up, kiss me hard, and then slowly push inside of me.
I look down at him, waiting for him to continue crawling over me so I can kiss him, but he stops. With his gaze locked with mine, he leans over and kisses my stomach—just his lips at first, and then open-mouthed. He circles my navel with his tongue and then moves lower, still staring right at me.
Deklan licks his lips and then tilts his head to kiss the inside of my thigh. He glances down before sliding both arms under my legs and angling my hips up until he’s staring right between my legs.
“Deklan…” My voice is nothing but a breathy whisper.
He looks back at me with dark, eager eyes. He pauses, and I wonder if he’s waiting for me to protest. I say nothing. I just stare at him wide-eyed and apprehensive. He grips my thighs, holding my legs apart and my hips firmly against the mattress.
Without breaking our stare, Deklan leans forward, reaches out with his tongue, and licks my folds from bottom to top. I gasp at the warm, wet sensation. The pressure against my clit as Deklan circles it with the tip of his tongue sends flutters up my spine. I try to sit up, but he pushes me back to the bed.
“Be still.” Deklan looks up at me with a wicked grin. “I’m just getting started, and I won’t stop until you come all over my face.”
“Ugh!” I can’t even attempt any kind of verbal answer. I let him hold me down with one hand placed between my breasts and the other one still wrapped around my leg.
He starts slowly, exploring every bit of me with the flat of his tongue, then doing it all again with the tip. Flicking his tongue against my clit makes me shudder every time, and I find myself biting my lip again just to keep from screaming.
Deklan moves faster, repeating a pattern of circling my clit, moving down, then back up to circle again. He holds my leg down with his arm and reaches for my clit with his thumb. I feel his tongue entering me, then pressing against the walls of my pussy. I can hardly stand it.
“Deklan! Please!” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but Deklan continues until there are tears running out of the corners of my eyes. I try to twist and turn, my body moving of its own accord. Deklan holds on tightly, forcing me to stay still as his tongue lays siege to my most intimate parts. He licks, sucks, and kisses until I can’t take any more.
Short, high-pitched sounds come from my throat. My whole body tightens so much that it’s shaking. With a final shudder, the tension releases, and it’s as if everything inside of me has turned to mush. I simply melt against the bed, sweat running down my neck, and my breath coming in quick pants.
But my husband isn’t done with me yet.
He sits up, still holding on to my legs, and moves backward off the edge of the bed, dragging my body with him. He positions my ass right at the edge while he stands between my thighs. Deklan then grabs my leg just behind my knee and hauls it up and over his shoulder. Positioning himself at my opening, he moves forward slowly.
Usually, it takes a little while for Deklan to get completely inside of me. He always goes slowly and carefully, stretching me and waiting until I’m ready to take all of him. This time is different. This time, he slides into me easily with the first penetration.
“Oh, yeah…” Deklan’s moans cause me to clench all over. “So fucking wet. You loved having my tongue all over you, didn’t you, Kera?”
He leans forward, impaling me as I cry out again. I try to respond in some coherent way, but I only manage to mumble the word “yes” a couple of times. Deklan smiles and starts moving faster, pulling nearly all the way out before diving back in again.
I stare at his form, silhouetted by the light from the hallway. His shoulders and arms flex as he holds me right where he wants me. Sweat collects on his forehead as he clenches his teeth and rams into me repeatedly.