Wife for Now

His smile widens. “That I’m going to have to make you scream my name, again… and again…” His hands slip down my slick sides, over the arch of my hips, and part the soft flesh of my thighs. He presses one hand between them, his fingertip parting my pussy lips to stroke me again, back and forth in a come-here motion that makes my hips rock toward him.

I tighten my grip on his cock, both to keep up and for balance, as the pleasure starts to stir inside me. “So you want me to be loud for you, husband, is that it?” I smile up at him, sly.

“Very.” He leans in and claims my mouth in his. I sink into his kiss, letting him take control. He parts my lips with his tongue, at the same moment that he presses his forefinger inside my pussy. I’m a little sore already from earlier, but the soreness is quickly overtaken by pleasure as he starts to stroke his finger, in and out of me, the tip pressed against my inner walls. He curls his finger forward, and I groan into his mouth. He chuckles softly, and breaks the kiss, leaning back just far enough to study me with heated eyes. “But first, wife, my cock is still nice and dirty from our encounter earlier.” He lifts an eyebrow, suggestive, and my face flushes with understanding.

Then again with desire.

I sink to my knees in front of him in the shower. There’s a nice cushioned bath mat, which makes it comfortable to kneel, and I reach for his cock. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I tell him, and he chuckles again, running his hands through my hair fondly.

“My wife is so cock-hungry. Aren’t you, kitten?”

“Starving,” I tell him, glancing up to meet his eyes as I lean in and trail my tongue along the underside of his shaft, all the way from base to tip in one long lick. I love the view from here. Him gazing down at me with hooded eyes, his hands stroking my hair as he pulls me back toward his cock again.

And the taste…

When I lean back in, I cup my mouth around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue against him, licking and tasting. He tastes fucking incredible. Like salt and heat and smoke, the same way that he smells but more concentrated, heady in a way that goes straight to my head, even more than the hot water still cascading over us both.

He groans a little under his breath, and I love that. I love knowing what an effect I have on him.

“That’s right, wife, suck my cock,” he murmurs, and draws me closer toward him.

I part my lips, obedient, and let his cock slide along my tongue. As he inches deeper, I slide my hands around the backs of his thighs and then up to grip his ass. Damn. He has a seriously tight ass. Sculpted and perfect beneath my hands. I tighten my grip on him and it helps to balance and brace myself when he thrusts a little deeper into my mouth, his cock sliding to the back of my tongue.

My body tenses for a second, as my gag reflex threatens to kick in, but Luke just strokes my hair again with one hand, the other still fisted in it. “Relax, Celia. Trust me.”

So I let go. I let him have control. And this time, when he holds the back of my head and pulls me onto his cock again, there’s no shudder, no reflexive choke. The tip of his cock slides past the back of my tongue, almost hitting the back of my throat. Then he pulls back, and I suck in air, just before he thrusts back in again. This time, he does touch the back of my throat, and inches down it a little, his cock completely filling my mouth, capturing all my senses. I moan around him with pleasure and curl my tongue up against him as he pulls out to rock back in again.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and starts to move a little faster, rocking against me. “God, I love that sexy, tight little mouth of yours,” he murmurs. “Suck my cock, wife, suck it like you’re starving for it.”

I tighten my lips around him and keep my jaw loose and relaxed, my tongue curled up against him. At the same time, I keep one hand tight around his ass for support and bring the other around to play with his balls, cupping and tugging gently on them.

He groans again, and I know I’m doing something right. He starts to rock faster against me, and I let him lead, using my mouth for his pleasure. I love the way it feels. Like total surrender. I moan again, and I feel another shiver go through him.