Taking Chloe (Vaughn)

“D-Do you like it?”

Merrick couldn’t stop staring. His wife, the woman who’d stolen his heart with barely a whisper, had waxed her pussy bare. Nothing but smooth, creamy skin and slick moisture greeted his insatiable gaze. He licked his lips and touched her exposed clit with his thumb, rasping over the little button with teasing strokes. Chloe moaned and moved against him. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of her arousal. Holy hell. And he’d thought he couldn’t get any harder? He’d be lucky to keep from coming all over the bed!

“You’ve been a very busy girl, baby,” Merrick murmured as he fingered her creamy slit.

“I hoped you’d be pleased,” she whispered as she ground against his palm.

“Mmm, I’m very pleased. You look fucking delicious and Daddy’s mighty hungry.” He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and filled his palms with the sweet globes of her ass. Merrick skipped the preliminaries and simply dove in, sliding his tongue deep, tasting her hot channel and creamy desire. Chloe’s fingers tunneled into his hair as she pushed him against her further, forcing his tongue deeper. He let loose a low moan, knowing she’d feel the vibration over her sensitive clit and pussy. He flicked her little nub several times, then watched as Chloe flung her head back and screamed out her climax, drenching him in liquid desire.

He kissed and teased until he’d wrung every last drop from her. She collapsed backward, her hands falling to the mattress. Merrick lifted to his knees and grabbed two pillows. He lifted her hips and pushed the pillows beneath her, propping up her lower body. Chloe never budged. He grabbed the wine bottle and pulled it out of the ice bucket, then set it aside. As he brought the bucket of ice to the bed, Merrick reached in and grabbed a slippery cube. He slid it over Chloe’s left nipple. She yelped.

“Damn it, Merrick, that’s cold!”

Merrick chuckled as he watched angry sparks flashing in Chloe’s eyes. “Awake, are we?”

“Yes,” she gritted out.

“Good. I would hate for you to miss this,” he murmured as he touched her other nipple with the slick ice. Chloe gasped and tried to push his hand away, but he wasn’t about to let her. “Put your hands on the headboard, baby.”

“Drop the ice and I will.”

“Hmm, that sounds like an ultimatum, angel,” Merrick murmured as he grabbed Chloe’s wrists and held them above her head. “You know how much I love a challenge.”

He stroked the ice between her succulent tits, mesmerized by the little jiggle as she squirmed and pleaded with him to drop the ice.

“Relax, baby,” he softly urged. “Just close your eyes and feel.”

As he moved lower, over her slightly rounded belly, Merrick felt Chloe begin to relax her hands. He released them slowly, but kept his gaze on her face as he drew the rapidly melting cube over her freshly shaved mound. Chloe’s breath caught, but she didn’t push him away. Merrick tossed the cube away and drew another from the metal bucket. He hovered just above her clit and ordered, “Hands on the headboard. Now.” This time, she didn’t hesitate. Her elegant fingers wrapped around the top of the bed. Merrick had a wild urge to howl at the moon as he stared down at his wife. With her kiss-swollen lips parted, her brown eyes filled with anticipation as she watched his every move, Merrick knew he’d found heaven.

As gentle as he was capable of being in that moment, Merrick stroked Chloe’s clit with the cold cube. Her body bowed, and his cock throbbed at the erotic sight. He slid it back and forth, then dipped between her swollen folds. Chloe’s hips shot upward.

“Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“Fucking my pretty little wife,” he ground out as he drew the small chip up and down, but the heat of her cunt melted the fragile cube too quickly. He grabbed another cube and smoothed it around her clit, eliciting several moans of approval from Chloe, her hips gyrating in her need for release. Merrick drew the ice down her slit to the pink pucker of her ass. He rimmed the small opening, his mouth watering as he imagined licking her there, fucking her. Hard and fast and deep, so deep their souls would fuse together.

“Merrick!” Chloe shouted.

Merrick detected the slightest note of uneasiness in her voice, as if fighting against the pleasure of having him in such a forbidden place. “Hush, baby, let me play.”

He swirled the cube over her tight little ass several more times as she squirmed and called his name, her need mounting higher, burning hotter. As Merrick drew the cube over her scorching skin, he watched in fascination as it finally turned to liquid. He placed the ice bucket back on the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of oil Chloe had used on him earlier. He popped the top and soaked his fingers with the sweet smelling fluid. He sat back on his haunches and slid his fingers over her wet anus. Chloe’s eyes shot wide, her face flushed with arousal.

“You want me here, baby?” Merrick asked as he slid one finger inside her tight little ass. It was barely an inch and already she writhed and moaned. In the two years they’d been married, they’d never had anal sex. He’d always held that part of his nature away from her. He’d wanted to be gentle with Chloe. Civilized. Now he knew he’d been wrong in holding back.

Merrick slid in another inch. “Tell me,” he coaxed. “You want this hot little ass fucked? You’re going to have to ask me nicely.”

“I-I don’t know.”

Merrick let another finger join the first, stretching her, preparing her for the invasion of his cock. “Yes, you do. Don’t be afraid, baby.”

“Will it hurt?”

He could hear the fear in her voice, but also desire. Merrick wiggled his fingers deeper. She moaned. “It’ll be tight and we’ll have to take it slow, but I’d never hurt you, angel. Never.”

Chloe’s gaze met his, and Merrick knew she was on fire. Aching and hurting. They both needed this. He pulled his fingers free. Chloe pleaded with him, begging him to fill her again. This time when he slid the two digits in, he buried them deep. He pumped several times and Chloe pushed against him, fucking his fingers. “Answer me, damn it. I need to fuck you, Chloe. I’m about to go up in flames here. Do I take your pussy or your ass? Which is it to be?”

“Please, fuck my ass, Merrick!”

Merrick slipped his fingers free and grabbed the bottle of oil again. He squirted the slippery fluid onto his cock, readying himself for the clutch of Chloe’s body. He went to his knees and wrapped his fist around his engorged length, then stroked the bulbous head over her sweet little pucker. Chloe gasped and bit her lip, still clutching the headboard. Merrick slipped inside, barely over the rim.