Layla

“You know, you’re a real chatty Cathy. We need to find a way to shut you up.”

I raised an eyebrow at the look in her eyes as she skimmed her gaze down my body. I was as naked as the day I was born under the sheet, so my reaction to her semi-clothed state was obvious.

“I seem to remember you wanting to suck me off while you were Batman. You dropped onto your knees and wouldn’t let go until I promised you that I’d let you do it when you felt better.”

She grinned widely at that. “Wow, you’re really lucky. I still wanted to blow your mind, even feeling like shit with the flu and a throat infection. Most men would consider themselves kings if their wife did that.”

“Baby, I considered myself a king long before that. If those men need that to feel an iota of what I know I am on a daily basis, that’s up to them.”

Her face softened as she looked down at me, but then she yanked the sheet off my lower half and crawled until she was settled between my legs. “Those, kind sir, are the words of a champion, so as a reward, I’m going to blow your mind right now.”

I never knew what to expect from one minute to the next, and it was part of why I loved her.

Even when what she was doing made me test the boundaries of my sanity.

Leaning down, she swiped her tongue up the length of my shaft, firmly from top to bottom, not touching it with her hands.

“You’ve got a vein right here,” she murmured, tracing it with only the tip of her tongue. “And right here, you’ve got a slight ridge that makes you jerk when I flick it.” She did just that, and the sensations from it made my hips flinch slightly. “Just like that.”

I gripped the sheet in both hands as I watched her explore.

“What I love is when I take you in my mouth and rub my tongue along this bit under the tip. Your breathing gets louder, and I like knowing I can do that to you. I always make sure it’s rubbing on my tongue the farther down I go so that I can hear that change.”

I didn’t expect her to suck the tip into her mouth, but when she rubbed her tongue along the area in question, I knew she heard the change in my breathing starting because her eyes crinkled at the edges like they did when she smiled.

She slowly took more of me into the hot cavern of her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine once. I was torn between begging her to suck harder and move faster or pulling her off it and slamming into her sweet pussy.

Gripping a handful of her hair, I rubbed the side of her jaw with the pad of my thumb, watching as she withdrew my hard length from her mouth, the skin glistening from her saliva, and then she swooped down it again, sucking it back into her mouth.

The need to be inside her hit me, and the choice of whether to continue like this or plunge inside her pussy was gone. I needed the latter.

I gripped her under her arms, pulled her off me, and lifted her until she was over my crotch.

“Wha- What the hell was that?”

Urging her onto her knees, I positioned myself at her entrance with one hand, then gently pulled her down using the other hand until I felt the tip of my dick being engulfed by her wet sheath.

“I loved what you were doing, but I needed to be like this with you.”

I helped her lift up again but stopped applying pressure with my hands and let her take over the movements.

She lowered until she was halfway down my length. “But I was enjoying myself.”

An idea hit me. Gripping her waist again, I lifted Layla until she was off my dick.

“I won’t force you to do something you don’t want to. If you give me twenty minutes to have a shower, I’ll ta—”

“Hey, hey,” she snapped, “let’s not be hasty, okay?”

In a move so quick it made her squeal, I spun her, so she was face down on the bed and got up onto my knees behind her. “So, you’re not going to argue with me if I do this?”

I pressed my cock into her, squeezing my eyes shut when her tight, wet heat swallowed the tip again.

“No,” she breathed, “I’m definitely not arguing with that.”

Given that she was lying flat on her front, I couldn’t find the angle that I wanted to plunge into her, so I pulled her up onto her hands and knees and rolled my hips, more of my length making its way into her in the process.

Taking me by surprise, Layla lowered her front so that her shoulders rested on the bed and pushed back the next time I thrust into her.