“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” Nothing has changed in this department, well, maybe it has in the best way possible. We burn hotter for each other. The years may have changed the coloring at my temples, the softness of her body from carrying our twins, her breasts that are more than a handful. It only makes me love us even more.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m ready for that delicious burn you give me.” Emerson pushes my pants and boxers down, and I step out of them. The licking of her lips lets me know what exactly she’s up to.
“You going to suck me, sweetheart?” I tease, when she’s the one who’s already got her tongue licking the head of my cock, gathering the precum that’s gathered from just the thought of her pouty lips on me.
“Oh yeah.” Once she’s licked me from base to tip, that’s when she wraps those lips of hers around the head of my cock. The grip I have on the back of her head is firm yet gentle, trying not to take over. Though that task is getting harder as the seconds go by. Add in her moaning as she takes pride in turning my world on its axis, and it has my balls tightening up, and swear to Christ, if she weren’t enjoying this as much as I am, I’d have Emerson flat on her back, my cock buried so deep inside her she wouldn’t know where I begin and she ends.
“Fuck, just like that.” She hollows out her cheeks. When I feel the back of her throat close around my dick, I let loose and come down the back of her throat, and my woman, she swallows every drop I have to give her. My knees lock in place, trying not to fall on top of her. “I think you sucked the life out of me, sweetheart,” I finally say, my breathing choppy, clearly not completely recovered, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be giving her a taste of her own medicine.
“Then I’d say I’ve done a good job, huh?” Emerson unclasps her bra. Clearly, she wasn’t listening to what I said earlier because she no sooner has it off than I’m grabbing her by the back of her knees, she’s flat on her back, and I’m ripping her panties off her body.
“Damn it, Saint, that’s the third pair this month,” she complains, but we both know she’s full of shit.
“That glistening cunt of yours is telling me something completely different than what you’re saying, sweetheart.” This time, I crawl between her thighs, my hands gliding up them, feeling the softness.
“I guess turnabout is fair play.” The lightness in her tone is not fooling me. Emerson loves to be teased, and when my fingers tease the outer lips of her pussy, and her hips rock into them, I know this isn’t going to last long.
“You have no fucking idea.” My lips wrap around her clit, sucking on it, while two of my fingers thrust inside her, turning them up, giving her the motion I know will light her up.
“Saint.” Emerson pushes her hips up, hands gripping my skull, the short hair on my scalp not giving her enough to pull on. I redouble my effort, wanting to lap at everything she has, when the walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers and she falls apart. Shit, there’s something to be said about making your woman come, leaving her breathless, and your name on her lips over and over again.
“Feel better, sweetheart?” I wipe her wetness off with the back of my hand before moving to lie beside her.
“So much. God, how I love you.” Emerson lays her head on my chest, my heart still rapidly beating for her. “I love you too, Emerson Hunt, more than any words could ever describe.” I squeeze her closer to me. She lets out one of those soft mewls that make me want to take her again, but the heaviness in my eyes wins out, and I fall asleep happier than I ever thought I could be.