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There were things he wanted to say. That she didn’t have to do this. That she didn’t have anything to prove.
But the words were snatched from his brain, had disappeared from his tongue, the second she started to stroke him.
She circled the engorged head of his cock with her tongue before licking away the drop of semen that had gathered there. Watching her on her knees, his cock in her hand and mouth, annihilated what was left of his reason.
He slid his hands into her hair and tightened his grip until she whimpered. “You want to suck? Then suck, wife.”
She moaned, wrapping her mouth around his head, taking him deep into her throat while she continued stroking his cock.
He let his head fall back as she paused with him at the back of her throat. It was a form of torture, and a few seconds later he used his grip on her hair to withdraw from her mouth before sinking back into it with a growl of pleasure.
“Deeper,” he commanded when he came up against the back of her throat.
He waited while she adjusted and felt her throat open up for him. He sank another inch into the wet heat of her mouth. “That’s my good girl,” he soothed. “You like it deep, don’t you?”
She moaned her assent and stroked his shaft faster, sliding her hand up and down in time to the rhythm he was keeping in her mouth.
His orgasm was already expanding at the center of his body, but he wasn’t ready, didn’t want it to end.
He slowed his pace, released some of the pressure on her hair. She knew him, knew the cues of his body, and she lingered at his swollen crown, sucking on it while she slowed her strokes, giving his desire to come time to ease while she sucked his tip and stroked his shaft.
“Get up,” he said. “I want to fuck you.”
She held his cock in her hands and removed her mouth. Her eyes were challenging as she looked up at him. “No. You wanted me on my knees. You can come in my mouth.”
Her defiance should have made him angry. Instead a bolt of lust swept through his body.
“You want me to fuck your pretty mouth?” He pushed into her mouth with a ferocious thrust, the scrape of her teeth only adding to his desire. “I’m going to give you what you want.”
Then there was no stopping his release. It was a mountain he couldn’t stop climbing, and he thrust in and out in a frenzy, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of her lips around his shaft, the heat of her mouth a fire that burned him from the inside out until he lost control with a groan.
He watched as she took it, greedily swallowing every drop. “That’s it, beautiful. Take it all.”
She didn’t stop stroking him with her mouth until he was done. Then she sucked what was left from his head before leaving a kiss on his sensitive tip.
He reached down to pull her to her feet, and they stared at each other for a long moment before he pulled her into his arms, crushing her against his body.
“You’re making me crazy,” he said.
“You were always crazy,” she said against his chest. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He pulled back to hold her face in his hands and kissed her hard and deep. “I love you. We’ll do it your way.”
“Our way,” she corrected. “Which is together.”’
He sighed. She’d taken all the fight out of him. He just wanted to love her.
He nodded, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. “Together.”